Murder at Wayne Manor

PROLOGUE

Before you start reading the story I just want to say that this is not my story. This story was written by LOTSloverCSS 

This story was written on a different website it is called BatmanWonderWoman.com so make sure to go to that website. It has a bunch of WonderBat stories, and only WonderBat related. 

I do not own anything, so all the credit goes to LOTSLOVERCSS

Make sure to stay for the whole story because this is one of my favorites stories. Trust me you are going to enjoy this. I will be posting a chapter once or twice a week (probably and most likely twice a week. lol) so stay tuned. 

Enjoy the story!!

Wayne Manor, October 2nd, 06:02 EST

A roll of thunder echoes in the distance, but I barely hear it, hardly register the pelting rain against the house or the way that the howling wind sporadically rattles the windows. I can barely make my mind work, let alone care about anything else happening at that moment. A part of me is still locked in a state of utter shock; the other part of me feels completely frantic with an overpowering need to act.

Events of not only the last few hours but also the last few months repeatedly parade through my mind, all of them fighting for dominance over my emotions. My life has changed so much since the Thanagarian invasion, since I crashed the Watchtower, and in ways that I could not have even begun to imagine.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I find myself staring at the newspaper lying before me. Fresh off the presses. I don't even know how it got in the manor, but here it is staring back at me as if pointing an accusing finger. The headlines in bold red are splashed across the top, each word like needles to my heart. My vision momentarily blurs as I once again lose myself to the memories only to regain my focus on the headline before me.

Death at Wayne Manor

The words seem so inconceivable, so fantastic like something only found on the cover of an Agatha Christie novel. How could something like this have happened? What could I have done differently that could have warned me that this nightmare was going to invade my life like a vile plague?

Tomorrow night was going to be the night, the night that I told her and now I might never get the chance again. Why had it taken me so long to see what had been right before my eyes for the last two years?

A hand comes to rest on my shoulder and breaks me free from my tormented thoughts, the overpowering pull inside of me that demands that I do something. I turn my head slightly to my left in acknowledgement of his presence behind him, knowing who it is without looking.

"Bruce, I'm so sorry," Jim Gordon softly says to me. "We're doing our best to get all of this over with as quickly as possible, but I still need to go over a few things with you."

"I understand," I evenly reply, my throat dry despite that fact that I had been soaking wet just a few hours ago.

"I'm not going to drag you downtown but I still have to confirm some things."

I draw a ragged breath, releasing it slowly past my lips. I steel myself, clenching and unclenching my jaw as I draw upon the fury that surges through me. I can feel the man in me being suppressed as the darkness of the Bat takes over once more, like the moon eclipsing the sun.

"Go ahead, Jim."

The sound of my own voice is almost foreign to my ears, familiar and yet hollow, not Bruce Wayne, but not quite the deep rasp of the Batman either. I clear my throat in an effort to further pull myself together, but even I cannot deny the fact that I am completely rattled by what happened here last night.