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- Okay, come here Superman. - Said a red-haired man in a lab coat.
So, when the man of steel was getting into the ambulance, lying next to him, he hugged the smaller man looking into his tired, pale face with chills, hugging him closer there looking in his direction with apprehension and more doubts ...
- Can I get in the car? - E m then asked Grayson alarmed looking in his direction.
Without blinking, each of them agreed and so the paramedics closed the ambulance and went in heard the signal and soon followed the sirens.
They were also accompanied by two paramedics who connected heart rate sensors on the screen and monitor connected to his body, monitoring his movements and speaking.
- Try to be closer to him if possible, hug him more and rub the blankets on him forming friction. - Said the brunette woman.
They were then rubbing the blanket on his legs and tightening around his body, the other one got up and took a reflecting mirror and took it towards the two lying men and the woman saying.
- Try to use your heat vision on this device. I will enlarge it without burning the electric blanket. - Said plugging in an outlet while rubbing and thus increasing the power of it to see the man of steel use his vision of heat.
In the midst of the movements , after their tires none of them spoke for long minutes, Grayson approached and also joined in creating friction in his body and ran his hand over his mentor's face.
Somehow he woke up with a tug of air, he was as old as a mummy, he looked for the first time.
And they were looking in his direction when they heard movement and choking Bruce had his face turned towards Superman's body, even at that hour with so much work it didn't increase his body heat, his teeth chattered.
He had a tired look and a deep look forming like he hadn't slept in months, his blue eyes cracked open and he groaned through chills.
They were followed s cold sweats, looking toward her with a hoarse voice ice blue eyes tired and worn canine teeth showing these seemed more pointed than usual
- I'm ... I'm cold ... - He moaned, shrugging his head and getting closer to Superman, trying to grab his clothes, he looked almost the first time in his direction, as if he noticed his presence.
- Superman ... - He groaned in his chest looking several times after blinking.
- I ... I don't feel well ... - At that moment, his eyes went into orbits and one gasp followed by another and he said in a breath.
- I can't breathe ... - That was the freezing cold itself coming out in vapors from your mouth, when you least expected a seizure followed by beats so fast that they startled.
They went to everyone having to be held in bed, shaking convulsively and foaming out of his mouth, he was sweating so much that he ran and wet the sheets and urinated in the same ...
- Go faster. - Shouted a woman jumping up towards the front, opening the window with a jerk.
- Hurry up and run as fast as you can.
It was at that moment , when they heard what he did not want the heartbeat to stop, he had a cardiac arrest choking and snorting urgently until everything stopped as quiet as a graveyard.
As if in anger the woman said.
He went back to being catatonic, his eyes white and floating, growing older.
- Leaves. - And so the cardiac massage began several instigating and tenebrous minutes if cardiac massage followed the crucial moment several minutes.
Those moments, which passed while trying to do the cardiac massage process until they were forced to use the defibrillator three times.
When he wore an oxygen mask pumping air into his lungs by raising his mouth to cover his nose, they saw endless seconds and minutes until they arrived at Cadmus and his heart was weak but pulsating.
And taking him urgently on a stretcher to the intensive care room, he was soon intubated, he was connected to oxygen machines and followed by an unconscious examination room.
And he saw metal plates and radiography objects, electro and echo one after the other, still as cold and pale as a dead man, blood tests, the heroes of Cadmus and the Justice League.
There several suspicions and no solution in the case, the man of steel went to the bed of the unconscious millionaire and stood watching when he saw Steve Trevor approaching in his direction.
What they expected , while Superman sat there in a chair on the right side and Diana on the left side each holding the unconscious man's hand.
- He can die at any time or live. - said the Martian.
- The first few hours are important. - Said. - Then he can be stable.
- I ... - Diana said caressing Bruce's face.
- We didn't have time to talk. - Said Superman.
- We can tell. - Said the Martian. - Maybe he'll listen. - Said the alien.
- When he stood in the corner of the room watching the human lying on the bed.
They alternated the times they stayed together, helped to change the bed linen, the catheters the probe, and talked to him.
