Chapter 1.
-Calm down.
Thomas Wayne looked at the nervous man with the gun, he looked at him with strong eyes.
-Don’t tell me to calm down? Rich fool? Im the one with the gun, so GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!
-Hey! We have a kid here! Martha talked. This isn’t a movie, you cant just point a gun at someone and expect money, this is “real life”.
“What the hell do you know about reality?
Right now you think Im a threat, and you act on that suspicion, I just want your money, then you can get the hell out of here, you are probably so rich you wont even notice its gone!”
The man’s eyes looked a little sad, and it seemed as if he wasn’t even aware of the gun he held pointing at them, and suddenly this became obvious because the man touched the trigger and a shot was fired.
No!
-Shut Up!
Martha died to, now only Bruce the man and Darkness was left. The man couldn’t kill a child so he ran.
That was so many years ago now, the rain was pouring down, all of them stood outside, most of them wold probably get sick from it. But it was a necessary step in the training.
-Hajimero!
They were all supposed to fight against one another, using what they had learned, not one of them was allowed to fight to violently. They had to remain in control over themselves even when tierd.
It was a pain, but It was training. Not any type of training, training that was hard to find, Bruce had all the money he would ever need, and he didn’t plan on spending it on fancy cars, he managed to locate one of the best martial arts place in the world, something he needed to learn.
Of course he wasn’t gonna spend much time there, he didn’t plan on becoming a pro, common criminals didn’t need you to have a black belt to defeat them.
Usually it was all about the game of minds. He didn’t need to seem like a fighter, to intimidate them, he needed to know enough fighting to defend himself and take his opponents out, without harming them too much.
He wasn’t going to use any guns, nor swords or sharp tools. He was going to “cheat” using tools of course, he was rich and planned on getting some sort of helpful gadgets…
But no guns, that was the rule.
The next idea was his “identity”. He couldn’t be himself while doing it, he couldn’t be Bruce Wayne, he had to hide this “secret career”.
And nobody would respect a typical rich boy like himself, he had to use some sort of mask that people could recognize but still be confused about as of “what” it was about.
When people wouldn’t know what it was about they would feel fear. And fear was good to have on your side in a game of minds.
People not following his rules would be afraid of an attack, people following his rule would feel safe knowing he was watching over them.
All fighters had different styles, and they used animals to describe it.
His gimmick was already decided, underneath the mansion were tunnels, unique for Gotham.
That would be his office, the secret one, with the money he had, he could probably afford the best technology there was, and the animals, well he wouldn’t harm them, he would become one of them.
He would become, “a Bat”.
Chapter 2.
After Bruce parents were gunned down, their butler, “Alfred Pennyworth” would become his new legal guardian. He would be a good parental figure, after a while he wouldn’t be afraid to lecture Bruce, it was healthy to have someone in the home, it was something Bruce didn’t appreciate at first, but eventually he would be forced to mature a lot thanks to him.
The only problem was that Bruce seemed to notice things Alfred didn’t. It was as if they saw different things, both of them dealt with his parents death in different ways.
Bruce didn’t have many friends, when people asked him why he never knew how to respond.
There was this guy that was called Thomas, just like his dad. He was always really nice towards Alfred for reasons Bruce couldn’t understand.
Bruce didn’t see his parents often, maybe there shared the loss of connection. But Thomas parents were not dead, they just didn’t seem to care about him, it was as if they never even tried to help him with anything.
Bruce didn’t get much help from Alfred, he didn’t need much and Alfred probably liked that he was responsible, but Thomas parents were different, it was as if life was never about him.
Thomas dad was a huge alcoholic, a huge drunk. He would try not to show that when Bruce was there though, but Bruce knew, he understood. And Thomas seemed to appreciate that, at some point Thomas had actually cried a little when Bruce had been there, why? He couldn’t say, things just seemed sad. His mom had comforted him, as if she understood, even though there was no “obvious” reason.
Did his dad beat him? Did he make him feel bad about himself? There was nothing to say to the police, nothing to do.
And Bruce just stood there seeing Thomas mom comforting him. “Hush Hush, don’t worry, its all gonna be ok, just dream of another place, another life, and all the pain will wash away”.
