Post by The Batman on Jun 6, 2012 18:58:03 GMT -5
He recalled falling after being shot down. There was a malfunction in his chute or something, but he couldn't recall what it was. Now everything was bright. He wasn't surrounded by the white he saw, he knew right away it was light.
I was falling......
He noticed he wasn't in his uniform, or anything else but at the same time he wasn't exposed. He took a step and he could see his bare foot but it was silhouetted in the same light that surrounded him. The ground had no feeling to it. He could feel nothing cool or warm about it. Nor was it hard or soft. It just....was.
The place seemed strangely familiar to him as if he'd been here before, but it was new at the same time. Everything contradicted here he thought.
Where am I?
Then he heard their voices, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Bruce?"
"Is that you, son?"
He was afraid to turn around as much as he wanted to. It couldn't be real. If it was.......
I'm dead? Is that them?
He turned around slowly and saw 2 lighted silhouettes. He could only see flashes of their faces, looking as they did that night. The faces were of the two he dedicated his life to. He felt his emotions overwhelm him as a tear fell down his cheek, still in disbelief.
"Is this....real? Mom? Dad?"
The one who he could feel was his mother embraced him tightly.
"It's real Bruce. I'm so sorry, but I am so happy to see my baby boy again. We're so proud of you. We've been with you the whole time, and we're together again."
His father grasped his shoulder proudly.
"Welcome home son. You're with us now. No more fighting."
Bruce hugged them both tightly sobbing.
"I have waited so long I...."
BLAM!
He felt the shockwave of the pistol and threw open his eyes. He saw laying on the ground of the alley his father, life spilling from him. Over his shoulder he hears his mother screaming and struggling with the robber, Joe Chill.
"Mom?"
The scene flashed and the bright light came back to him, his mother caressed his cheek in concern. As he felt sheer panic come over him.
"No.... not again."
"What is it darling?"
BLAM!!
He watched the scene melt as she fell to the ground lifeless.
"NO!!! I will not go back! I'm done!! You will not take them from me again!"
Whiteness gleamed but shimmered between the alley and light as he fell to his knees.
"Not again please......"
The light faded and it was black. Pitch black. Then he heard it. He was afraid to turn around. It couldn't be real. but if it was......
The slow taunting laughter started quietly mocking him in the darkness as it grew louder images flashed in his mind. Those who have died who he could not save, those he lost who were close, and those he fought. The laughter.....never stopped it pounded in his head.
He looked down and could see his leather clad fist.
"No....no......NO!"
He slammed his fist into the blackness red light erupted with each blow shattering like glass. It burned him completely through engulfing him in an inner fire and the laughing would not stop. Bruce screamed as he felt his mind slip.
"You took them from me again!!!"
The red washed away the blackness and enveloped Bruce and he screamed in agony as reality came slamming back into him and he knew where he was.
He erupted from the pit in a feral roar every fiber of his being on fire as life was renewed.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'S!!!!!!!!"
His body slammed onto the floor that served as the outer edge of the Lazarus Pit. Bruce could feel his eyes smoldering and smoking as he looked up focusing on the Demon's Head who appeared grim. An assistant tried to cover his bare exposure with a towel. Bruce's hand lashed up and snapped their neck. The thud of their body echoed in the chamber.
In a blink Bruce was on Ra's his hands around his throat, his voice a hiss of contempt for his enemy, teeth grit in a growl.
"You took them away from me again, Ra's. I should kill you for that but you would just rise again wouldn't you??"
He let out a low lengthy hiss as he tightened his grip.
"It wouldn't be worth it...."
Ra's said not a word and held off his guards but simply gazed at the detective.
Bruce's eyes narrowed as he released his hold and to many present would say he simply vanished into the shadows.
I was falling......
He noticed he wasn't in his uniform, or anything else but at the same time he wasn't exposed. He took a step and he could see his bare foot but it was silhouetted in the same light that surrounded him. The ground had no feeling to it. He could feel nothing cool or warm about it. Nor was it hard or soft. It just....was.
The place seemed strangely familiar to him as if he'd been here before, but it was new at the same time. Everything contradicted here he thought.
Where am I?
Then he heard their voices, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Bruce?"
"Is that you, son?"
He was afraid to turn around as much as he wanted to. It couldn't be real. If it was.......
I'm dead? Is that them?
He turned around slowly and saw 2 lighted silhouettes. He could only see flashes of their faces, looking as they did that night. The faces were of the two he dedicated his life to. He felt his emotions overwhelm him as a tear fell down his cheek, still in disbelief.
"Is this....real? Mom? Dad?"
The one who he could feel was his mother embraced him tightly.
"It's real Bruce. I'm so sorry, but I am so happy to see my baby boy again. We're so proud of you. We've been with you the whole time, and we're together again."
His father grasped his shoulder proudly.
"Welcome home son. You're with us now. No more fighting."
Bruce hugged them both tightly sobbing.
"I have waited so long I...."
BLAM!
He felt the shockwave of the pistol and threw open his eyes. He saw laying on the ground of the alley his father, life spilling from him. Over his shoulder he hears his mother screaming and struggling with the robber, Joe Chill.
"Mom?"
The scene flashed and the bright light came back to him, his mother caressed his cheek in concern. As he felt sheer panic come over him.
"No.... not again."
"What is it darling?"
BLAM!!
He watched the scene melt as she fell to the ground lifeless.
"NO!!! I will not go back! I'm done!! You will not take them from me again!"
Whiteness gleamed but shimmered between the alley and light as he fell to his knees.
"Not again please......"
The light faded and it was black. Pitch black. Then he heard it. He was afraid to turn around. It couldn't be real. but if it was......
The slow taunting laughter started quietly mocking him in the darkness as it grew louder images flashed in his mind. Those who have died who he could not save, those he lost who were close, and those he fought. The laughter.....never stopped it pounded in his head.
He looked down and could see his leather clad fist.
"No....no......NO!"
He slammed his fist into the blackness red light erupted with each blow shattering like glass. It burned him completely through engulfing him in an inner fire and the laughing would not stop. Bruce screamed as he felt his mind slip.
"You took them from me again!!!"
The red washed away the blackness and enveloped Bruce and he screamed in agony as reality came slamming back into him and he knew where he was.
He erupted from the pit in a feral roar every fiber of his being on fire as life was renewed.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'S!!!!!!!!"
His body slammed onto the floor that served as the outer edge of the Lazarus Pit. Bruce could feel his eyes smoldering and smoking as he looked up focusing on the Demon's Head who appeared grim. An assistant tried to cover his bare exposure with a towel. Bruce's hand lashed up and snapped their neck. The thud of their body echoed in the chamber.
In a blink Bruce was on Ra's his hands around his throat, his voice a hiss of contempt for his enemy, teeth grit in a growl.
"You took them away from me again, Ra's. I should kill you for that but you would just rise again wouldn't you??"
He let out a low lengthy hiss as he tightened his grip.
"It wouldn't be worth it...."
Ra's said not a word and held off his guards but simply gazed at the detective.
Bruce's eyes narrowed as he released his hold and to many present would say he simply vanished into the shadows.