Batman Fan Fiction ❯ Batman:Old Habits Die Hard... ❯ The old grow wiser..The young grow restless.. ( Chapter 1 )
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By: prozefighter7 
Bruce remembering his days...and remembering and old foe.
Non Anime: Batman Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.20.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 615 | Visits: 339 | Status: Work In Progress
Bruce remembering his days...and remembering and old foe.
Non Anime: Batman Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.20.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 615 | Visits: 339 | Status: Work In Progress
The wind screams…it howls into the open sky as a hurt soul…A soul that lost its way. The buildings seem like they could crumble with the push of a fingertip…A city once beautiful, once full of like all seeming now to be only but a Normans land.
“I walk down the streets of Gotham...Hands in pocket, eyes looking at every point of the streets. I feel as if someone is watching me.”...An Old man walks down the streets lonesome, no one but himself.”I ask myself every morning and day, Is the life I have made? Was this my doing? Your just an Old fool Bruce….The joker was right…Life is nothing but a big joke and laughter.”Bruce walking down the streets of the city he once loved….An Old man…and lonesome man…but still a vengeful man. Looking up at the sky and wondering to himself of the times that once was.”We we’re the Cape crusaders…We were Justice..Going out at nights playing good cop bad cop…They were good times...”Looking at his hands and remembering to himself.”You were all good partners…you were all the best…but still it seemed to all be too much to you all.Dick..The robin who stuck with me even thru the bad times of me...I remember to last time we spoken...All you gave me was a good left hook…That knocked me on my ass, made me chuckle a little on the inside.”As Bruce walked further down and into a ware house..His eyes widened…as if he saw a Ghost...but all he saw was old memories.The jokers warehouse is what it once was..”I remember how strong you were…Tim I would never forget that night…you were on stakeout and you went to help a home...Goddammit Tim…If I was only …IF I JUST WAS QUICKER..I could of saved you …From the Dog the man of beast.The one who wanted to see the world burn…The joker…He took you Tim..He tortured you but you tried to be strong…but he transformed you….you were never the same ….None of us were…we were just another part of his Joke…”
Bruce now leaving the warehouse...continuing to walk down the empty streets..he came across the police station and looks at it with a small frown.”Your father never really knew where you went at night…Oh Barbra.How strong and brave you were. You made me see the Brightside of being the Batman…I had loved you for years..We were great partners…but when the joker came to your apartment and shot you thru the back and paralyzing you…I knew you would never put the cape back on…yet you still wanted to help solve crimes …you made me proud and I will always love you.”
Walking down the sidewalk looking at the faces of innocent..How could one man save a city , a nation, how could he do so much yet it seemed like so little has been done. The wind blows, but they are no trees…the water runs but there is no life it seems…
“Remember who I am BATS!”..An oddly familiar voice boomed over the city and all Bruce could do was turn around and look in shock. Eyeing the figure up and down a man of about six foot and was skinny as a toothpick…but his face…his smile…the green shade of his hair as it hit the sun as Bruce looked up….It was the JOKER.
“I walk down the streets of Gotham...Hands in pocket, eyes looking at every point of the streets. I feel as if someone is watching me.”...An Old man walks down the streets lonesome, no one but himself.”I ask myself every morning and day, Is the life I have made? Was this my doing? Your just an Old fool Bruce….The joker was right…Life is nothing but a big joke and laughter.”Bruce walking down the streets of the city he once loved….An Old man…and lonesome man…but still a vengeful man. Looking up at the sky and wondering to himself of the times that once was.”We we’re the Cape crusaders…We were Justice..Going out at nights playing good cop bad cop…They were good times...”Looking at his hands and remembering to himself.”You were all good partners…you were all the best…but still it seemed to all be too much to you all.Dick..The robin who stuck with me even thru the bad times of me...I remember to last time we spoken...All you gave me was a good left hook…That knocked me on my ass, made me chuckle a little on the inside.”As Bruce walked further down and into a ware house..His eyes widened…as if he saw a Ghost...but all he saw was old memories.The jokers warehouse is what it once was..”I remember how strong you were…Tim I would never forget that night…you were on stakeout and you went to help a home...Goddammit Tim…If I was only …IF I JUST WAS QUICKER..I could of saved you …From the Dog the man of beast.The one who wanted to see the world burn…The joker…He took you Tim..He tortured you but you tried to be strong…but he transformed you….you were never the same ….None of us were…we were just another part of his Joke…”
Bruce now leaving the warehouse...continuing to walk down the empty streets..he came across the police station and looks at it with a small frown.”Your father never really knew where you went at night…Oh Barbra.How strong and brave you were. You made me see the Brightside of being the Batman…I had loved you for years..We were great partners…but when the joker came to your apartment and shot you thru the back and paralyzing you…I knew you would never put the cape back on…yet you still wanted to help solve crimes …you made me proud and I will always love you.”
Walking down the sidewalk looking at the faces of innocent..How could one man save a city , a nation, how could he do so much yet it seemed like so little has been done. The wind blows, but they are no trees…the water runs but there is no life it seems…
“Remember who I am BATS!”..An oddly familiar voice boomed over the city and all Bruce could do was turn around and look in shock. Eyeing the figure up and down a man of about six foot and was skinny as a toothpick…but his face…his smile…the green shade of his hair as it hit the sun as Bruce looked up….It was the JOKER.