Bruce always had money, he knew that, he couldn’t spend it on whatever he wanted but it was there, “waiting” for him.
Alfred made sure that Bruce got therapy after the accident. It was very helpful, but in a way Bruce was never able to truly let go of the event.
Sometimes Bruce would worry and ask Bruce about it but then he wouldn’t want to talk about it, as if then Alfred was the one not letting go.
Alfred told Bruce that he seemed to have changed because of what happened, but Bruce had no idea what he was talking about.
It wasn’t until he became an adult, in his 20s that he began to seriously reflect on the world and realized that the event probably had changed him, but he didn’t think that was a good thing, because that would justify the killing, perhaps the killing was not something that could have been avoided, and perhaps the change was his way to deal with the loss.
But what became more and more interesting was the fact that nobody had intervened, sure people had reacted and he had gotten help, but not until “after” something had actually happened, that man had been arrested and put behind bars, his life was over, just like Bruce’s parents, not that he thought a lot about it.
He didn’t care much about “vengeance”. What would hurting that man really do?
But what he cared about was that probably, that man wouldn’t hurt anyone anymore, but he would forever be punished by what he did.
But someone else could easily do the same thing again, he could learn from the previous mans mistakes and make sure that he would get away with it as well.
For all Bruce knew, he could easily kill someone and get away with it. His money could make sure of that.
Who would stop him if he tried?
The police?
Crime had been escalating in Gotham for years, something needed to change, and Bruce was going to become that change.
Chapter 3
Life….
Is…..
So…..
Boring….
But the crowd was laughing anyway, as if going to a comedy club would somehow help them pretend life was durable.
The truth was simple, yet taunting. Life was meaningless, pointless; people were just random mash ups of experience’s and genes.
Not even realizing how controlled they were by society they would laugh, act and cry based on random events, like lab rats…
Being a comedian, Jack saw it as his personal quest to come up with witty things to say, so that the crowd could feel good, so that he would get paid, and with money “gain freedom”.
But as the years grew longer, the jokes became harder to accomplish. And Jack found himself looking in the mirror, asking himself,
“What am I doing with my life”?
He had no friends, no girlfriend, no famous career. He was practically a nobody, who would miss him if he one day decided not to show up?
Who would care?
So he simply decided to do something about that. He needed to get noticed, he needed people to respect him, not just laugh at him.
Of course ethical principles wasn’t going to matter, he didn’t go to church, why would he care?
It’s not like he was a killer or anything…he just wanted to get something special out of his life, he was going to maybe shoot one guy and then just carry on as if nothing had happened, he wasn’t a bad person or anything…people loved him, nobody would suspect it.
It was “perfect”.
Perhaps there was sense of humor in it as well -”Sadism”.
Life was a big joke, killing people would make him feel good, why not? He was a Joker after all.
Gentlemen, Gotham city is a very dangerous place.
And what do people need in dangerous places?
They need weapons to protect themselves of course!
Dr. Jonathan Crane was standing inside a laboratory in front of business people, there to see his new product, hopefully to fund him and buy it.
But guns are hard to get these days, so what will people use instead of guns?
Well, I have the perfect solution, together with my partners I have managed to create a drug, a toxic venom that can effectively disarm your opponent, no combat skills required and if you panic well, you won’t die.
The thing the drug does to you, is create a sensation of “fear”. Alarming the opponent, making him “weak”, disoriented and defeated. The potential “intruder” could easily be paralyzed and his actions controlled.
-How do you propose people should use this, Crane? As Teargas? And how strong is it?
Well, the strength depends on the dose, there is of course a balance needed, too much and people will get scared if they accidently use it on themselves and too little and it won’t have the desired effect.
But with the correct type of “bottle”, I am sure these things will sell easily.
-Crane, Gotham City is a dangerous place as it is, your experimental drug is a weapon, nobody wants that in the streets, what if criminals gets there hands on it? Their lives would be even easier!?
The meeting was disappointing for Crane, all his work for nothing; it was as if those rich idiots had not respected the amount of time and effort he had put in to his work.
But they did make a good point, what if his work would get in to the wrong hands?
Well…maybe if they “did” get their hands on it, they would pay for it?
At least the mob would appreciate his work…
Yes, the mob would pay…
-Calm down.
