Nocturnal heartbeat

Prolugue:Fingers on the pulse

With lyrics fromEversangs"Wake me up"

This is a progect that I've been toying with for sometime. I know the sensible thing to do would be to wait until I finish my other stuff( Harbingers kinda springs to mind ,dosent it?) but in the words of Slarteybartfast "Hang the sence of it." This is based on some of the particulary grim, posibley philosophical, and analitical states I've been in at one point or another.

This is not a song fic, I just heard this song in Daredevil and thought it sounded cool. It's also not a journal, merley a colection of memories.

This story takes place in the same coexisteing universe as harbingers . If your looking for DC comunity it ocurs before JLA's "Tower of bable."

Gotham.

My city.

My strong hold.

My graveyard.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

I live in this city.

I live for this city.

I am this city.

I have become it's shadows, it's rooftops, it's parepets.

All for justice.

I made a promise to my parents, upon thier graves.

To avenge the evil that took thier lives.

Leading you down into my core...

That took my soul.
...where I've become so numb without a soul ,my spirit sleeping somewhere cold ...

That took my heart.


until you find it there and lead it back home.

That took them away from me.


After the cataclysim, the "Nomans land" I look around now

...and wonder how well I have kept that promise.

Wake me up!
Wake me up inside.
I can't wake up!
Wake me up inside.
Save me!
Call my name and save me from the dark.

I do my best work in the dark.

But when Luthor rebulit this city , he took the shadows. The shadows I had so easily wraped my self in...and increased its coruption as much as giving back hope and home to the millions of innocents and vermin. He used Metropilis arcitecture of course, turned Gotham into someting it is not and never can be as long as my promise remains unfufiled.Through crystal and light, Luthor truly took Gothams life, constructing a mask better then Bruce Wayne could ever be. He was not unprepared to bloody his hands in the execution of this figerative murder. He tried to cut deep into it and me, all the while smirking more knowingly than a cheshire cat. And he did what he always does when he threatens and murders and destroys and conquers. He got away with it.


Wake me up!
Bid my blood to run...
I can't wake up!
...before I come undone...
Save me!
...save me from the nothing I've become!

This is but one of many travisties, times when the mask of efectiveness is pushed to it's limits by the childish but semicorect logic of "It's not fair." A man with one of the most precious gifts of all (imortality, a chance to make every day count) uses it to sustain a legacy of attempted genocide. A peaceful, pascifist man (a rare dimond left out of a safe into the marring blackness of this world) becomes a vicsious murder, controlled by an archeic set of principles of a chaotic religious order. Where is the justice?

Now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me.
Breathe into me and make me real.
Bring me to life!

I maintain contact with Oracle but under less...watchful meathods. She called it spying. She was right in everyway. But it was not done without reason. In this war a general is more endangered than a soildger. They can have a more powerful phycological effect, not tackeing into acount the damage done to leadership. Barbra no longer sees this as a game, not because she can no longer play ,but because the randomness yet calculated effectiveness with which injustice can happen is a sting she knows all to well. A bullet to the spine from a mad man can have same shatering impact on a life as two to an air born loving couple from a selfish one.Yet each outward spreading shard is diffrent.Yet similar. As Batgirl to Oracle, as Robin to Nightwing. Both identitys were an attempt to sieze that precious childness inocence in a world that was far from that. Both grew all to soon. A week ago we ruined a Bludhaven/Gotham drug ring, all three of us. Dick hung one of the younger fools from a twenty story drop, explainig clearly why he was more dangerous than Blockbuster. Barbra suggested 40 and prompted a more...interesting threat. Children. Yet now grown beyond their years. Tarnished and tinted by a darckness worse than evil. My darckness.

Wake me up!
Wake me up inside.
I can't wake up!
Wake me up inside.
Save me!
Call my name and save me from the dark.

Some of the worst crimes are the self justified ones. Such as Venom andCarnage. The former a hiprocrit, unable to accept responcibility for self failings, rather blaming one individual who will always be in his eyes as the source of all that has gone wrong with his own internal universe, even duliding himself into beleiving he is just and going so far as to justify murder of guilty or inocent for vengance. The latter , the exact center of his ,and what he feels should be others, existence. Unable to atain this he seeks a way to become that star, standing out from humanity by loseing his own.This pair are typical of any other self excuseing criminals, beleiving that they are exempt from the rules, governmental and universal, that they can do anything to anyone simply because they are who they are. I fight ceaseless war against this kind of desease every second of my life. And God help me(if such an entity exists outside of Clark) I bring children down into the darkness with me.


Wake me up!
Bid my blood to run...
I can't wake up!
...before I come undone...
Save me!
...save me from the nothing I've become!

I spoke with Clark recently. Leauger buisness. Could have been something more inportant. Crime is down in Metropolis recently. Considering Clark lives in the place that is actually impresive. "Crime isn't a disease Bruce. It's just the result of mankinds own inturnal natrual disasters. A tsunami of the soul is one way of looking at it." I hate it when he calls me Bruce. Insofar as "internal naterual disasters" he does indeed have a point. Diffrent sides of the underworld are formed upon those who come from wrong choices and troubled lives. One unwise action causes another and another, an all consuming ripple effect, like a whirlpool. with you at the center.That is the reason he gave me the ring, the reason I keep files on Diana, J,onn, Flash and the others. One day the power in those hands may lead to a soul destroying domino effect, turning an unacceptible view towards human life. In the other catagory however Clark could not be more wrong.

Bring me to life!
I've been living a lie!

Crime,injustice: it is a disease. And every single man women and child on the planet is a possible victim or carrier.

There's nothing inside!
Bring me to life!

The outcome of this war has been a long a difficult one, so far claiming one victim directly because of me. Jason. I intened to keep it that way.To fufil my promise.

Frozen inside without your touch without your love darling .Only you are the life among the dead.

I belive I may have found a way already.

All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me!

Detectives work through use of threads, untangleing them, tracing them to the source then unraveling them. And I am the worlds greatest detactve. These injustices all have a pattern to thier randomness, the way they strike the inocent, the wheles they set into motion. They could be pridicted, with further analysis and better understanding.


I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems!
Got to open my eyes to everything!
Without a thought without a voice without a soul...
Don't let me die here...
...there must be something more
...bring me to life.

Clark was wrong. Crime is a desise. Evil is a disease. And the world is a patient,infected to stagering degres.
Wake me up!
Wake me up inside.
I can't wake up!
Wake me up inside.
Save me!
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Wake me up!
Bid my blood to run...
I can't wake up!
...before I come undone...
Save me!
...save me from the nothing I've become!

And I'm a doctor, with a new method and my finger on the pulse.


Bring me to life!
I've been living a lie...

And a promise to keep.

...There's nothing inside!
Bring me to life!

Anyone think that was deep? Not deep enough? To deep? TBC.