A/N: This piece was kind of inspired by a 'theory' known as soulbonding. You can understand more about soulbonding just by searching around on the net. Conversely, you can also e-mail me at skyfiery (at) yahoo (dot) com with any questions.
I've been rather rusty from not having written for quite a while. Your pardon. Also, wondering if I should add a second chapter…
Disclaimer: Batman belongs to DC Comics. No intentional copyright infringement is intended through his use.
The Legend of the Bat
There were some things that were timeless, and these were not subjected to the passing of time, but, instead, rode it as one would do with a wave, from crest to crest.
The Gardens of Destiny are subjected to the whims of Fate. And they were masters of the world, but they do not rule it.
There had been many worlds it had been to, gliding over cliffs to abysses to cliffs that were, to its eyes, the veils that bordered each world. Many had worn its sigil, but those, if seen through the eyes of Mortals, were brief.
Yet, in their brevity, all of them continued its mark for as long as Destiny's Book still held a word.
Now, it saw one boy (a being, to its eyes, for it did not divide people into what they were, and merely saw them for who they are), and with eyes that saw the potential steps the boy would take in Destiny's Gardens, it swooped down lower, and watched.
Silently.
The boy's paths were many, and it saw all of them, forking, twisting, turning, intertwining.
It waited for one path that wound its way, and, when it saw the boy approaching, it revealed itself for a brief moment, choosing him as the next to bear its mark and wear its sigil.
Bruce saw only darkness before him, wounded ever so slightly by dim patches of light from above, through the hole where he had fallen through. He groaned at the aches and knew he'd have bruises appearing soon.
"Bruce! Bruce!" His parents' frantic voices still sounded muffled and far away.
He got to his feet, and was about to shout back when he heard a flapping amidst the few pebbles still crumbling down. He felt a gentle wind before him that brought with it a strangely airy scent.
Then he saw the darkness being healed, as holes of light were filled up.
There was something down there!
"Mom! Dad!"
From the darkness came nothing that he should have been able to see, but he did, though not with eyes of flesh. With instincts passed down from the past, translated into sight of some form, he saw large wings flapping, keeping a hairy face with a slightly-pointed snout aloft. Dark eyes that were the light of darkness gazed back at him.
Accepting it was not an option.
Neither was understanding it. Not at his age.
"Mom!" he screamed in desperation, near panic.
It withdrew slowly, seemingly melting into the cave walls. Then, his parents found him.
Its task was done for now, at this place, at this time.
It had left its mark. Now, it would have to find another.