Thomas Wayne looked at the nervous man with the gun, he looked at him with strong eyes.
-Don’t tell me to calm down? Rich fool? Im the one with the gun, so GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!
-Hey! We have a kid here! Martha talked. This isn’t a movie, you cant just point a gun at someone and expect money, this is “real life”.
“What the hell do you know about reality?
Right now you think Im a threat, and you act on that suspicion, I just want your money, then you can get the hell out of here, you are probably so rich you wont even notice its gone!”
The man’s eyes looked a little sad, and it seemed as if he wasn’t even aware of the gun he held pointing at them, and suddenly this became obvious because the man touched the trigger and a shot was fired.
No!
-Shut Up!
Martha died to, now only Bruce the man and Darkness was left. The man couldn’t kill a child so he ran.
That was so many years ago now, the rain was pouring down, all of them stood outside, most of them wold probably get sick from it. But it was a necessary step in the training.
-Hajimero!
They were all supposed to fight against one another, using what they had learned, not one of them was allowed to fight to violently. They had to remain in control over themselves even when tierd.
It was a pain, but It was training. Not any type of training, training that was hard to find, Bruce had all the money he would ever need, and he didn’t plan on spending it on fancy cars, he managed to locate one of the best martial arts place in the world, something he needed to learn.
Of course he wasn’t gonna spend much time there, he didn’t plan on becoming a pro, common criminals didn’t need you to have a black belt to defeat them.
Usually it was all about the game of minds. He didn’t need to seem like a fighter, to intimidate them, he needed to know enough fighting to defend himself and take his opponents out, without harming them too much.
He wasn’t going to use any guns, nor swords or sharp tools. He was going to “cheat” using tools of course, he was rich and planned on getting some sort of helpful gadgets…
But no guns, that was the rule.
The next idea was his “identity”. He couldn’t be himself while doing it, he couldn’t be Bruce Wayne, he had to hide this “secret career”.
And nobody would respect a typical rich boy like himself, he had to use some sort of mask that people could recognize but still be confused about as of “what” it was about.
When people wouldn’t know what it was about they would feel fear. And fear was good to have on your side in a game of minds.
People not following his rules would be afraid of an attack, people following his rule would feel safe knowing he was watching over them.
All fighters had different styles, and they used animals to describe it.
His gimmick was already decided, underneath the mansion were tunnels, unique for Gotham.
That would be his office, the secret one, with the money he had, he could probably afford the best technology there was, and the animals, well he wouldn’t harm them, he would become one of them.
He would become, “a Bat”.
Chapter 2.
After Bruce parents were gunned down, their butler, “Alfred Pennyworth” would become his new legal guardian. He would be a good parental figure, after a while he wouldn’t be afraid to lecture Bruce, it was healthy to have someone in the home, it was something Bruce didn’t appreciate at first, but eventually he would be forced to mature a lot thanks to him.
The only problem was that Bruce seemed to notice things Alfred didn’t. It was as if they saw different things, both of them dealt with his parents death in different ways.
Bruce didn’t have many friends, when people asked him why he never knew how to respond.
There was this guy that was called Thomas, just like his dad. He was always really nice towards Alfred for reasons Bruce couldn’t understand.
Bruce didn’t see his parents often, maybe there shared the loss of connection. But Thomas parents were not dead, they just didn’t seem to care about him, it was as if they never even tried to help him with anything.
Bruce didn’t get much help from Alfred, he didn’t need much and Alfred probably liked that he was responsible, but Thomas parents were different, it was as if life was never about him.
Thomas dad was a huge alcoholic, a huge drunk. He would try not to show that when Bruce was there though, but Bruce knew, he understood. And Thomas seemed to appreciate that, at some point Thomas had actually cried a little when Bruce had been there, why? He couldn’t say, things just seemed sad. His mom had comforted him, as if she understood, even though there was no “obvious” reason.
Did his dad beat him? Did he make him feel bad about himself? There was nothing to say to the police, nothing to do.
And Bruce just stood there seeing Thomas mom comforting him. “Hush Hush, don’t worry, its all gonna be ok, just dream of another place, another life, and all the pain will wash away”.