It lasted for weeks ...
- Bruce. - Diana said, I love you, we love you. - He said with tears caressing his face with dark circles.
- I love you, I feel like I want to be with you. - Superman said, his eyes were closed and deep dark circles formed if the swelling was gone.
There were prominent veins in his arms on his face, he was hot, very hot, that day they put bags of ice on his body being fed by tube.
Those, like many other intravenous remedies, he had another cardiac arrest, and soon returned five minutes later, his beard was about to shave, so Diana did, she sang ...
Even though for this nothing was more than a distant whisper, nothing more, Superman helped her to change Bruce Wayne, Damiam visited him.
And they were together with Dick and sat for hours Dick cried when the beeps were audible, at that time they left minutes later.
And hile that every day Diana, J 'onn and Kal sat stroking him changing his clothes, telling stories and declaring their love, each telling his life.
Even though in the end all the members of the justice league paid visits every day, sitting down to talk, and trying to talk to Bruce, and so he visits almost every day of Alfred.
They discovered, in addition to Dick and Jason's witness, that there was footage of all Bruce Wayne's torture sessions, that they found it to be 1 year of torture, followed uninterrupted, and without mercy.
The men involved in the sect were caught, but their leaders fled, so there was security 24 hours a day, they moved to the Watchtower, because of that, among the security of the members of the justice league themselves.
He was never left alone, he was always veiled by a member of the league, even if he didn't wake up so early.
He never woke up for a while, at least, the constant visits, everyone's tears, he was catatonic, they didn't see him any more awake for a while.
Bruce slept, and did not wake, floating, unconscious between the beeps of the machines, and several weeks passed and everyone was very worried between fever and arrhythmia attacks .
A lot of time of concern, until a few weeks later, he no longer needed the hemodialysis machine, but he did not wake up, he was catatonic, floating like he would never wake up ...
When he was being followed by a choke, he didn't breathe, he sucked in the air, choked the beeps from the machines went crazy, he gurgled, there was an oxygen mask, he had a heart attack, followed by convulsions.
Superman called, nurses, and they were taken out of the room, heard screams thrashing, as if they saw backtracking they saw it as if on camera legend, going too fast, he rejuvenating and having a young skin again, his hair turned white and did not return to normal.
Diana, Clark and J'onn, were desperate, he was not well, he was sedated several times.
- Bruce. - They said in unison, and so they returned to the edge of the bed Diana stroked her hair.
He made a groan and blinked his eyes and saw around him turning his attention to both of them and they called him and Superman said.
- Bruce ...
- Did you hear us? - He asked.
His tired eyes blinked, he made a half smile and shook his head in denial, and went back to sleep again.
After a very long time, Bruce woke up, still tied, to the bed, he looked around, he looked as if he was gradually going into despair, he couldn't deal with the memory of the captivity.
He gasped, his heart sped up, and he didn't remember when he got there, god, god ..., if he was there, it meant he went crazy ..., but it was too good, he looked at himself, gasped, snorting , he screamed, he was rescued amid hysterical screaming attacks, and panic ...
He was looking around, he was in despair, he struggled, he screamed at the top of his lungs, more nurses were called to keep him there, he was sedated again, falling into unconsciousness ...
He tried to cut his own throat, screaming and gasping, he was not the man he once was.
He was tied to the bed, had catatonic attacks, trapped in a bed, in a padded room, he was nobody else.
Both sitting on the chair in front of him Superman pulled his hand, he had a feeding tube, he and kissed his fingers, trying to calm him down, tried to hold on, his hands, arms, fingers that surprised him increased the more Diana did the and J 'onn was stroking his head ..., trying to hold it, he screamed even more ...
And as they both kissed each of his cheeks close to his lips, despair, he had weeks of uncontrolled attacks, even though he was tied to the bed, and to a padded room.
But they did nothing more than that
They were afraid ... Fear of being rejected ..., fear of what might happen ... fear of what Bruce could do next.
