Twilight was gradually bathing the shady city of Gotham. Momentarily the night would descend and bring with it the menaces of the dismal town. But, unbeknownst to Gotham, more then the physical night was falling. Only a select few knew the Dark Knight had indeed fallen. A week ago, Bruce Wayne had ultimately been laid to rest. Most individuals were surprised that he lived to be a supercentenarian.

Or, in layman's terms, over a hundred years old. True enough, Bruce Wayne lived an exceedingly long life. However, those closest to him weren't surprised. After all, Superman himself said Bruce was too stubborn to die. He'd even lived to see his biological granddaughter Bryce reach college.

Bryce Selena McGinnis was quite an intelligent beauty. She was 5'10 and maintained a goddess-like figure. She kept her hair fashionably short and didn't employ cosmetics, favoring her natural look. Her standard outfit was a brown leather jacket, yellow crop top, and gray multi-pocket jeans with a ripped look. She bore two tattoos. The one on her nape was the Batman symbol, while on her right wrist was the emblem of a cat.

Currently, the first-year college student stood before her belated grandfather's burial. Her father, Terry, had long ago confirmed with Amanda Waller about being Bruce Wayne's son. No doubt Bruce long knew the truth. After all, he hadn't been the world's greatest detective for nothing.

Bryce considerably resembled both her father and grandfather. The only thing she'd obtained from her mother, Julie, was her brilliant green eyes and glasses. Bryce seldom wore contacts because her eyes didn't tolerate them well. Still, as the nineteen-year-old stood before the grave, she couldn't help but think of the significance.

Her father, Terry been named the heir to Wayne Enterprises. Which was fitting as he technically was the heir. She wasn't sure if grandfather had informed him before his death. However, she highly suspected that's what they had discussed on Bruce's deathbed.

Therefore, her father ran the corporation while simultaneously still being the new Dark Knight. Along with her mother being Catwoman. Even Bryce knew she'd one day take up the Bat's mantle. She'd been training all her life for when it became her responsibility to protect Gotham from the drudges of the underworld.

However, for now, she felt her parents and departed grandfather would want her to appreciate what freedom she had left. Her major was in business. She also took several other courses to prepare for her destiny. Still, she looked at her grandfather's grave solemnly.

"I do hope I make you proud, Grandpa. Given I was named after you and my maternal grandmother. I hope to live up to the extraordinary legacy you've bestowed upon this lineage. I will do my most suitable to live up to your expectations.

I know you once told my father being the hero isn't what makes you worthwhile. Being yourself does that. I intend to ensure my future personas will be equally worth wild.

So, rest in peace, Grandfather. We shall build upon your legacy. We will keep Gotham safe until the sand runs out. I doubt it will be anytime soon. I love and miss you. So I hope you're watching over your family.

I'll see you again soon, Grandfather. For now? I've got a significant examination to study for, and I intend to pass it! See you next week!" as she kissed her hand and pressed it on the gravestone.

Then she turned and strolled back to her motorcycle. She smiled as a flutter of bats passed by the full moon. One Dark Knight had fallen, yet more would come, and they'd never leave this city unsafe.