Bruce’s POV:
As I carried the bomb away from the great city of Gotham, many things ran through my mind; would the innocent citizens be blown to ashes by the one and only daughter of Ra’s al Ghul who is now apart of the city’s past? Would I make it in time?
I only have 30 seconds left and I can see the coast line, I gather speed causing my eyesight to blur furiously; buildings beginning to fade in height. This is it, the time of truth. The time I will finally find out if all my plans and planning will be worth it.
“Bruce…why do we fall?”
Hearing my father’s words echo into my ears, I thrust my hands into the dashboard and did what was necessary.
“so we can learn how to get back up” I answer my father with a single tear escaping my eye. I’ll make you proud father…no criminal shall use fear as an element of control anymore…
2 months later…
“…Batman has changed the lives of many in this fine city and I dare say everywhere who know of him. From this beautiful and memorable sculpture we now have a symbol to represent. He wasn’t just a vigilante in a costume…he was a protector”
a uproar of applause followed as commissioner James Gordon left the stage. The scene went back to the early news studio where a blonde woman in her late 30’s had a smile plastered on her face;
“In other news, there is still no knowledge of the location of Bruce Wayne’s body. Biologist who examined the body of the notorious ‘Bane’ found trances of blood which belonged to Mr Wayne. From the theories, it is believable that he was murdered by Bane in order to control the profits of Wayne Enterprises, but nobody is fully certain at the moment…”
I then tuned out the mumblings of the news reporter. So they thought I had been murdered by Bane; its funny how blind people can be when the truth is right in front of them. Its quite humorous, but I guess I’m grateful the only people who know who I really am are so trust worthy.
“I know its hard” Selina whispered to me, putting her hand over mine. I took hers and kiss it lightly.
“its just strange knowing that Gotham doesn’t need me anymore, doesn’t need batman” I sigh deeply. What if this, being normal, thing is actually better? What if I'm just over reacting? But no matter how much I try, I am and always will be Batman.
Salina’s POV:
Since the age of 17 I have used my skill set for thieving from the rich who are obsessed with possessing ultimate power and money, but not for my personal gain, but for the balance of economy. As me and my best friend were seriously unfortunate, we spent nights planning our future trying to mend the path for us. When we got into the pattern of our new lifestyle, I had a criminal record for multiple jewel thieving’s, so we had to move around quite a lot. that’s when I got the nickname ’Catwoman’ I guess that’s what got me wearing those cute black ears. But from there where it went to hell, cops were searching for me and watching closely on any suspicious behaviour. During years later, passing through coffee shops or the malls, I started to hear mumbles of some ’Batman’ guy who dressed up in a bat costume and rode unrecognisable vehicles. That’s when we moved to Gotham city. We got a small apartment, but we didn’t really ’settle in’ I had the sense that something was happening that wasn’t normal. Like we were all being watched and monitored. From the information I gathered, something was happening in the foundations under Gotham city, so I went to check it out and turned out that a huge muscled man named Bane with some sort of metal mask clamped onto his face attached by various tubes was in charge of this whole operation ‘destroy Gotham’ plan. Instead of killing me, he offered me a deal and I took it without hesitation. I just needed the money. So I collected Mr Wayne’s prints along with some lovely pearls which happened to be his mothers…
But now its different. Bane is dead, Gotham is mending the wounds and recovering and now every citizen knows how honourable the Batman was to them all, how much they meant to him.
“If only the Catwoman could be your sidekick again” I smiled up at him.
He chuckled roughly, taking my chin up with his index finger and kissed me.
“Hmmm” he mumbled.
I pulled away “What’s the matter. Cat got your tongue?”