He couldn't say anything, in fact, the tube prevented everything, he looked around and after that, the devices, the catheters, and the catheters probing, he moved better than he could with weak legs, he groaned and moved uncomfortably. .
He received caresses from Diana, J 'onn and Clark and so the Wonder Woman and the Martian stayed while Superman left the room, he followed his trail, he was very quick and came back accompanied by the doctor at midnight.
- They looked at the devices, measured his pressure, his heartbeat, Bruce's very attentive eyes, he was looking towards the ceiling at the machines, sedated.
He raised his hands and held the Martian's hand, he stopped unexpectedly and pointed towards the tube in his mouth, and the ropes that held him, he gasped, he screamed madly, there were hysterical cries of tears, where he tried to kill himself, until the bed was stuck.
He refused to eat, and he got stuck, he had blackouts, he couldn't stay coherent or even connected to the reality, at that time, nightmares came, and crises of despair.
Then the probes came on and just waited to wake up between catatonic crises, and that was two years later, it was two o'clock in the morning on a Thursday, looking at an electronic clock on the wall next to him.
Even after he still has the breathing tube and the oxygen hose in his mouth, looking at each of them asleep in their respective chairs.
He felt the pain, his stomach ached, a moan and he had no strength he felt weak a tube in his mouth, he saw half sleepy and hearing distant echoes closer and closer and heard some voices closer and closer to him.
And while some hands caressing his face, other hands holding his own hands, and so he heard from a distant echo until some noise, he heard it while opening his eyes.
- I love you, Bruce. - Superman said, stroking his face, ever since that moment when you saved me that we fought together ... - A body leaning against him stroking his hair ...
Soft hands and a feminine voice ... Diana ...? And he thought. - I feel the same ... - That day we wanted to declare ourselves, we wanted to be together ... - A choked voice. - And with you. - I want to be by your side ... - A voice ... The Martian?
A kiss on his temple, a caress, some tube in his mouth, he opened his eyes, slowly and when he felt them get up he tried, he groaned a breath and saw he tried holding on answering both hands, so they wouldn't go away.
He opened his eyes and saw Superman, J 'onn and Diana.
- This is not Love. - I said one morning. - It's guilt. - Said turning the face of tears.
Gradually, he started to become less desperate, but there were hysterical crying spells, he couldn't sleep, in a 2-hour shift, literally , he had crying spells, going crazy.
Superman, Wonder Woman, and each of the heroes tried and forced him to eat, until at some point he started eating soup, in addition to a feeding tube.
It was difficult to touch him, very often, he would not get over it anytime soon, he was aloof, and walked away as if he had been touched, sometimes huddled in a corner, being watched by someone.
He was seeing a psychologist, who showed up once a week, when he tried to speak what happened, it took him two months to be able to speak without attacks and screams.
Followed by several suicide attempts, the psychologist herself had seen the videos, but he himself could not speak more than twice about the subject, he could not, and in that place, at that time, he would never be able to deal.
He had blackouts crises, and to his complete despair among blackouts, he was floating between worlds of nightmares, and that didn't help.
He started to realize that it was not just simple nightmares, he was really played by hellish dimensions.
Which made him unable to talk and she did not visit him again after 6 months of trying.
They believed that this was no more than traumatic nightmares that he felt as he went through an extra year of torture.
One morning, he was looking at the ceiling, he literally had a fit of crying in bed, between his crises, it was the first attempt to get loose, but he had attacks of weakness, it was the lack of food.
- Where's Alfred now? - He asked one morning. - When Superman gave him crushed apple pieces, when he didn't try to kill himself anymore, he had plastic spoons.
For a 1.98 tall man weighing 60 pounds, he felt weak and he was, he was thin.
- He was here yesterday. - Clark said, giving a spoonful of mashed apple in his mouth.
- Did you? - He asked.
- He was. - He looked hesitant, and said, running his fingers over his tear-streaked cheek.
- You had a blackout two weeks ago, woke up last night, after two hours after Alfred left. - Clark said.
He stood there, said nothing more, until Clark was replaced by Diana, he stood there looking towards the wall, curled up on sheets, he turned after half an hour towards Diana.
