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ULTIMATE Batman

Case 1: "The Allure" Part 3

By YoungD16

Author's Note: This chapter might be a little confusing but it ties in to the overall story. This chapter flips from the night Bruce's parents were murdered to the present. - This tells you what is in the past. Hope I don't confuse anyone that bad.

Running. Faster. Further, further and not a phone in sight. It was so dark and damp Bruce began to feel cold. His body was heavier, he saw things in threes. POISON… in the food. They had been to the restaurant that Mr. Hart had recommended. They ate, the food was great but an hour of spending "Christmas money" made them a little tired. They decided to walk back to the car but Mr. Wayne had to stop and rest a little. Why was he so tired? Bruce looked around he didn't know this part of town, there were hardly any lights at this time of the day, gloomy and damp. Bruce also began to feel tired. That's when THEY came.

Five or six of them, they had strange faces, painted ones. They painted faces like clowns only there wasn't anything funny about as they gathered around the Waynes. Bruce's father asked what the men had wanted but they only replied with "Boss's orders."

And in an instant Bruce's world changed for the first time since birth, the triggers went off and the blood flew. Mr. and Mrs. Wayne were no longer in existence. The men turned to Bruce as though to kill him but Bruce dashed away. Through alleyway after alleyway, finally Bruce hid in the darkness, wet and scared.

The last moments with his parents were ones to remember for Bruce. And also, the moments of sweet revenge soon afterwards.

Bruce could still feel what he felt four years ago, the feeling of making things right or what he thought to be right. The feeling of revenge, making the murderers feel the same hurt he was feeling. Making sure the murderers felt the ULTIMATE pain. Bruce wanted them to be on their knees begging for mercy. He can still feel the rush he had when he held the gun that ripped apart the ones responsible for his parents' deaths. Seeing them suffer like he had was satisfying for the time being.

And even though he felt guilt for the four years, Bruce still sometimes felt that rush. That sudden release when the bullets hit the ones that didn't deserve a proper death, a natural death. Mr. and Mrs. Wayne never got a natural death, so why should the gang of thugs have anything different? An eye for an eye.

Reminiscing on the past wasn't going to bring back Bruce's mother and father.

BUT if there was something in that night that stood out it was what the thugs had said before they started shooting. "Boss's orders." Someone obviously wanted the Bruce's parents dead, but why and who? Bruce had asked himself these very questions for the longest time and still no answers. Bruce tried to think back but was caught up in the memories.

It was so cold after about an hour of hiding, the night was slowly becoming morning and soon there would be enough light for the thugs to find him Bruce got up and started to leave the alleyway. He saw a telephone booth and rushed to it. Help! That's what he wanted to say but it pained him to talk. And who would he call? The police? What would he say, my parents were killed by clowns.

Bruce wandered for a while not knowing where the hell he was. All Bruce knew was that he was somewhere near the "underground", a place where Gotham's castaways dwelled. In a sense, Bruce was a castaway so wondering there must have been fate. There were abandoned factories, old cracked brick buildings, and occasionally an old car or two that were on the street. Graffiti art on every building, rats scurrying everywhere, it was a dump of a place but for some strange reason Bruce kept walking. He really had nowhere to go, no family, and no friends.

Those were the memories Bruce had when he thought back to the night his parents were murdered. He remembered his first look at the "underground" and how different it was from Gotham Heights. Shortly after that quick visit to the underground Bruce remembered being found sleeping in a trash heap by a man known as Alfred, kind and loving for a city outcast. Bruce couldn't have known that this man would teach him everything he ever wanted to know and MORE.

NOTE: Well hope you enjoyed the third part of my story. Please review +