“Mother. Father. I haven't forgotten my vow.”
Bruce gently laid a flower on his mother's grave. A red rose, her favorite.
“It's time.”
He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. No more waiting, no more training and no more information gathering. He was ready.
|| Since it's not in my pinned, I just want to let you guys know that my Bruce isn't Batman yet. He will be though, I just want to write a few solos about him before he dons the cowl.
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His eyes narrowed, he was unable to hide his true emotions anymore. Whoever that was, he had just admitted to hitting Alfred, the man who raised him after he lost both of his parents. Bruce was angry.
“What do you want!?”
He asked, already getting into a fighting stance. +
He’s been in many battles seen all types of fighters, he could even feel the aura they gave off.
Bruce’s was similar the force he gave off was heavy and like a monster.
He won’t believe that this is just a hobby.
Bruce could barely hold back the urge to attack that man, but he needed answers before engaging in a fight with him. He wanted to know why he invaded his home and why he assaulted his butler.
His blue eyes carefully scanned the intruder... he had the physique and the +