Batman
Chapter 2
Bruce Wayne's eyes flickered open slightly, as the bright lights from above awoke him. He sat up, suddenly rattled by the pain in his chest. He looked down, to see his entire upper body covered in bloody bandages. He sighed and lay back down, sighing. Alfred looked over at him while pouring his coffee. "Welcome back, Master Wayne."
The memories of the night before were a blur. He remembered running across the roof tops, pretending he was fine, then making it back to Wayne Manor and collapsing in the middle of the Bat cave, a giant underground cavern underneath the mansion. Alfred had come in soon after and had discovered him bleeding to death, so he immediately pulled off the bloody suit and wrapped up the bullet wounds. Bruce sighed, remembering the man who fired the bullets.
"Alfred, the man that shot me was the man that shot my parents." Alfred looked at him, staring for a second. "Well, you got your revenge, don't you think? Is he alive?" Bruce shrugged, and Alfred sighed. "If you kill him your no better then he is." Bruce stared at the ceiling of the Bat cave.
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"One day you'll own this city Bruce." Thomas Wayne told his son as they stood on the fancy subway that darted through the city. His wife, Martha, looked at Bruce with a smile. Bruce smiled back. He looked at the small pamphlet in his father's hands, reading the words, "The Nightmare Opera".
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Gun fire shattered the eerie silence over Gotham City. A man stood, holding a green revolver, wearing nothing but a green suit. His skin was bleached white, and he had a giant smile etched into his face. His greasy, unruly hair was a disgusting, snot colored green. Even though you couldn't tell by his appearance, he was miserable.
Two cops lay dead at his feet, three more dead inside the building he had just left. His small, bloodshot eyes glanced down at what he was holding in his unarmed hand: a small, steel oval, with a razor sharp edge. He walked, anger and vengeance contaminating his mind.
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"I can't believe you were scared of that play Bruce. What an embarrassment..." Thomas Wayne shook his head, sighing. Bruce, his feelings hurt by his father's words, continued to walk with his family down the dark alley. Up ahead, he noticed a strange figure waiting, a cigar hanging from his mouth. As the family walked by, the figure sprung, tackling Thomas Wayne to the ground and shoving a revolver to his face. "Hand over all the money you have." His raspy voice exclaimed, his unruly dirty hair hanging around his head. "Alright, alright. Just wait a second..." The man reached down for his wallet.
Suddenly, sirens wailed, and three snow white and sleek black pulled up. The man with the dirty hair looked out, grimacing. Suddenly, to Bruce's horror, a gunshot rung in his ears, and his mothers screaming added to the terrifying sight in front of him. His father had just been killed. The man turned around and fired a bullet point blank into Martha Wayne's head, sending half of her head into the wall behind her. Bruce cried out, and the man aimed the gun at him, before a miraculous bullet shattered the killer's shoulder, causing him to take off sprinting into the night.
A cop ran to the boy and picked him up, covering the young one's eyes from the tragedy in front of him. But it was too late. Young Bruce Wayne was scarred for life. Suddenly, a screech came from above and a bat flew over head, spooking the other police that had shown up. Just another sign a tragedy had struck.
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Bruce Wayne awoke with a jolt, remembering the man with the revolver, the long dirty hair, the one that had not even hesitated to blow a woman's head off. The man that he had probably killed, the man that deserved it so much, but still...Bruce couldn't help but feel like a killer.
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Boom! A cop's head exploded as a round nailed him right in the nose. Boom! Another cop was hit right in the heart, falling to his knees as a maniac walked by, smiling as he murdered the helpless police men. He was beginning to enjoy this, his mind filled to the breaking point with insanity.
He approached a door, marked Finger Print Room. He kicked it open, then fired three bullets right into the cop sitting at a large machine, bringing him to his knees. The killer drew the metal oval and slit the cop's throat, before placing on a small scanner jutting out of the machine.
Suddenly two face appeared, one of the killers own and one of a man in his early twenties, in a tux and smiling at the camera. The killer read the name under the picture: Bruce Wayne. The Batman.
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Bruce Wayne looked out over his manor, finally returning home after these eight long years. He had left when he was thirteen, and was now twenty one years old. He approached the house when suddenly he noticed something. Someone moving in the window. It wasn't Alfred. They were wearing all black and a mask. Bruce stopped, suddenly afraid.
He didn't notice the man in black sneaking up on him with a knife either, until the man made the mistake of jumping on his back. Bruce flipped him over, listening as he heard the back of the man break as he hit the ground hard.
He turned around to see three more of the attackers running down a snow colored hill, all armed with Uzi's. Bruce ran for the house, when another holding a butcher knife stepped out of the front door. Wayne tackled him, causing him to fall before punching him over the head, making him drop the knife and fall unconscious. Quickly he ran up to his bedroom as he heard the door being kicked open from downstairs. From his closet he grabbed a hoodie and a ski mask, pulling them both over his head. Suddenly he door was kicked open and one of the armed men ran in as Bruce hid to the side of his closet, hiding under a few coats. One of the attackers slowly walked in, right past Bruce, not seeing him.
Quickly he lashed out and knocked the man down, before quickly hitting him right in the chin, knocking him out in silence. The next came in, and Bruce did the same. He then stood, and punched another in the face, while throwing his body into the final two behind him. Bruce rubbed his hands together, all of the intruders finally finished with. He ran back downstairs into the kitchen where he found Alfred bound and gagged. The butler was strangely relaxed as Bruce cut his bonds.
Alfred rubbed his wrists to get circulation back into them and looked at him. "Did I forget to say welcome back?"
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The Next Chapter should finish off the whole Batman origins thing and lead to the unavoidable confrontation between Bruce Wayne and the Joker. Commissioner Gordon will be introduced sometime after the confrontation, and Joker's whole main plot should come into focus after that. After this story, if it goes over well, I was going to have a sequel with Two Face and the Scarecrow, a whole lot darker and gorier then this one.
