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"I MUST BE A CREATURE. I MUST BE A CREATURE OF THE NIGHT."

 -Arkham Asylum.

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He was sitting in his new room alone. The lights were off, the curtains closed, and the only source of light came from the clock on the dresser.

 12:36

He glared down at his hands, they were numb; and not just numb, the pins and needles kind of numb that could drive one crazy after a while. He opened and closed them a few times then sighed and leaned back in the bed. He didn't even realize that he had fallen asleep until he jerked awake trembling in a cold sweat. The nightmare still fresh in his mind he climbed out of bed and sank down onto the floor next to it. Drawing his knees up to his chest he tried to force the nightmare to the back of his mind.

 "How dare you embarrass me that way, Bruce! It's only a movie for God's sake! It's not real."

 "No…" Bruce whispered squeezing his eyes shut.

 "Bruce, I'm warning you! If you don't stop crying and act like a grown-up, I'm leaving you right here. Understand? I'm leaving you right here."

 He could still hear the gun going off and the scream that followed, his scream.

Climbing to his feet, he stumbled to the door and pulled it open. Somehow he made his way down into the kitchen, where he found Logan sitting in his boxers at the kitchen table casually drinking a beer.

 "Yer up late." He grunted taking a swig of his beer.

Bruce frowned running a shaky hand through his hair, he sighed and took a seat at the table.

 "Couldn't sleep." He admitted.

Logan nodded, "Nightmare?"

 "No… reality." Bruce grumbled leaning back against the wooden chair; he suppressed a shiver when the cold wood hit his bare back.

 "Ah," Logan swallowed down the rest of his beer; he knew all too well what Bruce was talking about, "Want one?" He asked holding up the empty can.

Bruce shook his head. Logan shrugged and sat the can down on the table.

 "Batman yer code name, or somethin'?"

 "Or something," He licked his lips not sure whether he wanted to be Batman or Bruce right now, "It's an alias I go by when fighting crime." He decided to settle between the two identities for the moment.

 "Fightin' crime, huh?" Logan raised an eyebrow, "Like, bank robbers?"

Bruce snorted, he briefly wondered how Gotham City was doing about now, "The bank robbers in my world are a lot different than yours. I bet Joker right now is having a field day." With him gone and Robin d-

 "Joker?" And he thought Magneto was a stupid name.

 "A psychopathic serial killer."

Logan looked away; Egotistical mutant V.S Psychopathic serial killer, sounds like fun…

Rubbing his eyes, Bruce climbed to his feet, "I'm going to head back upstairs," He looked around for a clock, 4:30, "Good morning…"

 Logan raised a puzzled eyebrow and glanced over his shoulder at the clock, "Huh." He turned back finding the room empty.

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 There was no chance in him going back to sleep; he was wide-awake now and trying to clear his racing mind. Slowly he moved through some of his Tai-Chi forms in his bedroom. A knock at the door made him lose concentration, sighing he ran a hand across his forehead and pulled open the door.

Virginia stood on the other side dressed in some kind of red uniform. She grinned up at him as she folded her arms across her chest.

 "Just thought I'd let you know about Danger Room sessions."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, "'Danger Room?'"

 "Oh yea," Virginia smiled, "we all train down there, first it's the younger students then the teachers and such train. Logan uses it all the time as a dojo to teach some of the students Karate… or something like that. Anyways, training starts in ten minutes, you can watch if you want."

Bruce turned and walked back into his room and pulled on a shirt, "Let's go."

 Virginia nodded, "It's this way." She said turning to her left.

As they walked down the hallway Virginia began humming, "Na, na, na, na…" She stopped suddenly and glanced up at Bruce.

 "What?" He grunted looking down at her uncertainly.

 "What's it like having two identities?" She asked softly, the smile vanishing from her face, like frosting from a cupcake.

Bruce shrugged, "It can get difficult at times I guess."

Virginia nodded solemnly, "Quick! Let's 'rush' to the elevator Batman!" She shouted, the grin returning.

  'And I thought Joker was crazy…' Bruce thought worriedly.

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A/N: Bruce's nightmare I got from the comic book 'Arkham Asylum'. (A very good, very odd comic. Can you tell I liked it?) And just to make sure I didn't confuse anyone the 'song' Virginia was humming was the old Batman theme song. If anyone's seen the old 1960(?)'s version of Batman then you… would know that… O_o along with the 'rush' joke.

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