Gotham's Story
Your funeral was small for being the most famous and wealthy man in Gotham. It was discovered that, on the day you died, Alfred had suffered a fatal stroke and perished along with the Wayne mansion which mysteriously burned down.
The funeral was attended by those who knew you the most. Oliver Queen, Diana Prince, Selena Kyle, James Gordon, Clark Kent and one mysterious teenage girl whom no one knew. You were laid to rest beside Alfred with a plain tombstone that just read: "Bruce." It is exactly how you wanted it. No elegy, no crying, no mourning; just silent respect for a fallen titan.
When everyone left, Clark knelt down one last time to touch the stone- and something happened. Was it a far off earthquake? Was it an ant moving a pebble out of the way? Funny, he could have swore he heard a single, faint heartbeat...
Clark stood and looked at the mysterious teenage girl who stood, staring intently behind him.
And he gave her a wink.
***
Your eyes flutter and you groan yourself into consciousness. The first senses you receive are the dark and dank smell of the Batcave. Well, it appears the drug you took has worn off, and now everyone can be happy. Gotham no longer has the taboo of allowing a criminal to fight crime independently, Superman didn't have to kill you himself, and you can finally be left to your work: fixing Gotham.
Carrie- Robin, that is- helps you regain your footing and you observe the changes that are already happening in the cave. The gang that once called itself the Mutants, now see you as their undisputed leader and are following your instructions to the letter. It would take months to train everyone and years to ready all of your plans, but you have time. You have all the time in the world.
You look at Robin and the rest of your team with a smile.
Gotham will be safe in their hands.
The funeral was attended by those who knew you the most. Oliver Queen, Diana Prince, Selena Kyle, James Gordon, Clark Kent and one mysterious teenage girl whom no one knew. You were laid to rest beside Alfred with a plain tombstone that just read: "Bruce." It is exactly how you wanted it. No elegy, no crying, no mourning; just silent respect for a fallen titan.
When everyone left, Clark knelt down one last time to touch the stone- and something happened. Was it a far off earthquake? Was it an ant moving a pebble out of the way? Funny, he could have swore he heard a single, faint heartbeat...
Clark stood and looked at the mysterious teenage girl who stood, staring intently behind him.
And he gave her a wink.
***
Your eyes flutter and you groan yourself into consciousness. The first senses you receive are the dark and dank smell of the Batcave. Well, it appears the drug you took has worn off, and now everyone can be happy. Gotham no longer has the taboo of allowing a criminal to fight crime independently, Superman didn't have to kill you himself, and you can finally be left to your work: fixing Gotham.
Carrie- Robin, that is- helps you regain your footing and you observe the changes that are already happening in the cave. The gang that once called itself the Mutants, now see you as their undisputed leader and are following your instructions to the letter. It would take months to train everyone and years to ready all of your plans, but you have time. You have all the time in the world.
You look at Robin and the rest of your team with a smile.
Gotham will be safe in their hands.
