sᴇʙ ʟᴀᴛɪғ | ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ ᴡᴀʏɴᴇ. (symbolizes) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-11-05 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | bryce tyler |
who. Bryce Tyler.
what. Visiting a familiar gravesite.
where. Gotham City.
when. Tuesday night.
Bryce Tyler knew this wasn't his place.
With all the recent paranormal activity, things had left him with a dry taste in his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he knew she was there. The sight of his mother, the quiet wailing sight, it was more than enough to shake him. She never interacted with him, personally, but he knew she was lingering there. He did all he could to ignore it, to get as much distance between himself and the apparition, but nothing worked. Not until it was all over.
Being here, now, it was less premeditated than it was an impulse. He could have been visiting hers — it had been a long time since he'd placed flowers there — but instead, something told him to come here. Perhaps it was Bruce; he didn't particularly care to tongue that sore. All that mattered was that he went.
Martha and Thomas Wayne.
He didn't know them. He never would. And yet, the lives of those two people lingered on with him. He felt something for them he could never put to words. Reincarnation had a funny way of doing that to a person — Especially when that person was the reincarnate of someone like Bruce Wayne.
Bryce pulled up without much of a sound. He'd taken a car from Bruce's garage out for a spin. No point in having all the cool toys if you never got to play with them every once in a while. The walk was familiar, but he knew he'd never taken it before. Step by step, the path led him to the headstone made for not one, but two. He took a knee, setting down the bouquet of flowers he'd picked up on his way over upon the neat patch of grass.
"You don't know me," Bryce spoke aloud, his voice quiet, but still, "but in another life, I was your son." He felt silly now, letting these events unfold the way they were. Something insisted he go on. He obliged.
"My name — my name is Bryce Tyler. Like Bruce, I can't say I had much of a childhood. I was hurt. I was hardened. We're not the same, but reincarnation doesn't really work that way, I guess." He laughed a short laugh. "I don't know why I'm here." His eyes fell over the words etched in stone.
"I guess you could say I'm trying to answer a few questions about myself." He swallowed, setting his jaw. "Why get them from a headstone in the middle of a fictitious city? Seemed like the right thing to do at the time." There was a beat. "Your son made a promise. A long, long time ago — he promised to avenge you both for what happened to you. He became something that gave a lot of people hope. Fear. But also hope. Hope that there was more than just fear out there. That there would always be someone willing to right the wrongs that no one else could."
Bryce looked at the flowers. Maybe he should have gone for another type. "I want to bring that same feeling to people. I want to invoke that fear; I want to invoke that hope. I want to become the weapon of justice that he was." He thought of his mother, of his father. Of the monsters he'd faced in his youth. There was too much pain in this world, too many people who looked forward to inflicting it.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is: I'm here to uphold that promise." He licked between his lips, nodding his head shortly. "The vow he made won't go untouched." He clenched his fist. Unclenched. His nostrils flared.
"Your son helped me through a lot of hard times. I feel like I owe him for that. I feel like I owe you. I want to help keep this city safe. I want you both to know that no matter what happens — I will fight his fight." He was contented with this. His words were said.
He stood upright, kissing the pads of two fingers then pressing them to the cold stone. Bryce pulled his jacket around his neck. His shoulders shrugged against the wind. Without another word, he started for the car.
Before he could enter the driver's seat, a sound shot out overhead. A group of bats screeched and flew overhead, their silhouette on the sight of the sunset. He grinned to himself.
Yes, father.
I shall become a bat.