When my grandfather, Bruce Wayne the first started as Batman he wore two pistols in underarm holsters, he never used them as his philosophy was never kill. When my father became the Batman he followed the same principles. Guess that discipline skipped a generation. I geared up, and got the pistols and headed out. My target: Harvey Dent, two face. I snuck in to his penthouse office where he was sitting, admiring the view of the window wall opposite the door. I walked right up to the desk. "You wear those pistols as a bluff piece, just like your grandfather Wayne" he said without turning around. then he turned, staring me straight in the eyes. "No, I don't" I unholstered one and pointed it at his forehead. "You won't use that, the principle of the Bat won't allow it" he said cocky. "Looks like the coin landed on you die Dent" I said as I pulled the trigger. Then I took the chair with his body in it, and pushed it put the window wall. " Say hi to the joker for me" I said
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the new Batman
General FictionSet forty years after the events of the Nolan Batman trilogy, The newest Batman is ready to fight crime and protect Gotham, only this time the "no kill" rule isn't followed.