- Can I get up? - He asked.
She didn't answer anything in his direction. - Diana, please.
- Why? - She asked.
- I want to go to the bathroom. - He asked.
- You don't want a potty? - She asked.
He sniffed at her. - Come on, Diana, you are stronger than me. - He said. - You know I'm not going to try anything. - Said. - Please.
- Could you ... - She said, looking in his direction.
- More than 2 years ago, I could, but not now. - He said. - Untie me. - He looked on the verge of tears
He got up and untied it, it looked destroyed.
He sat down, and got out of bed, he was a thin man, after all, who walked slowly, towards the bedroom door, he was accompanied by Diana, he had long white hair.
And m that stood in front of his face were long and were even below the heels, he walked with his head down, with slippers and a white pajamas, slipping on the floor.
- Diana. - He asked with his head down and his hair in front of his face.
- Yes. - She said with her hand on his shoulder,
- How long have I been here? - He asked.
- 4 years. - She said.
- So long. - He said, bent as if he had lost all energy, he leaned against the wall on his back, he sniffed looking up, and then went towards the bathroom, he saw that she entered with him , and she looked and to the side his.
- Will you look? - He asked.
- Yes. - She said. - I already bathed you. - She said. - I've seen everything. - She said.
He looked at her from behind her hair, he could say something at that time, he would, but he changed his mind, and lowered his pants, which slipped on his heels next to his underwear and turned towards the toilet, and went to urinate with his hand. on your penis.
It was just listening to the noise of urine, he looked in his direction, after a while, he lifted his clothes and went to wash his hands in the washbasin.
They went towards the bedroom, he looked towards the bed, as if crawling huddled, that day, she did not tie him up, he slept right away ...
He woke up wanting to take a shower, it was Superman that morning, which he touched and tugged on his arm.
- Can I take a shower? - He asked.
- You want? - Superman questioned him, sitting, while he brought him a puree.
He took him towards the showers, he learned to ask to touch Bruce who walked away, dodged and was aloof.
He realized he was thin, sitting on a stool with Superman helping him to lather, he had shaky hands, he looked at himself, symbols on his body, his whole body, he looked at his back.
Day after day, he acted between sleep and catatonic crises and with his habits of crawling and huddling in the corners, sleeping under the bed, and touching his arms and holding on to his heels.
As soon as they saw his eyes behind his hair, he cringed, and he had feline habits of crawling in corners, in the shape of shells and huddled embracing on the floor, with his arms wrapped around his knees, often not even his own eyes were seen and face.
What earned him the nickname Uncle IT., He didn't care, felt the nightmares, and realized that he could jump from dimension to dimension, he could jump between dimensions, which he didn't tell him, so he realized that he I did not dream, they were not nightmares, they were dimensions, and bad, very bad futures.
He heard, sometimes when jumping in the shadows, the tears of many heroes crying in the corners, they felt guilty for him, the desire to leave increased, he really wanted to leave, he did not participate in anything else.
In the midst of these blackouts, which were dimensional psychic jumps, he gasped and woke up in Clark's arms.
Panting, he was in Clark's arms when hands lathered his back.
He jumped, there were hands on his face, leaning his head on Superman's shoulders, he gasped and saw that they were bathing him, stroking his head.
- Clark ... - He said.
- Calm down. - Said the Kryptonian.
- Can you stand up? - Clark asked
- Yes. - He said.
The water was hot, but he was shaking, he felt more than weak, he was a big fan from behind. He tensed, but Diana was stroking his head.
- Calm down. - It's all right. - Diana said. - You're safe.
- Diana. - They were petting him. - He wasn't afraid. - But his teeth chattered, they held each other for a few minutes, until he stopped shaking.
- I am fine. - He said.
He was dried and put on new pajamas in it, and headed for the bedroom.
He heard a voice that called him, more and more insistent, he heard more and more loudly, it started in nightmares, and they were more and more frequent, it seemed like his own, but he knew it wasn't, it was insistent that he called him to someone place ..., a world in darkness ...
He needed to leave ..., and urgently.