Bruce always had money, he knew that, he couldn’t spend it on whatever he wanted but it was there, “waiting” for him.
Alfred made sure that Bruce got therapy after the accident. It was very helpful, but in a way Bruce was never able to truly let go of the event.
Sometimes Bruce would worry and ask Bruce about it but then he wouldn’t want to talk about it, as if then Alfred was the one not letting go.
Alfred told Bruce that he seemed to have changed because of what happened, but Bruce had no idea what he was talking about.
It wasn’t until he became an adult, in his 20s that he began to seriously reflect on the world and realized that the event probably had changed him, but he didn’t think that was a good thing, because that would justify the killing, perhaps the killing was not something that could have been avoided, and perhaps the change was his way to deal with the loss.
But what became more and more interesting was the fact that nobody had intervened, sure people had reacted and he had gotten help, but not until “after” something had actually happened, that man had been arrested and put behind bars, his life was over, just like Bruce’s parents, not that he thought a lot about it.
He didn’t care much about “vengeance”. What would hurting that man really do?
But what he cared about was that probably, that man wouldn’t hurt anyone anymore, but he would forever be punished by what he did.
But someone else could easily do the same thing again, he could learn from the previous mans mistakes and make sure that he would get away with it as well.
For all Bruce knew, he could easily kill someone and get away with it. His money could make sure of that.
Who would stop him if he tried?
The police?
Crime had been escalating in Gotham for years, something needed to change, and Bruce was going to become that change.
Chapter 3
Life….
Is…..
So…..
Boring….
But the crowd was laughing anyway, as if going to a comedy club would somehow help them pretend life was durable.
The truth was simple, yet taunting. Life was meaningless, pointless; people were just random mash ups of experience’s and genes.
Not even realizing how controlled they were by society they would laugh, act and cry based on random events, like lab rats…
Being a comedian, Jack saw it as his personal quest to come up with witty things to say, so that the crowd could feel good, so that he would get paid, and with money “gain freedom”.
But as the years grew longer, the jokes became harder to accomplish. And Jack found himself looking in the mirror, asking himself,
“What am I doing with my life”?
He had no friends, no girlfriend, no famous career. He was practically a nobody, who would miss him if he one day decided not to show up?
Who would care?
So he simply decided to do something about that. He needed to get noticed, he needed people to respect him, not just laugh at him.
Of course ethical principles wasn’t going to matter, he didn’t go to church, why would he care?
It’s not like he was a killer or anything…he just wanted to get something special out of his life, he was going to maybe shoot one guy and then just carry on as if nothing had happened, he wasn’t a bad person or anything…people loved him, nobody would suspect it.
It was “perfect”.
Perhaps there was sense of humor in it as well -”Sadism”.
Life was a big joke, killing people would make him feel good, why not? He was a Joker after all.
Gentlemen, Gotham city is a very dangerous place.
And what do people need in dangerous places?
They need weapons to protect themselves of course!
Dr. Jonathan Crane was standing inside a laboratory in front of business people, there to see his new product, hopefully to fund him and buy it.
But guns are hard to get these days, so what will people use instead of guns?
Well, I have the perfect solution, together with my partners I have managed to create a drug, a toxic venom that can effectively disarm your opponent, no combat skills required and if you panic well, you won’t die.
The thing the drug does to you, is create a sensation of “fear”. Alarming the opponent, making him “weak”, disoriented and defeated. The potential “intruder” could easily be paralyzed and his actions controlled.
-How do you propose people should use this, Crane? As Teargas? And how strong is it?
Well, the strength depends on the dose, there is of course a balance needed, too much and people will get scared if they accidently use it on themselves and too little and it won’t have the desired effect.
But with the correct type of “bottle”, I am sure these things will sell easily.
-Crane, Gotham City is a dangerous place as it is, your experimental drug is a weapon, nobody wants that in the streets, what if criminals gets there hands on it? Their lives would be even easier!?
The meeting was disappointing for Crane, all his work for nothing; it was as if those rich idiots had not respected the amount of time and effort he had put in to his work.
But they did make a good point, what if his work would get in to the wrong hands?
Well…maybe if they “did” get their hands on it, they would pay for it?
At least the mob would appreciate his work…
Yes, the mob would pay…