sᴇʙ ʟᴀᴛɪғ | ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ ᴡᴀʏɴᴇ. (symbolizes) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-08-19 23:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !au, !plot week, bryce tyler, elliot knighton |
WHO. Bryce Tyler Batman and Elliot Knighton Catwoman.
WHERE. What remains of Gotham City.
WHEN. Long after the sun goes down.
WHAT. Do cats eat bats?
WARNINGS. TBA.
The world was gone.
In place was nothing short of a twisted version of Hell. The people had turned against them and the inevitability was almost palpable. Bruce never believed in coexistence like many tiredly hoped for. There were those with reincarnates and those without. There would never be a universe where the two could survive alongside the other, shoulders brushing shoulders on the street sides. It was a fool's dream and now, the fools had taken over.
The government was in the hands of the corrupt — those more corrupt than usual. They were on the run. Each and every one of them — unless they had sold their soul to those in charge — were left in a constant state of looking over their shoulder. They didn't have a choice. Of course, there was one thing Bruce Wayne did believe in: there was always a choice.
Bryce Tyler was different. Where Bruce was stoic and unpleasant, Bryce was alive and charming. That all changed when the war ended. When the world as he knew it was taken from underneath him. People were lost, friends he loved were taken — Jen, the girl he loved but never told, was gone somewhere he couldn't reach.
The only coexistence that came to Bryce was that of he and Bruce.
He stood high over Gotham, eyes watching the city down below with a stern emptiness. He didn't speak; his jaw was clenched too tight. There was not much to be said to the shadows as wind whipped his cape. Where once he had his two feet on hesitance, now managed to stand the Batman. Fully embraced and equipped with tools people like he shouldn't have, Bryce is a changed man.
It wasn't until he felt the air around him shift that he realized she was there. Of course she was there. History had a way of repeating itself. It was in this moment that he was reminded of the first time he stepped onto a rooftop — that night with Jen.
He didn't let it show; he didn't dwell. Instead, he lifted his chin, voice guttural, but worst of all — tired.
"You shouldn't be here."