Bruce Wayne (i_crusade) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-01-25 15:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce wayne, selina kyle, zz:status complete |
Ressurection (Selina)
Enigma may have been correct: Bruce Wayne might need a hobby.
There was The City Industries - the amalgamation of Wayne Technologies, Lex Corp, and others - but the place didn't have the same draw to it as it would have, had the City left Wayne Enterprises alone. There was something to be said about protecting the family's investment, but without Gotham... All of it just seemed like vanity.
It hadn't been too difficult to leave Wayne Manor behind (though it was very difficult to leave Alfred), to change clothes, change hangouts, change everything and fade into the City's background. He'd lived like this for years, now, watching everything from a distance. Batman was doing well. The City, with a few hiccups, was relatively safe. No one needed him.
That was all right. In fact, that was better than all right; it was good. That'd been the trouble with Gotham. The city had needed Batman. And it'd broken him. He'd lost so much, and he kept on going back for more -- because he knew he was strong enough. He knew he could continue to take it. And he knew that there was no one else who could.
The burden wasn't on his shoulders any longer, now. And it left him feeling... empty.
Bruce lounged in a rumpled heather t-shirt and a pair of faded black jeans, booted feet stretched out under the patio table in front of him. Every so often, he picked up the gently sweating whiskey glass from the tabletop and held it for a while. Sometimes he drank. The sun was out, the sky was bright blue, and it was a day just like any other in the City.
And he was just another citizen. Empty, like the rest of the blank faces here.