The Batcave, Gotham City, February 18
No distractions. No fear. No mercy.
The bats, Bruce realized now, had been an omen. Not only did they reveal the cave under Wayne Manor in which he could do his work, but their sudden appearance that day had been a revelation. He knew how to make the superstitious and cowardly criminals of Gotham fear him.
The costume ideas came quickly. Making the costume was even faster.
In the dark of the cave, a mostly-costumed Bruce put on the finishing touches. The gloves. The belt. The cape. Only one thing remained. With his back to his beloved butler, Bruce held his hand out.
Alfred stepped forward silently and placed the cowl in his master's hand. He sincerely wished that it hadn't come to this, but he realized that there were no more options. Not for Bruce. Everything had changed, and Bruce was now fully committed.
Hidden in the shadows, Bruce held the cowl up to take one last look. In a moment's time it would cease to be a mere mask. It would be a symbol. It would be the face that would bring crime to its knees.
He bowed his head and pulled the cowl on. For his parents. For vengeance. For justice.
Suddenly and with great purpose, he turned. As Alfred looked upon Gotham City's Dark Knight for the first time, he recoiled and gasped, "My God."
The Batman was alive. The war had officially started. Criminals beware.
[OOC: This is the final Mask of the Phantasm flashback post, as well as probably being Bruce's last post in this journal as an alumnus of Fandom High. He will still show up for the graduation ceremony, though!
And then the Batman will be on the island oh so soon.....]
The bats, Bruce realized now, had been an omen. Not only did they reveal the cave under Wayne Manor in which he could do his work, but their sudden appearance that day had been a revelation. He knew how to make the superstitious and cowardly criminals of Gotham fear him.
The costume ideas came quickly. Making the costume was even faster.
In the dark of the cave, a mostly-costumed Bruce put on the finishing touches. The gloves. The belt. The cape. Only one thing remained. With his back to his beloved butler, Bruce held his hand out.
Alfred stepped forward silently and placed the cowl in his master's hand. He sincerely wished that it hadn't come to this, but he realized that there were no more options. Not for Bruce. Everything had changed, and Bruce was now fully committed.
Hidden in the shadows, Bruce held the cowl up to take one last look. In a moment's time it would cease to be a mere mask. It would be a symbol. It would be the face that would bring crime to its knees.
He bowed his head and pulled the cowl on. For his parents. For vengeance. For justice.
Suddenly and with great purpose, he turned. As Alfred looked upon Gotham City's Dark Knight for the first time, he recoiled and gasped, "My God."
The Batman was alive. The war had officially started. Criminals beware.
[OOC: This is the final Mask of the Phantasm flashback post, as well as probably being Bruce's last post in this journal as an alumnus of Fandom High. He will still show up for the graduation ceremony, though!
And then the Batman will be on the island oh so soon.....]