Lost Identity

Is it a dream?

(Disclaimer: Most of the characters in this story belong to Dc comics leaving the new introductions.)

“The car drifted off the bridge as the lady inside the car screamed for her life. The bat jumped off the top of the truck straight down to the car that was falling. He managed to take the lady out of the car before it crashed down and he hooked his grappling hook to the mountain. He held the lady in his arms and slowly landed on the ground.” I read from the comic I was holding in my hands. I looked at my friends with a broad smile and I wasn’t surprised to see the same look on their faces.

“Man, Batman is so cool. I wish I had his gadgets. Right, Will. ” Ben said and looked at me and I nodded.

“Yeah, he has everything. He is rich, he fights the villains, he is the most intelligent person and he gets to do anything he wants. He is my favourite hero.” I said and flipped to the next page as I wanted to find out if he was able to catch the bad guy. “I want to be like him when I grow up.” 

I haven’t forgotten the spark I had in my eyes reading those comics and thinking how great it would be if I was the hero ‘Batman’ The Dark Knight. However, that spark was lost when I crossed my teen years of foolishness. Now I knew that money was everything, even the key to happiness. I started working at a company where I just had to type the things in the computer and enter some data then go back home and play some video games before closing the door to my bedroom and watching Netflix till I drifted off to sleep. Life is really hard after all, I knew it now and so did my friends whom I hadn’t seen since high school. Still, I always felt that they were doing better than I was. What if I was rich? No point in asking that because I’m not rich and thinking that won’t help me. Well, it helped me gain self-pity so that was a plus point.

 I laughed at myself as it was funny and turned to stare at the roof I said, “What have life come to? Can’t I just go back and be a kid again. I didn’t have as much fun as a kid as I should have.”

Yes, my parents always used to say if I study a lot then I’ll have a better life and I could relax and do anything I wanted. That was a clean lie. I live in a small house alone, my parents died a year ago and I didn’t feel anything. They were going to die of old age so it was natural, plus I wasn’t emotionally attached to them. I wish I could just do whatever I wanted. I took some pills to reduce my stress.

I picked my phone up from the table and started to stare at the wallpaper after unlocking the screen. It was a man standing on the highs of the sky, looking down at the city, wearing a cap. “I should just watch the movies.” I said as I sat up. I put on the Batman movies and watched them till I fell asleep.  

The night was dark and the clouds were thundering, a storm was on its way. The lighting hit his house but he wasn’t going to wake up from his sleep. It was the only good thing he had, plus it was 2 am so he needed as much sleep as he could get not even a nuclear attack was going to wake him up.

The next day, a man walked into the wide room with a balcony on the right of the room. The man was dressed as a butler, holding a tray. He placed it on the small glass table, uncovering the cookies which rested beside the tea and accompanied by sugar cubes in a cup. The butler walked next to the bed and called to the man sleeping peacefully, “Master Bruce, it’s time for your morning tea.”

The body didn’t move. He was lying on the bed as if he was dead, no amount of screaming will help. The butler walked back to the table and added two sugar cubes into the tea, steering it up well. “Master Bruce. The tea will get cold.” The butler called again.

“Let me sleep, mummy. I don’t even have school anymore.” I replied as I started to wake up finally.

Alfred looked shockingly at the man sleeping in front of him. His eyes had terror for a second and then sadness filled them. “Sorry, Bruce. You need more rest.” He said and walked out of the room with teary eyes.