A/N: Hello again guys. Hope you like this story. It was suggested that I write this from Bruce's POV so I decided to try it. It may not be as good as the other one though, So here it goes...
Disclaimer: I do not own YJ, or DC comics.
R&R please
Thud
A scream
mouths agape from what we saw
a boy
tears falling from his face
thoughts running through my head
Why him?
Why should he have to be torn away from loving parents?
Why should they have died for not paying for 'protection'?
Why do I see myself in his eyes?
Cops
They were everywhere
Zipping the bodies in bags
Talking to witnesses
Talking to the poor traumatized child
Rain
Funeral for 2 wonderful people
Pain for a poor boy
Again, I see myself in his shoes
Again I ask myself that question
Why him?
A decision made
Documents signed
Limo pulling up
Family being made
Nightmares
Screams
Crying
Holding onto me in death-grip
Soothing circles being rubbed into his back
Bond being made
Son
He is and always will be
brought cheer and life into this cold mansion
Father
What he views me as
Trusts me more than anything
He calls me his savior
I call him my angel
Smiles
Laughs
Hugs
He's my savior in a different way
Brought me out of the darkness
Brought me to the light
He is a true angel of happiness
So about that tragedy,
Why Him?
I hope I did good on this one. R&R I beg of you, especially if you like it! It makes me write more, I may write this in Alfred's POV too. Tell me if I should.