Chapter One - Once upon a time, Bruce Wayne
Diana gave her husband a kiss. He stared into her deep blue eyes.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded. Despite the strangeness of the dream, after all, it was not the first time, he decided to omit her truth. He did not want to worry her.
"Good. If you're lying, I'll find out later."
Diana kicked off the blankets and left the bed, as elegant as ever. Bruce lay back down and leaned his face in his hand, admiring the curves of his wife. She wore a white, slightly transparent sweater. She was barefoot and her hair was messy. She caught his gaze and smiled.
"What is it?"
"You look so beautiful." He said. "How can you?"
"Just because I'm in love. They say that everyone gets more beautiful when they love."
"Maybe I'm in love, Mrs. Wayne. And I love you very much. You look very beautiful this morning."
Diana laughed, provocative. She touched her belly, slightly grown.
"Since when are you attracted to pregnant women, Mr. Wayne?"
"Since you said you were having a child of mine."
He got out of bed and walked over to her. He hugged her from behind, placing kisses on her neck. How was such a perfect woman to fall in love with him? Many told him it was only for money, but he never believed. Diana was showing love for him, and when she told him she was pregnant, he did not think twice about marrying her. So far they have been happy.
"Bruce, you're going to be late."
"I am the owner. They'll wait for me."
"You must set an example, my love ..."
With a grunt, he pulled away. Diana was right. She was always right.
Bruce walked through the doors of the Wayne Enterprise. His first appointment in the morning was a meeting of shareholders. These meetings were always monotonous. Staying at home looked so much better. But as Diana said, he should set an example. Thomas treined him to take care of the company long before his death, and he had been fulfilling his desire through the years, even though he was not so fond of being the boss.
The rest of the day was more or less like his morning. Meetings, business lunches, meetings with your possible alliances. The corporate world was monotonous, but no less easy. It was a wild world.
When night fell, he was more than ready to go home. He and Diana would have dinner with his mother, and spend some time together. The driver waited outside. Bruce came in and waited.
Soon he felt the car pull out, and was on his way to his house. However, about twenty minutes later, the car stopped. The driver turned to him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, but let's be a bit late."
"What happened?"
"A bank robbery. The surrounding streets are surrounded, and the traffic is stopped."
Bruce's mind traveled.
First, the death of his parents, as in the morning dream. Then the promise to seek revenge. The training, the improvement. He was afraid of bats, and created an alter ego on top of this fear. Batman. He then found himself in a bat costume, fighting off criminals. Everyone feared him, he was a lonely man, but Gotham was a safe place.
"Mr. Wayne?" The voice stirred him from his reverie. "You want me to tell your wife?"
"Don't worry, Jonathan. I'll do it myself."
Jonathan nodded, and turned his attention forward. It took more than an hour before the criminals surrendered and the police slowly released the way. The car started up again, but his mind was far away. Batman, Batman. The feel of deja vu latent in his chest. Why did he have the feeling of having lived that moment, but in a different way? Why did he suddenly feel inadequate?
Ok, this was short, but I have a long way to go.
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