Bruce Wayne had been in the hospital for over a week.
He had seen the people coming to visit him sobbing, and he had heard someone say, "He's not coming out."
Death. It was something Bruce had faced almost everyday long ago. But now was when he thought about it.
Death.
Bruce awoke in the middle of the night. His chest...the pain. It felt like he was being squeezed untill he popped.
He sat up, gasping, and he knew, it was almost time.
Death.
He shut his eyes, not wanting to see what was going on. Would death be painful, he wondered. Would it just be like falling asleep?
He wondered, then, what happened when people died. Did they go to Heaven or Hell? Did they get reincarnated?
Or did they just stop working and never see anything again? Just freeze up and have senses stop and...
He suddenly got up. The pain was still there, but he had one last thing he had to do.
Two hours later, he was in an alley. It had taken a lot of effort to get there, to the place he knew so well.
He kneeled down on the spot where his parents had once lay, their blood staining the sidewalk, his tears mixing into the crimson.
And he remembered everything that had happened.
Faces flashed by him, his Mother's, his father's, Alfred's, Dick Grayson, Selena, Terry...so many faces, he couldn't name them all.
Memories he never knew he had surfaced. He could remember what had happened every day of his life, and it all went by in moments, years worth of memories in seconds.
A great pain in his heart, like an arrow. He shouted out.
And Bruce Wayne was no more.
He had seen the people coming to visit him sobbing, and he had heard someone say, "He's not coming out."
Death. It was something Bruce had faced almost everyday long ago. But now was when he thought about it.
Death.
Bruce awoke in the middle of the night. His chest...the pain. It felt like he was being squeezed untill he popped.
He sat up, gasping, and he knew, it was almost time.
Death.
He shut his eyes, not wanting to see what was going on. Would death be painful, he wondered. Would it just be like falling asleep?
He wondered, then, what happened when people died. Did they go to Heaven or Hell? Did they get reincarnated?
Or did they just stop working and never see anything again? Just freeze up and have senses stop and...
He suddenly got up. The pain was still there, but he had one last thing he had to do.
Two hours later, he was in an alley. It had taken a lot of effort to get there, to the place he knew so well.
He kneeled down on the spot where his parents had once lay, their blood staining the sidewalk, his tears mixing into the crimson.
And he remembered everything that had happened.
Faces flashed by him, his Mother's, his father's, Alfred's, Dick Grayson, Selena, Terry...so many faces, he couldn't name them all.
Memories he never knew he had surfaced. He could remember what had happened every day of his life, and it all went by in moments, years worth of memories in seconds.
A great pain in his heart, like an arrow. He shouted out.
And Bruce Wayne was no more.