Chapter #2

Takes time

Bruce Wayne walks into the cave, not wholly Batman and not entirely Bruce, something in between…like a copy of an incomplete file running amok in a computer…. He just couldn't piece himself together…. He felt …broken.

But the price of this masquerade was paid with blood, with the reputation of the Dark Knight, the one that used to be love and respected by the city has become a monster, a figment of an imagination turned into overdrive by the urban gossip…. But if they ever felt fear, now is the time…. The face of Gotham is no longer the weeping sound of a victim, but the hideous face that hides in the shadows and fuels the imagination of the wicked.

Like a dark Gargoyle he must stand… alone and in the shadows he must endure…. He is not a hero, he is a dark avenger…a Dark Knight.

The phone beep, Alfred is calling; he is probably going to tell me "I Told you so" but I don't really think so… I feel that's going to be one of those days….

I am so sorry that nothing will change the damage or pain caused to others…. Did I betray Lucius trust? Did I push so hard and cause this? Am I responsible of Harvey? Am I responsible for Rachel? Even if I tell myself I'm not…. My conscience is not so sure, the doubts will hunt for the rest of my days.

He sits and the computer lights up… he was trying to find a pattern among the ruckus of the city, the Joker almost had us, it's was impossible to foresee the outcome of this drama…. That's not entirely truth, Alfred tried to tell me but I didn't listen to him, now that I see myself in other light I found that I didn't listened to anyone….I was proud, and now I fall.

Sometimes the biggest burden is realizing that dreams lingered long after reality has hit you… Rachel is gone, blown to pieces but that murderous maniac…. Who would accept the conditions of the life I've chosen?

But the price has not only been met by me, but by Gordon who know lives on a lie that we created to keep the fragile hopes of a crumbling city, it was never more than a fool's dream…. But I gladly pay the price.

Work must be done, the outcry of the voices are still there…. Work must be done.