Many times he was caught, curled up asleep under his bed, he was transported through the shadows, to this world that was called more and more often, it was where he wanted to die, the place he would die, after finding whoever was calling him .. .
He was under the watchtower cafeteria table, he started to be taken to eat in the cafeteria, he was not allowed forks and knives, at most a plastic spoon, most of the time he was fed by Diana and Clark or another member who was your escort.
Alfred ..., he visited him, he didn't want to know and he didn't even ask how long he would stay, he just didn't care at that point, Alfred, or anyone else tried to get his hair out of his face, he was pulled away, he cringed at the touch sudden, and he often huddled in corners.
He was lying on his side on the bed, looking towards the wall, without really seeing, under many covers, it was when Barry arrived accompanied by Superman and J'onn, they went to talk.
- Hey. - Said Superman. - Can you receive a visitor? - He asked.
He didn't move, just breathed in and when he finally asked.
- Who...? - He asked the question.
They looked at each other worriedly, they really looked like they didn't want to talk about it, tried to brush the hair out of his face, for him to brush it away with his hand.
- Jason ... Dick ...
Any reaction, he stayed a few minutes ...
- I can make a try. - Said.
- Are you ready? - It was Superman asking.
- I will never be ready, but I know I have no alternative. - Said.
- Can you wait a little. - Barry said.
- They will insist until they get it. - Bruce said.
- My will means nothing. - Said. - It doesn't matter. - Said.
- But ... - Fine. - Superman said.
- If something happens ..., you ... - Superman is not finished.
- Just be thirsty. - Said.
- Bring them. - Said. - If I can't. - Said. - Be thirsty. - He said, without moving.
A moment later, although he almost regressed to catatonic state with Jason and Dick's visit.
Dick and Jason sitting in a chair, he waited for them to speak, their steps, towards the room ...
- Old. - It was Jason's voice.
- Bruce ...
He was really there, dead in soul.
He tried his best not to despair, he was hyper ventilating.
- I really wanted you to apologize ...
- There wasn't a moment when I didn't think about it ...
- He ..., the rape ...
- FOR. - He said. - After that moment.
- I can't talk about it, no matter how hard I try. - Said. - You can come here. - Said.
- You can pay me a visit. - Said. - But I can not. - Said. - I just can't. - Said.
- I'm very sorry. - Bruce said. - I can not. - Say what you want. - Never or until I can piece my pieces together. - He said. - I can not.
He heard footsteps, he knew they got up.
- Don't come any closer. - He said.
He didn't turn.
- Don't touch me. - He said.
- Bruce ... - Tried Dick.
He just managed to turn towards Dick and Jason, at some point when he was in the cafeteria, they didn't see much of his face, covered by his hair.
It was difficult, just touching your hands, it took more than two months, to touch your hands without shrinking.
He didn't often look at people's faces, he didn't take a second look.
They didn't talk about it, he couldn't, there were days when the voices increased, the screams in his dreams were louder, he woke up from nightmares, he was nurtured by someone, amid screams, amid tears and hysterical cries.
He wished to die, amid his screams, there was still sedation, he was out of control, he could no longer be him, he was in the automatic, he ate in the automatic, he bathed in the automatic.
Right then, he was huddled under the spooned table, he was looking into the darkness of the table.
He listened to conversations and did not meddle, he didn't want to know, with his hair spread out, he saw that Superman every time someone passed by questioned him, and again they looked under the table, he didn't answer at first, but with insistence, he said or hello and I'm fine.
Hal passed by, he went down and stood under the table, with two plates of cake there, he was sitting approaching.
- Can I get closer to you Spooky? Hall asked.
After a minute he took a breath and said.
- Yes. - He said.
- Want to eat a cake? Hall asked.
- Is someone having a birthday? - He asked.
- Aguem is turning 41. - He said.
- Happy birthday to her. - He said, still huddled, and with his arms around his legs.
- Someone is approaching almost middle age. - Bruce said.
He was quiet for a few minutes, sighing, he didn't notice and he didn't even look at his expression, he heard a sniff, a gasp.
