A cold night in Gotham. Bruce has returned to the manor, barely.
Alfred Jr. helps him take off his ablative suit, servo's slightly whining as they disconnect the power supply. Alfred slowly lowers Bruce into his command chair and begins to mend his wounds, no sounds from the master as he leans back. A single tear forms in Bruce's eye, slowly rolling down his cheek, causing Alfred to look up. Their eyes meet for a second and Alfred goes back to stitching ...
Dawn is coming as Bruce stands behind a Gargoyle atop Wayne Corp's head office. He leans over and looks down towards the street below ... perhaps it is time, he thinks to himself. One last thing to do.
He leaps out, the fabric of his older costume a welcome friend as his batarang races out and circles around the flagpole across from him, two stories down. The rope goes taut, the wind wiping into his face as his muscles strain, his arms and shoulders groaning with a welcome old pain, he swings and arcs across the street, swinging out over the rooftops below, his arm reaching behind him for the arrow gun ...
Standing above the cursed alley where he was born, he looks down one last time. He lowers himself down and stands in the shadow of the marquee, carefully preserved by Wayne Corp. secretly. He places the last rose on the place that created him, the shadows thick with the memories of his parents, his companions and so many enemies.
He knows it is time. He takes off the mask and lays it beside the rose. He looks up as the sun begins to shine over the rooftops, dawn finally breaking open on Gotham. He slowly begins to walk to the end of the Alley where the Armoured limo quietly waits.
"Home Alfred," he says quietly, the last visions of the alley fresh in his mind as he closes his eyes, leaning his tired head back, eyes closed, the Dark Knights long journey ends.
Back in the alley, a shadow crosses the rose and mask, a man reaching down to lift it up carefully, reverantly. Tears fall on it, slowly at first ... then faster.
It was a quiet Ceremony, private as he would have wanted it. They all came. Every one to pay their respects. Friends, family and those who knew him best.