Gordon’s POV:
To this very day I am still shocked to the core from that day with the Batman, or should I say Bruce Wayne? I guess I always knew from the time we ran into each other on the day the Joker was at large, he seemed too clueless to be real. But I’ve got to give the guy some credit, he has been saving the innocent lives of Gotham’s citizens for years no matter where he went, we always came back…until now. Now Gotham seems to have woken up since the ‘death’ of the Batman and realised how much more of a man he was than all of us put together. that’s all he was, flesh and blood who would normally be ignored, but Bruce changed everything about himself for us, to become a symbol of hope and justice.
As I got into my car, leaving the ‘ceremony of peace’ I noticed a new graffiti sign along the alleyway. It seemed to have the bat symbol along with…a bird maybe?
I’m sure I’ve seen that symbol before…
“Okay, Gordon. I want you to draw this symbol on the wall with chalk so we know our station points of the moving van that carries the bomb so we can track it later…”
The voice of John Blake swirled into my mind from the troublesome memory of the very few of us planning to save the city without batman, that in my opinion, would have never actually worked. I guess this symbol is meant for something I don’t know. Not yet anyway.
John’s POV:
I turned the TV off. I didn’t want to hear about the loss of a man who had given me so much. Bruce gave his own house away to the orphanage in his will, its like he knew it would happen…but I guess he had to have a plan when he passed since he lived such a dangerous lifestyle. When my life went to hell and I was old enough to leave the orphanage, I trained to be in the police force trying to improve the lives of the fearful. But no matter how much authority you had, it never made a difference to the criminals. I keep getting sudden urges to do what Bruce did… maybe I could be Gotham’s new ‘hero.’ No, what am I thinking? I must just be emotional. But I have no excuse for painting those symbols on the alleyway wall, I had a sudden inspiration but now it just seems childish. But only one this is for certain, anybody can be a hero…even me.
Bruce’s POV:
Since the whole Bane incident and when we won, Salina and I decided to move to London here in England, but we always keep the American news on just to make sure everything is okay. With the amount of money I still have and Salina, now not having a criminal record anymore, our new life together is gradually getting better. We have done everything that a normal couple does in their early life together, except in the foundations we chose to pick an area which is very known for the bats that nest somewhere near the grounds. Our estate agent was rather confused and asked why we chose such a place, but all I answered was “I prefer to live in fear” she kept giving us both odd looks from then but I didn’t care. To be perfectly honest its quite funny. Salina threw me her secret amused stare, she was biting her lips from laughing; god she is so important to me. I couldn’t loose her. I fell like this is the start of a new life for me…for us.
John’s POV:
The one thing that did shake me was how quiet Bruce kept this awesome Bat cave full of gadgets. What Bruce also left me was a decent amount of his shares in Wayne Enterprises. I started joking in my mind thinking how mad the money could drive me “Maybe ill get some armour along with my undetectable weapons” I laughed.
I heard a low muffle across the cave “master Bruce was gone for a fair amount of years. And when he returned he had this sudden desperation to become a symbol of justice and protection for the people of Gotham. He chose to be a bat because that was what he feared, so he overcame his fear and used it against the wrong do’ers. But what draws you in master Blake?” as he spoke, he slowly paced towards a black desktop and pressed a few buttons that lit up at his touch. that’s when I got speechless:
As I stood with my mouth open, multiple large containers lifted from the ground, but one in particular caught my eye. Slowly a glass container presenting the suit of armour of ‘The Batman’ surrounded by small weapons that would fit snug in his belt. Lights were illuminating the suit proudly. I was waiting for it to come to life in front of my eyes but it carried on collecting dust.
“To be perfectly honest Alfred I really have no idea. There’s just something about the whole vigilante thing that seems…intriguing” I sigh shaking my head. Why is this so confusing? I can’t be Gotham’s next supper hero, I just cant!
From when I was small, my family and I was a huge part in the circus. Yes we were carnies, but proud ones. All our close friends were apart of this and it all felt like home. At the age of 5 I got trained to do the dangerous stunts with my father for when I grew up, like; motor bike jumps (even with the whole ring of fire), dives and marshal arts. It was all great until my whole family got murdered by a fire while performing their stunts. I was about 16 when this happened so I was in a pretty bad place afterwards; I got sent to an all boy orphanage. After school days I went to the local library and went on the computers then looked up everything a knew about the man who did this do me, to my family. And after a few months all I found out was this:
* He lived in Russia for 5 years and took a number of self defence and weapon handling classes. He also was apart of a science department for the Russian government in human development. He experimented on chimps and they all ended up…disorientated. The chimps defensive systems became stronger and their intelligence went up about 100%. But They all had to be killed because their violent levels became to much for them to handle, they even started extreme self harm .The last record of ‘him’ being anywhere after that incident was the night of my families death in the scorching fire. I just saw him standing there watching the horror up rise before us. Before he left, he evilly smiled at me and called “Why so serious?” and gathered a fit of laughter that was so inhuman.
“Well…there’s always room for more members” Alfred said bringing me back to reality. I wiped a tear from my right eye.
“Members? Members for wha- you’ve got to be joking. Me?” I laugh out loud knowing how silly this all is. Alfred slowly approached me from the black desktop and placed his hand on my shoulder then glared into my eyes.
“you can be the next generation of justice. Show people that’s even a young man like you can help, and it wasn’t just a one time thing-” okay this is going too far
“Just stop- stop. What if everyone thinks I’m a phoney or I make a huge mistake?”
I stressed.
His face softened “Why do we fall…? so we can learn to pick ourselves back up”
I stepped out of his grasp and closed my eyes and sighed deeply. Maybe I could be the new face of Gotham. I’ll try.
“okay. What are you waiting for? I need armour”
we both laughed together, but I noticed the happiness from him now. He wanted me to do this, this is my destiny.
