Out of the Shadows

by 8579304

Superman has died, and villains of all types have taken over. Batman is currently in hiding. As an attempt to find food Batman comes across a young teenager named Victoria whom he takes as his own. As he sees her potential, Batman starts training her to become the next Robin. My sister and I are having a little writing competition. This is my sisters story. Hope you enjoy!

2. Chapter 2

POV: Bruce Wayne

Setting: Gotham/South Jostreca

I fumbled aimlessly in the dark. I couldn't see anything. It was pitch black. I stuttered down the main hallway trying to find my way to the jet. Suddenly I touched a cool, firm surface. I recognized it immediately. Without hesitation I pulled myself into the jet and quickly turned on the lights. The lights within the plane illuminated a small portion of my surroundings. I moved swiftly to the back of the jet searching for my suit. I opened a dusty wall compartment and my mask's dark steely gaze focused in on me. It bore right through me as if I was nothing. I started to sweat despite the brisk temperature of the cave. Surely those eyes couldn't be human. Surely only a villain could have those eyes. What would that make me if I put on that mask. Do the people I see, see those stone cold eyes. Do they think I'm a villain? I swallowed my doubt, and pulled the soft material over my face. Instantly I was able to see. The night vision I had equipped in my mask was truly helpful. I slowly withdrew the rest of my suit from the compartment. Reluctantly, I pulled on every last piece of it. I stared at my reflection on the jets window. I felt cold. I felt hollow. I felt dark. I was the Dark Knight. My stomach growled like a lion. After all my planning I knew what I needed to do, and where I needed to go. I decided to attempt my scavenging mission.

I slid into the jet's main leather seat. The engine roared as I prepared to fly. The jet took off, at bullet speed. Once the jet started flying smoothly a sense of calm overtook me. How quick, how sleek, and how strong flying made me feel. I felt just like Superman, but less dead. After the horrendous battle against Doomsday, Superman was mourned throughout the whole world. Now people hate him for dying because now they don't have a hero. My thoughts churned in my head throughout the whole flight. After about an hour of flying the jet gently touched down atop of an abandoned factory in the south Jostreca Region. I leaped out of the jet, and landed softly. About 20 minutes later, I found myself wandering down the many abandoned hallways of the factory. I gawked at all the destruction. Graffiti covered the walls, with gruesome images of hero's dying. Superman among them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw an open doorway to a room. I hoped it was kitchen. I wanted to get out of here as fast as I could. I creeped into the room, and saw a small skinny heap of a girl curled into a ball breathing rapidly. I knelt down towards her and whispered softly, "Don't be afraid".