Post by Batman on Jun 22, 2006 14:23:01 GMT -5
He didn't want to do it.
Not one part of Batman's being, even the side that still reflected the soul of Bruce Wayne, wanted to do this for even a minute. It was nerve racking, unessacary, stupid, and beyond that, He knew exactly what he could possibly be walking into.
Yet, somehow, Batman found himself perched upon the building across from her home.
He had... loved her, once. A long time ago. She loved who he was. But history had a way of disrupting and corrupting continuations of happiness.
This was a buisness deal. For the good of Gotham. He had to keep telling himself that just to make it through this. They hadn't seen eachother for months, but he needed her help. The Riddler could not be let go onto the streets of Gotham again.
Throwing out the line, Batman swung to her balcony. It was late. Far too late for anyone other than him to be staying up, so he had a feeling she'd be asleep. Why disrupt her? There was nothing should could do until the morning hours anyway...
Nevertheless, Batman entered. Without so much as a knock. He felt guilty for doing it, but then again, he felt guilty for alot of things. Not going back with her. Staying in New York. Abadoning Gotham City entirely. Letting The Riddler kidnap and harm innocents, including Parker. A break in didn't nessacarily throw him off balance...
Looking around, Batman observed the small, dark... empty, for the most part, home. Remnants of a life he used to be apart of. ...No. Remnants of a life Bruce Wayne used to be apart of.
Batman took the envelope from his belt, and placed it on the kitchen counter. Inside it contained a tape recording of The Riddler's confrontation, and his threat inside the bar of the Ritz. He owned the building, so it was natural that he kept tabs on it. But it was enough to get the point across. Inside it laid a note, stating...
Killer Calling Himself 'Riddler'. Subdued, Ready To Be Prosecuted. You're Taking The Case. All Of What You Need Is Inside.
Taking out a Batarang, Batman placed it ontop of the envelope, signifying who it was from.
And that was it. That was all that needed to be done. He didn't have to wake her, talk to her... anything. Just supply her with what she needed. Turning, Batman paused. What was he doing? He was being a coward, that was what he was doing. He had to face her eventually. Why later rather than sooner? What was the point of hiding?
Batman turned to the bedroom door. Naturally where she'd be. He took a step towards it, paused, reconsidered, and continued for it. Confliction was entering his mind. She was his friend... He didn't need to feel so... strange, around her.
Opening the door, a little, He looked in, seeing her on the bed. She hadn't even had time to change, she was so overworked. Batman opened his mouth. But nothing came out. What could he say? "Hey, Rachel. Sorry I left. But I have something for you to do. I'm sure you can just mark off the entire last part of the year."? Batman's head hung. There was nothing. He just had to accept that.
"I'm sorry.", Batman whispered... Mostly to himself, but with a little hope she would hear it somewhere in her dreams. And then he was off. Rushing to the window, out to the balcony, and leaping, Batman swung back out, as the sun rose over Gotham.
Tommorow was a new day. The day a killer would be brought to justice. And the day that Gotham would know... He was watching over them again.
Not one part of Batman's being, even the side that still reflected the soul of Bruce Wayne, wanted to do this for even a minute. It was nerve racking, unessacary, stupid, and beyond that, He knew exactly what he could possibly be walking into.
Yet, somehow, Batman found himself perched upon the building across from her home.
He had... loved her, once. A long time ago. She loved who he was. But history had a way of disrupting and corrupting continuations of happiness.
This was a buisness deal. For the good of Gotham. He had to keep telling himself that just to make it through this. They hadn't seen eachother for months, but he needed her help. The Riddler could not be let go onto the streets of Gotham again.
Throwing out the line, Batman swung to her balcony. It was late. Far too late for anyone other than him to be staying up, so he had a feeling she'd be asleep. Why disrupt her? There was nothing should could do until the morning hours anyway...
Nevertheless, Batman entered. Without so much as a knock. He felt guilty for doing it, but then again, he felt guilty for alot of things. Not going back with her. Staying in New York. Abadoning Gotham City entirely. Letting The Riddler kidnap and harm innocents, including Parker. A break in didn't nessacarily throw him off balance...
Looking around, Batman observed the small, dark... empty, for the most part, home. Remnants of a life he used to be apart of. ...No. Remnants of a life Bruce Wayne used to be apart of.
Batman took the envelope from his belt, and placed it on the kitchen counter. Inside it contained a tape recording of The Riddler's confrontation, and his threat inside the bar of the Ritz. He owned the building, so it was natural that he kept tabs on it. But it was enough to get the point across. Inside it laid a note, stating...
Killer Calling Himself 'Riddler'. Subdued, Ready To Be Prosecuted. You're Taking The Case. All Of What You Need Is Inside.
Taking out a Batarang, Batman placed it ontop of the envelope, signifying who it was from.
And that was it. That was all that needed to be done. He didn't have to wake her, talk to her... anything. Just supply her with what she needed. Turning, Batman paused. What was he doing? He was being a coward, that was what he was doing. He had to face her eventually. Why later rather than sooner? What was the point of hiding?
Batman turned to the bedroom door. Naturally where she'd be. He took a step towards it, paused, reconsidered, and continued for it. Confliction was entering his mind. She was his friend... He didn't need to feel so... strange, around her.
Opening the door, a little, He looked in, seeing her on the bed. She hadn't even had time to change, she was so overworked. Batman opened his mouth. But nothing came out. What could he say? "Hey, Rachel. Sorry I left. But I have something for you to do. I'm sure you can just mark off the entire last part of the year."? Batman's head hung. There was nothing. He just had to accept that.
"I'm sorry.", Batman whispered... Mostly to himself, but with a little hope she would hear it somewhere in her dreams. And then he was off. Rushing to the window, out to the balcony, and leaping, Batman swung back out, as the sun rose over Gotham.
Tommorow was a new day. The day a killer would be brought to justice. And the day that Gotham would know... He was watching over them again.