" Each of us "

" Every last one of us, has something "

" Something that changes within ourselves to overcome obstacles"

" To become more than what we are, we change for the better Good"

" Reasons that shape us"

"Shape our Future for the better or for the bad"

"It's up to us to make the choice"

" We are Legends in our own ways "

" What? No , Jen I'm serious I'm fine" said a civilian as he walked passed Bruce Wayne

Cold night. Bruce Wayne stared at the people. His serious look. Knowing this was the knowing ever so day. The main day of the year that gets to him.

Once a time , Once a year. The main event of his entire life. Unfolding in front of his eyes. His gaze turning into a flash. His mind trying to back out.

His feelings for the past. His wantings for the future. Determined from this life changing event. Bruce breathed in calmly. Rain water continued pouring.

Others laughed. Others enjoyed there day as if nothing had gone and passed.

Bruce knew it. Everyone moves on. Everyone does what Alfred had suggested from him. To move on with his life and gain a new one. Live outside of Gotham.

Gain children. Gain a loving Wife. The kind that would bring him happiness. A Future for his family blood line to continue. To use his wealth wisely.

To become. A great man. Bruce stopped looking over his right shoulder. A salesman making a Plasma 72"Inch" TV sale. Noticing the TV advertisement.

Then a channel of the news showed up. Commissioner Gordon, overlooking at the recent capture of Poison Ivy. Taking her to the newly built Arkham Asylum.

Bruce over heard his words.

" Commissioner, Commissioner ? Any Words on these events?" she asked

" Nothing , All I have to say is she's caught and the stealing ends here , that's all" he said

" All thanks to the Batman? " she asked lastly

Commissioner Gordon stopped walking away and looked back. His stare. The reporter noticed his nod after.

" There you have it, Poison Ivy taken back to Arkham Asylum" she said to the camera

Bruce shrugged. Continuing his walking. Through steam and rain water. Through the broken down streets. Through the stank of Gotham. He stopped again.

His hands shook inside his coat pocket. His eyes stared towards the darkened alley. Staring into the maddening nightmares. Endless nightmare of blood.

The kind that stains you for life. His breathing , his heart got heavy. His muscles tensed. Knowing this day would come every year.

Bruce could still hear the screams. Still hear the yelling. His own crying. His own fear ever so growing. Closing his eyes. He regained the memory again.

Again. Apparitions walked passed him. His Father Thomas Wayne looking down at him. Bruce was just but a boy. His mother holding his other hand.

Laughing on about the opera. Not minding what happened. His eyes opened up again. Taking out a deep breath.

Running water splashed and blocked out some of the screams. He hated the screams. Chained to his life. Bruce moved with his memories.

Trying to take them head on. Each step he took. Each walk he gave. He could hear his running. The running from his past as a boy. His tears and sadness.

Stopping and staring down at the marked markings of the two that were gunned down. Behind him as he bended down to one knee.

The Batman image showed. Showing as a lifeless being standing with his ever glowing solid white eyes down at Bruce Wayne. His back to it.

Bruce reached out to touch the ground.

The Batman's image of blackening darkness grew. Growing and wrapping all around Bruce Wayne. Bruce stood back up.

Taking it upon himself to do the right thing. Bruce cried. Letting his sadness out. The Batman yelled behind him. Screaming in such rage.

The reason he was born into this world. To prevent this from ever happening ever again. To save Gotham. He would become more than just a Man.

A Legend.