- Do you want to participate? Hall asked after a while.
- Did not say.
- Come on, Spooky. - Hal insisted.
He nudged him, he didn't pay attention, he didn't push away, Hall was always annoying, he didn't fight back, but he continued to nudge, insistent, it took a good 10 minutes until he tried to spread his fingers .
Then he pushed him, he tickled him, he gave a half laugh. - You can stop, Hal, please. - He moved further towards the sofa, his corner was dark anyway.
- Come on, if you're going to eat, I'll stop stuffing you. - He said, he continued to tickle.
- Just a piece, I'll stop. - He said.
- A piece of? - He asked.
- Do you stop poking me? - He questioned,
- Yes. - He said.
He with one arm started to stretch towards the cake plate, which he paid no attention to which flavor.
Hall moved away. - You saw that you had to eat at the table. - Said Hall.
- That's not fair, Hall. - He said.
- Come on Spooky. - Said Hall.
- I get up and wait for you there, if you are not there in 4 minutes I will come back to nudge you. - Hall said, walking away from under the table.
Bruce was like a cat stretching, Hall moved away, and Bruce stretched out, one arm and slowly climbed up on the sofa next to the round table, it was a corner table .
Then he put his right hand and then his left and a part of his head appeared at people at the table, he was looking with just one eye in the middle of that pile of white hair.
It was a blue so intense and beautiful that if it were seen more often it would mesmerize.
Everyone was there looking, he was in black pajamas himself, stretching his arm towards the plate, Hal pushed the plate away.
- All of you Spooky, and sitting. - Said the green lantern, some people sitting around, were all gathered there, Diana beside Hall, and Superman beside him, he slowly got up and sat down.
He curled up there in the chair.
- Spooky straight. - Said.
At that moment, he spoke.
- If I stay here and eat, can I go back to the room? - He asked.
- If you eat everything, and stay at least 10 minutes here, yes. - Said Superman.
- Okay, - he said.
There were rare times when he stretched and showed his full height, he was tall, 1.99 tall, in a thin body of 60 kilos, it was a bad sight.
He sat down, Hall pushed his plate towards him.
- I can have a fork.
- No. - Everyone there said.
- I'll give you the cake. - Said Hall.
- In the mouth? - He questioned,
- Do it there, Spooky. - Said Hall.
- He pulled his hair out of his lips and started giving the cake, and he saw that it was chocolate cake, black and white mixed, looking down, it was tasty, he gave it in his mouth, and watching it was one of his favorites, it was a good taste, but didn't pay much attention at all.
There were many heroes after 30 minutes that Hall stopped him among the snappers and checked if he ate.
- Open Spooky mouth. - He said.
He looked everywhere, having stayed there, with heroes around, that moment, he saw everyone passing by, giving little good morning cards, good recovery, little plastic roses, if they didn't talk to him, Bruce wouldn't answer, just with your head against the table after a while.
He looked around, seeing happy faces, he was sick, some happiness was not so good.
He looked towards Hall.
- Can I go now? - He asked. - Please.
He received a grimace.
- Let's go. - Said Hall accompanying him to the bedroom.
He went to brush his teeth while being watched by the green lantern, and then he went towards the bed, covered himself, infuriated with happiness, he was ditched by Hall until he fell asleep.
But he didn't get fat, being one of the reasons for everyone's concern, in addition to his strange habit, and the fact that he didn't walk much, huddled in corners.
60 kilos for a long time, for someone who has to eat, he was allowed after 3 months of not attempting suicide, using spoons ...
Always accompanied by his colleagues, he did not seem bothered, it was monosyllabic, he looked around, sitting in the cafeteria accompanied by J'onn, who was watching, he did not invade his mind, which he heard was fractured, and he could run the risk of collapse if pressed.
Sipping soup slowly, he looked around, when he watched heroes coming and going, it was his home practically, he was visited by his children and Alfred .
The butler who seemed to burst into tears in rare moments, he never hugged him, he didn't comment, didn't calm him down, just sitting there, hearing about Gotham.
