Bruce Wayne gazed upon everything that lay within that vault that had just opened before him. It all started with a ticking sound that became progressively more frequent, then a section of the wall in the bat cave opened.

In the centre of the vault stood a statue of Thomas Wayne wearing robes, white Assassin robes to be precise. And within the shelves were melee weapons, Maces, two handed swords, spears, longswords, daggers and shortswords. On the podium in front of the statue was the recording that Bruce played. It was a shock to the Dark Knight, but it shed some truth. His father was an Assassin and wanted Bruce to walk down the same path. It was an odd predicament for him, he had sworn not to kill, but his father wanted him to become an Assassin, but then again, Bruce only swore as Batman not to kill. If he was to travel down the path of an Assassin, it would be a new life for him. It would grant him a new purpose. When he and Desmond had met, Bruce stated that he was too old; Desmond simply said that it wasn't an issue.

To be truthful, Bruce wanted out, he wanted to escape the cycle of grief, and he wanted to escape the tabloids. He wanted to shed away his old shell. He felt compelled to leave behind Batman and become an Assassin; his father's truth had seemed to have lifted a burden from him. For much of his life he had pushed away love and friendship. It costed him dearly but he did not want to hurt those closest to him, but it backfired. Now he had found a society where they could take it, where he could belong. When all his fears and grief would leave him and all that is left, is serenity and peace. Ironic that killing would give that to a man.

Bruce would have to ask Desmond what all of it meant. But before Bruce could move on, he needed to see the Justice League one last time. He needed to tie off loose ends.

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Watchtower…

Diana had returned to the Watchtower having been at Themyscira for decades. Things had changed greatly; most of the leaguers were now the children of the retired. Shayera and Superman were still relatively young mainly due to their alien heritage. Flash hadn't changed much, he still had his humour. John would have to be the one who had changed the most, but he still had his aura, and a son standing to his left.

"Diana, good to see you again," greeted Superman.

"Hey Dee," smiled Wally.

"It's great to see you all again."

The greetings were short lived as the remaining founding members had work to do, but Shayera was off duty and took the time to talk to Wonder Woman in the founder's common room. The two drank the Amazon Princess's favourite beverage, Iced Mocha.

"How are you Diana?"

"Themyscira, it was good to be home with my mother and sister, though I missed Man's world."

Shayera gave a light chuckle, "Iced Mocha being one of them?"

Diana nodded.

"How is the League holding up anyway?"

"Well, Terry has taken Batman's place and Warhawk is doing fine."

"I can't believe I wasn't here for the baby shower."

"Don't worry, it wasn't that great."

"So who's Terry?"

"Bruce's son."

Diana nearly chocked.

"HE'S WHAT!"

"Calm down Diana, Terry is Bruce's son. Though you'd be surprised…"

With that, Shayera gave Diana the short sweet version of Terry's life story.

"Where is Bruce anyway?"

"After all these years and numerous rejections, you're still looking for him."

"Answer the question."

"Well, since you were gone, he practically dropped the playboy image and replaced it with a corporate man image. He then started to withdraw from parties, social events and so on. So much so that the press had rumoured him to be terminally ill."

"I see, well it sounds just like him."

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Bruce teleported himself to the Watchtower, with Terry standing right beside him, the two wore similar Batsuits though Bruce's was trimmed with chrome to signify him being the teacher and handing the mantle to Terry. Many of the Leaguers did not know what was going on, so they came to look at the two Batmen walking down the corridors.

"Are you sure about this Dad?"

"With what?" asked Bruce.

"Turning over a new leaf."

"Yes, Terry. I'm getting old and tired, my life has been nothing but misery. I want you to keep this a secret."

"Yes I will."

"You can join me when the time is right."

"I'll keep that in mind, but I gotta stay Batman until someone else comes along."

"Good."

"I can't believe that this is all going to happen tomorrow morning," whispered Terry.

"It will happen, and when it does, you know what to do."

"Yes dad."

The dual doors opened and the two stepped into the Founder's Common Room. Bruce was taken back at the sight before him but he quickly regained his composure.

"Princess," he said stoically, "I did not expect to see you here."

"After many years, you're still the same Bruce."

Bruce and Terry then removed their masks as other founding members came in.

"Oh my GOD! Now there are two Bats, as if one was depressing enough," said Wally jokingly.

"Good to see you again old friend," greeted Batman.

"Likewise," answered Bruce.

"So why do we have the pleasure of your presence?" asked Shayera.

Bruce proceeded to sit down at his usually spot. "I came here to apologise for any harm I have caused to you. I'm sorry that I pushed you all away."

"A bit late to say that now Bruce," said Diana sounding slightly hurt, "why the sudden change of heart?"

"If he has one that is," joked Wally.

Both Terry and Bruce sent him their bat glares which promptly shut him up.

"I don't have much time left," began Bruce, "I am nearing my end, and I wanted to tie up any loose ends before I go."

"Apology accepted," said Clark.

Diana simply nodded.

XXxxXX

The next day was a warm summer's day, Bruce, Terry and Desmond sat in Bruce's Rolls Royce as they were driven to Wayne Towers. Like always, they needed to travel in a motorcade, and there were paparazzi everywhere. Even after so many years, the constant yelling from reporters and camera flashes were still irritating to Bruce.

"Dad was there anything between you and Diana?" asked Terry.

"May be in another life there was," answered Bruce.

The motorcade began to pull up to the building. The three men dressed in their fine black business suits were posing a business deal being brokered between Abstergo Industries and Wayne Enterprises.

"All teams, move into position," ordered Desmond over the COM.

"Copy that sir," came the reply.

"Okay Bruce, there's no going back now," said Desmond, "are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Good luck Dad," said Terry.

"Remember, live and prosper, don't be like me and become isolated."

"Yes Dad, I'll miss you."

A soft smile spread across Bruce's aged face, "we'll see each other again."

"All that is good in me began with you Dad."

The doors opened and the three stepped out. Immediately the press started to throw a flurry of questions towards Bruce, some were about the business deal; others were about his personal life, which he didn't answer.

"Mr Wayne, where have you been all these years?"

"Raising my son," Bruce joked.

"Mr Wayne," said Desmond, "if we could move along please."

In that short time frame, Desmond tapped into his ability and began to utilise the Apple within him.

What followed after that moment, was panic.

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