Fun fact: I am a Marvel fanboy, and eighty percent of my ten favorite superheroes are Marvel. However, number eight on that list is Flash, and number two? Batman.
DC does not have my favorite characters. Heck, I only like some because of the Arrowverse and the movies, like Green Arrow and Aquaman. The only ones I cared about before then were Wonder Woman, because I saw the old show with my mom when I was younger, and I saw the old Teen Titans show, so all those people were cool, Beast Boy and Cyborg most of all, and, of course, Batman.
He was even my favorite superhero at one point in my life, until I saw Spider-Man some more.
See, the problem with the characters in the DC universe is that too many of them are practically gods. Superman, for example, is one of my least favorite superheroes. His powers are unoriginal, and not only that, but they are OP. I can't relate to him much.
Batman, though, is a human being. One that was wronged by another human being. He can exist. And I got a book once about the psychology of Batman for Christmas (really says something about me when I get something like that for Christmas), it was such an interesting read, and it made me love Batman even more.
Anyways, I just wanted to use this little area to put my thoughts on how much I love Batman.
Also, I took one thing from the Nolan Batman and put it in here, because I can.
Song of the Chapter: Eptesicus by James Newton Howard and Hans Zimmer
I own nothing but the story.
"Martha."
The word kept playing over and over in his head. The word that his father said as he died on the ground.
"Martha."
He looked at the stone that had their names etched upon them.
"Martha."
He couldn't. He couldn't stand there, on the ground their bodies were beneath. Where they would rot.
"Martha."
He ran. He ran away from the graves. He faintly heard Alfred called his name, but he didn't look back. He needed to run.
"Martha."
Away.
"Martha."
Then he fell. He fell into a pit. He looked around and recognized the hole. He had fallen into it before.
Back then, his father got a rope and pulled him out.
He closed his eyes. He would be back, right? His father would get a rope and pull him out, just like he did before.
Then he heard a noise. It was the sound of wings flapping. The wings of a creature he had feared for as long as he could remember.
Bats.
"Dad?" he said helplessly. He would come, right?
The bats stared at him. They would attack him, he knew it.
"Dad?!" he repeated, louder and more frantic. He would have to come, right?
They flew at him. He curled into a ball, covering his head.
"Dad?" he said, quiet this time. He started to grow less sure that he would come.
Tears flowed from his eyes. "Dad … "
Nobody was coming.
He took a peek and saw the opening. He wiped the tears from his eyes, and looked around. There were vines. Vines that were growing from the top. He got up, despite the bats that were flying around. He bundled them together, making it stronger. He wrapped his hands around the vines, and climbed.
The bats flew around him. He was terrified, but kept climbing. Eventually, he reached the top, feeling different.
His parents were gone, he couldn't change that.
But he could fight the people like the man who killed them. He could make sure nobody else would lose their parents.
He looked inside the hole and saw the bats flying around inside of it. Alfred came just then. He said a few things, but Bruce wasn't really listening. His thoughts were elsewhere. He saw a bat. A bat flying through Gotham, striking fear into the hearts of criminals.
A bat man.
Wow, imagine if that was a thing.
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