He was allowed pens, and did some drawings, he had a good hand.
He discovered a gift, painting, he took pictures, after a while, brushes.
He never asked, he didn't want to know, they didn't comment on his hair, he was left free, sitting in a chair, at the watchtower observatory, looking towards the moon for hours, with only the company of a hero, got up to eat and go to the bathroom.
He started doing this often, he had a hammock hanging over there, in a side corner looking towards the moon and space.
He was allowed to use forks and knives, he didn't have a lot of muscle, he was simply a thin, tall man, who huddled in corners.
Moments later, he was allowed alone, but he knew he had cameras, watching him.
Sometime between Alfred's visit, he didn't know when.
- Do you want to go back to Gotham, boss, Bruce? Alfred asked.
He was having soup.
- I could? - He asked, simply.
- But you want? - He asked.
- I do n't care. - Said. - The cave does well. - He said.
The following week, he returned to Gotham, he was spending his time, sighing, he realized that Jason and Dick took turns like Batman, he was found, in a dark corner of the cave .
He was always huddled, there with his knees on his chest, sitting, sometimes he was lying on the couch, never on any time turned on the television or listened to the radio.
He was always found in corners, or lying on the couch, he was observed frequently.
Mars Hunter, Superman, Diana, Hall, everyone visited him, every day.
- You want to watch television. - It was Hall, seeing him sitting with his head on his knees, sitting on the couch, with his knees close to his chest, and his head resting, he barely stood up, not even his head.
He touched his shoulder, he looked toward Hall, and raised his head. - Anything is ve . - Said. - Bruce. - If you want, call. - Said.
He watched some channels, when someone offered, but never on his own initiative, he had simply lost all desire.
He heard the voices , that chased him, he didn't look, he knew that Damiam was still Robin, there were some attempts of two weeks of conversation, he was forced to sit at the table, to eat, but he didn't talk, he was as said walking , eating and bathing on automatic, just yes or no.
Constant visits of heroes, always accompanied, he was looking, and he still did not leave, he expected to be left, a time alone, for himself.
A month passed, eating with a knife and fork, lost in his world, isolated, alone, when he was left alone.
Somehow, he saw Damiam with Dick and Jason heading for the patrol, he saw Alfred going up, he promised, just five minutes, if everything was fine.
He just couldn't do it, he wanted to leave, he went up to his room, grabbed some clothes, put it in a backpack, went down to the cave, put on a Batman outfit.
Bruce then took a pot, put several objects that he thought he might need, made a letter for each one, and with tears, entered the shadows, he left, where he thought he would find what he was looking for.
Where there would be no pain, where he would not remember, where he was far from where his pain was, everything was left behind.
He walked through the infinite, between what would be desert sands, he passed and passed.
They were destroyed worlds, passing through some worlds in decay, he did not know when he arrived when he passed, he simply walked, with only scorpions as his companions.
He walked worlds after worlds, nightmares, after nightmares ...
He fled and fled, when very weak, he looked towards the ruins of several temples, where he was welcomed by a people, a cult, for a time, which he did not know how to count, in a dimension that lived on an extensive land of sands.
There were Oasis, it was a strange dimension, he came across the creatures, which was a dragon, an immense red dragon, it was he who called him the va, there was a huge castle, an underpass, he looked at the creature.
In the cave a long, scaly body.
That said, looking at him.
- Until we meet. - I said to Creatures. - My version of Batman. - Said.
- Are you Bruce Wayne? - He asked.
- Yes. - He said.
- Did you call me? - He asked.
- Yes. - He said. - I have to tell you about the future. - Said.
- Are you going to fulfill your promise? - He asked.
- Yes. - He said. - I will free you from all your suffering. - Said. - You will never be hurt again. - Nobody will ever hurt you again. - He said.
- You will no longer be seen, or felt. - Said the creature.
- In return, tell me all the futures you saw that ended in nightmares. - Said. - And I will free you from your pain. - Said.
His mouth was enlarged and a light came from it, there were teeth and more teeth and a golden and white light with countless stars.