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peektuttut) wrote2009-02-04 02:08 am
peektuttut) wrote2009-02-04 02:08 am
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all that ever mattered LEAVES US IN THE c o l d
Time shows us that all that ever mattered
All that ever mattered leaves us in the cold
If you ever believe this is what you need
It will spin around and shatter
Throw you to the floor
As it leaves us in the cold.
I don't know want to understand this. Bruce is dead, he's dead, and then there is this...place. This little internet nexus, this link between what I can only assume is the multiverse - the greater multiverse? - says he isn't. Or, that's what I thought. For maybe three seconds. But even those seconds hurt when it turned out that no, it wasn't Bruce - not my Bruce. Great, he's still alive out there, somewhere. But he has no idea who I am. I've still just - lost my father.
Gotham's still without a Batman. I still got the General's brother and sister killed. I'm still not the man I thought I'd be. I can't go back to how it was, not now. I finally got the respect I needed from my city. Finally figured out how to scare them - not like Batman did, no. In different ways. But I still feel like it won't be enough. Something's coming, I know it is. You get a sixth sense for this sort of thing, after a while, and my spidey sense is tingling. Peek tut tut.
Bruce would know what to do. He'd have something prepared for this feeling, for whatever ends up actually happening. He'd have three contingency plans in place. I have a guess. I don't know if that Robin signal Gordon replaced the bat signal with will be of much use for long; I don't know if the Boy Wonder can continue protecting Gotham this way. And I don't know if it everything I've built will shatter when I loo away.
Bruce is alive somwehere. I can't get that out of my head.
He's dead here. He's dead here, he's dead here, he's dead here.
Nearly half of his money, stocks, everything will be going to me. Most of the rest to Dick; he set aside a lot for Jason, and Cassandra, and Alfred. There were a few other stipends and stipulations...I'be seen the will. Sometimes....all the time, I wonder if he knew what was coming. Did he realize what was going to happen, when he first pulled Jet into his life? When he disappeared? I wonder how much he could have guessed before, how much he realized as it happened. I try to tell myself that he couldn't be so good as to have known it all; but he was Batman. Of course he was that good.
I just...don't know who will be Batman next.
(((OOC: Private; hackable if you message me.)))
All that ever mattered leaves us in the cold
If you ever believe this is what you need
It will spin around and shatter
Throw you to the floor
As it leaves us in the cold.
I don't know want to understand this. Bruce is dead, he's dead, and then there is this...place. This little internet nexus, this link between what I can only assume is the multiverse - the greater multiverse? - says he isn't. Or, that's what I thought. For maybe three seconds. But even those seconds hurt when it turned out that no, it wasn't Bruce - not my Bruce. Great, he's still alive out there, somewhere. But he has no idea who I am. I've still just - lost my father.
Gotham's still without a Batman. I still got the General's brother and sister killed. I'm still not the man I thought I'd be. I can't go back to how it was, not now. I finally got the respect I needed from my city. Finally figured out how to scare them - not like Batman did, no. In different ways. But I still feel like it won't be enough. Something's coming, I know it is. You get a sixth sense for this sort of thing, after a while, and my spidey sense is tingling. Peek tut tut.
Bruce would know what to do. He'd have something prepared for this feeling, for whatever ends up actually happening. He'd have three contingency plans in place. I have a guess. I don't know if that Robin signal Gordon replaced the bat signal with will be of much use for long; I don't know if the Boy Wonder can continue protecting Gotham this way. And I don't know if it everything I've built will shatter when I loo away.
Bruce is alive somwehere. I can't get that out of my head.
He's dead here. He's dead here, he's dead here, he's dead here.
Nearly half of his money, stocks, everything will be going to me. Most of the rest to Dick; he set aside a lot for Jason, and Cassandra, and Alfred. There were a few other stipends and stipulations...I'be seen the will. Sometimes....all the time, I wonder if he knew what was coming. Did he realize what was going to happen, when he first pulled Jet into his life? When he disappeared? I wonder how much he could have guessed before, how much he realized as it happened. I try to tell myself that he couldn't be so good as to have known it all; but he was Batman. Of course he was that good.
I just...don't know who will be Batman next.
(((OOC: Private; hackable if you message me.)))