Thanks for the many followers, as a writer it gives you a good feeling, that people are interested in your story.
This chapter will be more difficult for me, since I have to write from Bruce's point of view and male feelings might seem a little out of character if written by a woman... But I gotta ask my hubby for help and since he is an aquarius just like Bruce, it will be fine- I hope...
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He drove down the lonely alley.
His plan had worked well so far.
The bomb had detonated over the ocean, only causing a small shock wave and no tsunami, as he had feared.
Gotham was save from Bane, save from Rha's, save from his daughter.
Talia or Miranda- he couldn't remember the first time Alfred had mentioned her name, being a young, upcoming economist, willing to give her money to Wayne enterprises for the development of new kinds of energy supply. He was never interested in her, since everybody was telling him that he should at least give her a chance.
Maybe his first insticts were right about her and he should have acted to them instead of following a soft urge which had made him weak.
Weak when he needed the power to fight Bane for the first time.
However, he still remembered her beautiful eyes... Upon thinking of them, the picture of Rha's eyes also came to his mind... He should have known, should have seen the resemblance as he saw it now.
He frowned upon his own foolishness.
She talked so wisely about everything, just like her father. She even gave the same emphasis to certain words and phrases, just like her father.
Her goal was to make him suffer, having Bane at her side to cloak her actions.
Rha's had once told him that his anger nearly got him killed and that vengeance had saved him from his self-destruction.
Funny, Bruce smiled to himself, that his daughter's desire for revenge had sealed her destiny.
He felt no love towards her, maybe a little affection, since she knew perfectly to use her charms and that day she had waited for him in front of the Wayne manor, being at the right place at the right time, welcoming a battered man into warm embraces.
Alfred had left him to himself, given him the truth about Rachel, which had shattered his heart. She would not have chosen him. All these years in complete isolation he had seen her face, felt the touch of her skin, smelled the scent of her hair, heard the sound of her voice, savouring the memories, drowning in illusions of their never to be future, they would have had, if the Joker had not killed her.
The cruel truth was: they would never have ended up together. It hit him with more brutality than any human punch could ever muster. The loneliness he felt was worse than after the death of his parents.
Having been trained by the league of shadows, she was completely aware of her surroundings and she must have felt that hole in his heart, willing to fill it.
He hadn't had intimate contact to a woman for a long time and Miranda had wanted to make sure that he felt absolutely sure about her intentions.
Was he excusing himself for making love to her or did he even regret it?
That particular day was full of mistakes and wrong decisions. Maybe this part was also one of it- although it had felt good in the first place.
That particular day he would never forget.
First losing all of his money.
Second falling for the wrong woman.
Third tapping into a trap.
Fourth meeting your match.
Fifth being destroyed.
Maybe everything he needed was right there at his hands and he was too distracted to realize.
Rachel had been there at that time, but he had felt that Gotham still needed him and he had let her go- go away from him- into the arms of another man.
Now everything had changed for him.
Everything had changed for Bruce Wayne.
In a short period of time two women had asked him to leave Gotham with either.
Twice he had refused.
Gotham had always been his one and only love with all its ups and downs. He would have died to save this city. He could not live a fullfilled life here, because that would mean to decide between the city and your family. And this city would always dominate over any woman, this conclusion became obvious, but Gotham would never love him back.
Now he was ready to leave everything behind connected to Bruce Wayne or even to Batman.
Either you die as a hero or you live long enough to become evil.
He had chosen to die as a hero - for the world to think.