"Gotham"
A 'Smallville' fan fiction
All characters are owned by DC Comics, Warner Brothers, and their respective partners.
'Superman' was created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster.
'Batman' was created by Bob Kane
Timeframe: The summer between "Vortex" and "Heat" in season two
Disclaimer: I own plenty, but not these characters (not even Kaminski, not yet anyway…)
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Instead of having Bruce Wayne come to Smallville, I wanted Clark Kent to come to Gotham. I wanted to re-imagine Batman's origin to a very short extent. You will see many, many of the same things about Batman's past you've always heard. But if you look at it, there is room to grow in the origin of Batman, and since Smallville is all about origins, why not introduce another of the World's Finest? I'm not going to pull a JJ Abrams and make Bruce homosexual, have Alfred be a robot, or the existence of Wayne Enterprises a mere myth. I loved these characters since I was very young, starting with Batman: The Animated Series and with this fiction I am just putting the characters in different places. What if Clark Kent witnessed the murder of Bruce's parents, and who exactly was behind it? I'm only bringing you a "what if?" story that hopefully will entertain and make you happy when it ends.
Epilogue: Caved
After the fire in the tower was finally put out Bruce ordered for a full remodel in his expense, and also for private use of the clock tower. He knew he probably wouldn't use it, but he didn't know what the future held.
On the ride back to the manor Lex was told that a piece of the ceiling had fallen and hit him on the head. He was naturally suspicious, but that was him, and he couldn't remember a thing. At least they had gotten out of the clock tower undetected.
After the services on Thursday, Clark and Lex left Gotham; leaving everything behind as a secret never to be told. No one in Smallville would ever know, not Clark's parents, no one.
It didn't rain during the funeral services, a shock to citizens, but it did when Bruce began to look over his parent's possessions that were on display. No one thing touched him more than the journal of his father:
"Not since today has my life ever felt more peaceful yet so hectic. I will deal with this as I have all my life."
And that was the last thing he ever wrote. It became too much too handle. He nodded to Alfred and hugged all of his family members who were still in attendance, then walked out the backdoor to the rolling fields, now damp from the light rain. The sun painted the sky a reddish tone with a hint of blue peaking in between the gray clouds.
Then he ran, through the tall grasses, into the flowing property they owned that seemed to go on forever. The rain battered down on him, causing his clothes to feel heavier and heavier – the ground feeling lighter and lighter. Until he neared the cliffs and a piece of the ground gave in.
He fell for minutes until he finally slammed into the floor of an enormous cave. He laid there for hours, his eyes wide open and lost in thoughts, he was undoubtedly being searched for.
He thought about what he had said to Clark minutes before he left.
"Promise not to tell anyone?" Clark had asked, almost in a whimper.
Bruce had felt secure on that and said, "I won't. But I still haven't heard the full story – "
But he was cut off by Lex yelling for Clark that the plane was ready. And that was that. Clark left with a wave and a smile, leaving Bruce broken shattered and uninformed behind him. Perhaps one day he would get the full story from Clark.
He finally awoke from his thoughts as a blurry light from above beamed down on him. He slowly got up and waved, "I'm down here!"
He looked around and sighed, letting all the air escape from his lungs.
Down here would be a good place to start over, he thought. And he would.
He would train down here, build down here.
He would seek revenge down here.