XXXIII
Conversations Alone In The Dark
In the caves under his mansion, Bruce Wayne stood alone in the dark.
But he was not alone.
He had his memories, his fears, his hatred to burn out the darkness. A twenty-year-old hatred that had finally grown into a man.
And now he had his parents.
The ghosts of Thomas and Martha Wayne stood before him in the shadows. They said to him that he could no longer be the frightened boy. That boy should have died in Gotham Towers twenty years ago. He must discard the boy and become the man. Their son must let his fear be destroyed and the man must give them final peace… what they had waited for, for so many years...
Revenge.
The souls of Gotham cried for revenge. When he closed his eyes and listened hard, he could hear them from their graves, long forgotten voices carried along the caves.
Bruce had started on the right path years ago, but the boy had strayed.
This was a man's work. Today, the man would finish his work.
Gotham would have its revenge.
Bruce connected power to a system he had withheld from the world for ten years, the culmination of Wayne Industries work on nanotechnology... the technology he would never hand over to the world. The arms race had finished ten years ago. Bruce had won. He just hadn't told anyone yet.
The terrorists who had destroyed Gotham Towers all those years ago had been Kahndaqi. And now they had taken Dick.
"This is for you, son. And you, Mom and Dad." Bruce let the system whirl and spin. At Richard's funeral, his son and parents would have the revenge they deserved.
Dimensions away in the dark, Trigon smiled with pride. His daughter had chosen well...