Drabble.

The Batman is dead; long live the Batman.

The Batman is dead.

The smooth glass was cold under his hand.

The Batman is dead.

The cave was hollow and empty.

The Batman is dead.

The family was in shambles, the city in chaos, and no one even knew Bruce Wayne had died a hero.

The Batman is dead.

Yet Gotham began to understand her hero had died.

The Batman is dead.

Shall his life's-work die as well?

He opened the case and held the cowl over his head. Kevlar was smooth and heavy under his fingertips.

The Batman is dead.

He slowly lowered it.

Long live the Batman.