Batman: The Knightmare of Gotham

A vague image of a boy nearly 10 years old standing infront of the giant gate of the Wayne Mansion, staring the outside world.

Some kind of noises including a couple of gunshots and men groaning were heard around. He could hear that someone running and the noise was getting closer.
A glimpse of a man running in a weird purple suit with a clown makeup on his face. The stranger stopped for a second and looked at the kid. He pointed the gun towards him and cocked it.

"Tik... " just a noise and he laughed hysterically. "HA....HA....HA..."

No it didn't fire...
"Master Bruce!.. "

Bruce couldn't turn away his look from the maniac stranger.
"Master Bruce...? !" Young Alfred Calls.
*****

Wayne's Mansion, Now.

"Master Bruce."
Continuing the call of Alfred from the dream, Bruce was still struggling to wake up from his nightmare.
The laugh was still ringing in his head and he saw two visions of the dead Jason and Clark....

He took a deep breathe breaking his vision and awake from his bed, sweating heavily.
"Oh Thank God, Master Bruce. Are you ok? I have been calling you for ages."

Bruce turned towards Alfred
"Its 7.30."
Alfred replied like he just read his mind.

Bruce went to washroom and stood infront of the mirror. He now got a more thicker grey facial hair. The scar gifted by Doomsday is still under his chest, on healing stage. He just touched over it, suddenly the glimpses of Dead Clark and Jason came again into his mind.

"What's new, Alfred? The world without Clark...Ahem.. Superman."
Bruce still maintaining his cold mode.

"Metropolis, is still mourning in the loss of Master Kent. The teenagers of Gotham and Metropolis have a plan today to gather as a tribute to their hero Superman."
Alfred updated the news.

"Where will it going to be? " Bruce enquired while shaving his beard.

"It's announced that the Mayor will also be present in the gathering and the venue is said to be Gotham High School. "

Bruce splashed the cold water into his face.

*****

The breakfast with his favorite Mulligatawny soup and Alfred was standing right next to him.

"And also Master Bruce, it was also known that after today's gathering Sergeant Gorden shall take leave from his duty for a couple of days. Since..."

"Since he found recently that his son got deep contacts with the drug peddlers of Gotham and even some from Metropolis and caught him having his weed. He decided to take him to a de addiction centre not in Gotham, but in Metropolis. "
Bruce completed what Alfred was meant to.

"Absolutely, Master Bruce. It's a poor thing happened to such a lawful soul like Sergeant Gordon. "
Alfred sympathised.

"I think it's been a long time I haven't met a friend."
Bruce finished his breakfast and went to the path towards the bat cave.

"I'm afraid I didn't understand whom you meant, Master Bruce."
******

Inside the Batcave.

Alfred saw Bruce was staring at the suit of Robin where it was written
"HA..HA..HA..JOKES ON YOU BATMAN.."

"Master Bruce, it's really a good time to get over with what happened." Alfred tried to convince, unsuccessfully.

"He was a kid, Alfred he was literally a kid and I couldn't save him. I ain't had a chance to see him for one last time."
Bruce slammed to the table with his all pain.
"And now Kent..."
Alfred noticed the crack on the table
"No, Master Bruce don't put yourself the blame. You tried your best for Master Todd and for Master Kent it was just unfortunate but it was the choice he made himself."