In Between
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story. Dc Comics does.
I have only a chapter or so left in 24 Hours for you fans out there. I wanted to get some of you interested in a new story since that one was coming to a close. I hope you enjoy it and as always please leave feedback! I LOVE FEEDBACK!
Bruce tore at the cowl as if it stood between him and the air he breathed. He closed his eyes and tried to collect his thoughts for a moment in the Batmobile before deciding his next move. God, how could he have done it? Bruce glanced out of the window and saw the man's body lying bloody and cold against the pavement. How could I have murdered him, Bruce thought?
Bruce spun the wheels of the Batmobile and went racing home to the manor, wiping sweat off of his furrowed brow, and replaying the events in his head over and over again.
….he found Crane's perp…
Bruce stared straight ahead on the road his thoughts continuing .
while questioning the suspect the man threw a vial at him…fear gas...
Bruce tried to relax his breathing.
…the man looked like Chill...could swear it was Chill…
Bruce gripped the wheel tighter.
…Batman had attacked the man hitting him over and over until he was silent…
…flickers of the present brought him back….it was not real…toxin made him think that this man was Chill…
Bruce heart quickened.
…after taking the injection to rid his body of the toxin…Batman realized that the man was not Chill, but another… another was dead…caused by his own bloody hands…
He ran. Ran like the coward that kills. Bruce should've stayed to face Gordon and confess. They would figure out it was him. Gordon was good. Good enough to hunt him down. Good enough not to stand by his friend and lie for him. Good enough to seek justice.
Bruce pulled up to the manor deciding to use the front door this time. He had to leave. There was no point in staying here. He couldn't stay here. Not now. There would be no more Batman, no more Bruce Wayne. He would become nothing, slipping into the darkness like the many shadows he chased nightly. He was one of them now.