Post by Nightwing on Feb 16, 2013 17:00:20 GMT -5
I make my way through the maze that is the entrance to the "Batcave". The old man had no shortage of paranoia. It made him who he was, and now it's going to have to define me as well. The moment I actually step through its entrance the skylights, defense measures, and Gotham surveillance systems begin to buzz and whirr with a familiarity that I had never felt before. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I always knew I was going to take over for the old man someday. I didn't think it would be this soon, but who was I kidding? When you live like us your life expectancy is dramatically crippled. Honestly Bruce Is lucky paralysis was the worst to happen too him.
Lost in thought, I came across Bruce's display of my original costume. I doubt Tim would have had the legs to pull that suit off. What the hell was I thinking wearing that in public. No wonder I got kidnapped so much. That outfit was just asking for it. Tim don't know how good he's got it. I shouldn't really say that. He's going through some tough shit right now. I wish there was something I could do for his dad, but disease is outta my jurisdiction. I hope he knows that I would fight Satan himself if I thought it would save him or his dad from their suffering.
Further down the line of costume displays is Bruce's original suit, in all it's blue and grey glory. Although Alfred took good care of it and even repaired much of its damage, the training I got from Bruce makes those battle scars hard too miss. I have too believe he had no idea what he was getting himself into then. I know I didn't when I strapped on the red, yellow and green. It's all so surreal when I look back on it, and now all too real. I hope Tim's up to it. It's a different game then when I started. The rogues gallery isn't just committing grand larceny anymore. We are now targets. I wonder If Bruce knew that be the case or if he just adapted to the situation.
And finally the piece de resistance the suit Bruce wore to his most recent battle. The suit will need some repairs, but more importantly modifications to fit myself and still keep the illusion that Batman was never "broken". Bruce was a much larger man then me. That was how the dynamic duo worked though. I was always the nimble distraction while Bruce brought the muscle. Not that I didn't bring it when I needed too, and I know Tim can as well. In all honesty he's potentially a much better detective then I will ever be.
Enough reminiscing. I've wasted enough time on it. I press the call button on the massive computers and inform Alfred of the alterations to be made on the next "Batsuit". Then I turn to my Robin.
"If you are going to make it out there you're going to have to make it out of here. I won't show you any mercy until you're outside these caves, and I would be sorely disappointed if you weren't to return the favor. Make no mistake out there. This is a war. You may be forced to make the ultimate sacrifice when we begin our campaign and I won't let you out there until I feel you're ready. That includes death. Just be grateful that I at least warned you first"
Lost in thought, I came across Bruce's display of my original costume. I doubt Tim would have had the legs to pull that suit off. What the hell was I thinking wearing that in public. No wonder I got kidnapped so much. That outfit was just asking for it. Tim don't know how good he's got it. I shouldn't really say that. He's going through some tough shit right now. I wish there was something I could do for his dad, but disease is outta my jurisdiction. I hope he knows that I would fight Satan himself if I thought it would save him or his dad from their suffering.
Further down the line of costume displays is Bruce's original suit, in all it's blue and grey glory. Although Alfred took good care of it and even repaired much of its damage, the training I got from Bruce makes those battle scars hard too miss. I have too believe he had no idea what he was getting himself into then. I know I didn't when I strapped on the red, yellow and green. It's all so surreal when I look back on it, and now all too real. I hope Tim's up to it. It's a different game then when I started. The rogues gallery isn't just committing grand larceny anymore. We are now targets. I wonder If Bruce knew that be the case or if he just adapted to the situation.
And finally the piece de resistance the suit Bruce wore to his most recent battle. The suit will need some repairs, but more importantly modifications to fit myself and still keep the illusion that Batman was never "broken". Bruce was a much larger man then me. That was how the dynamic duo worked though. I was always the nimble distraction while Bruce brought the muscle. Not that I didn't bring it when I needed too, and I know Tim can as well. In all honesty he's potentially a much better detective then I will ever be.
Enough reminiscing. I've wasted enough time on it. I press the call button on the massive computers and inform Alfred of the alterations to be made on the next "Batsuit". Then I turn to my Robin.
"If you are going to make it out there you're going to have to make it out of here. I won't show you any mercy until you're outside these caves, and I would be sorely disappointed if you weren't to return the favor. Make no mistake out there. This is a war. You may be forced to make the ultimate sacrifice when we begin our campaign and I won't let you out there until I feel you're ready. That includes death. Just be grateful that I at least warned you first"
