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I punch the bag. I kick the bag. I punch the bag. I execute a perfect spinning back kick. I punch the bag.
Training would be a hell of a lot easier if it wasn't for this damned cast!
Furious I punch the bag again. It comes off the chain and slams on the ground.
"Dammit!" I pull my glove off with my teeth and throw it on the ground.
"Master Bruce?"
"WHAT!!!" Alfred is startled, but quickly regains his composure. I sigh and shake my head. To say Alfred's earned his paycheck this last month is an understatement. For four weeks I've been moody. Ok, I've been pissed. I haven't been able to meditate or focus my mind. I can't train properly. I can't even risk fighting when I go on patrol to take out my aggressions on some thug. All I can do is make an appearance and scare them off. Let them know that Batman is still out there. Dick's had to pick up my slack.
And it's all because of him.
"What is it Alfred?"
"A call from Mr. Fox, sir. He wishes me to inform you that this week's board meeting had to be postponed for a few days. The recent storms on the west coast have prevented Mr. Earle from departing as scheduled."
I nod. "That's fine with me. I'm not in the mood for a meeting anyway."
"To say the least sir," Alfred says as he walks out of the room. I let him get away with it. He's right. All I see when I pound on the bag is his face. That damned pasty face and grin of pure evil.
The Joker.
He's been on the run for the last month. News reports says he even hijacked another plan and murdered the passengers. And I CAN'T FIND HIM!!! I slam my good hand down on the table in frustration, not caring if I break that one as well. All of my resources, my access into any number of national databases, my sources on the street, and I have nothing. The Joker is as good at hiding as I am.
Of course, I'm not the only one taking what happened on New Year's badly. Although he tries to hide it, I can tell Dick blames himself as well. I've seen doubt in his eyes when the Joker is mentioned, or the tragedy is mentioned on tv. He wonders if he had fought the Joker better, if he hadn't leaped before looking, that he couldn't have stopped him. But Dick shouldn't blame himself.
All the blame rests with me.
I had a chance to end this. I had the Joker in my hands. Beaten and bloody. It would have been so easy to end it right there. To keep hundreds of people from of horrible fate. I could have saved all those lives. Their deaths are on my hands. By killing the Joker, they would all have lived. And all it would have cost me is my soul.
Not for the first time, I think it would have been a fair price to pay.
I slip my robe on and head upstairs to the mansion. I'm don't feel like training. Haven't really felt like it in a long time. I know these are the classic early signs of a depression. I know I should talk to someone. Alfred's even tried suggesting it in a way that wouldn't make me lose my temper. Again. But who can I possibly talk to? I can't lay this on Dick's shoulders. Kent? Garrick? Stark? The thought almost makes me laugh.
Upstairs I start to walk towards one of the main rooms. The news will be on soon, and I've been keeping up with a recent story. There's been an apparent rise in mob activity lately. The police don't know the cause, but I can guess. I haven't been out there to keep them in check. Just another thing to blame myself for.
Just as I step into the room, I hear the doorbell ring. "What the hell?" I say to myself. I'm not just wondering who could be at the door. I'm wondering how the hell they got to it since they have to be let in at the main gate.
"Alfred?" I call out.
"I'll get it, sir," I hear him reply.
I sigh. "No need. I'm right here." I walk up to the door and press down on the handle. It creeks open.
The sight I see stuns me. It's absolutely the last person I expected to see.
"Elektra?!"
"Hi Bruce."
Training would be a hell of a lot easier if it wasn't for this damned cast!
Furious I punch the bag again. It comes off the chain and slams on the ground.
"Dammit!" I pull my glove off with my teeth and throw it on the ground.
"Master Bruce?"
"WHAT!!!" Alfred is startled, but quickly regains his composure. I sigh and shake my head. To say Alfred's earned his paycheck this last month is an understatement. For four weeks I've been moody. Ok, I've been pissed. I haven't been able to meditate or focus my mind. I can't train properly. I can't even risk fighting when I go on patrol to take out my aggressions on some thug. All I can do is make an appearance and scare them off. Let them know that Batman is still out there. Dick's had to pick up my slack.
And it's all because of him.
"What is it Alfred?"
"A call from Mr. Fox, sir. He wishes me to inform you that this week's board meeting had to be postponed for a few days. The recent storms on the west coast have prevented Mr. Earle from departing as scheduled."
I nod. "That's fine with me. I'm not in the mood for a meeting anyway."
"To say the least sir," Alfred says as he walks out of the room. I let him get away with it. He's right. All I see when I pound on the bag is his face. That damned pasty face and grin of pure evil.
The Joker.
He's been on the run for the last month. News reports says he even hijacked another plan and murdered the passengers. And I CAN'T FIND HIM!!! I slam my good hand down on the table in frustration, not caring if I break that one as well. All of my resources, my access into any number of national databases, my sources on the street, and I have nothing. The Joker is as good at hiding as I am.
Of course, I'm not the only one taking what happened on New Year's badly. Although he tries to hide it, I can tell Dick blames himself as well. I've seen doubt in his eyes when the Joker is mentioned, or the tragedy is mentioned on tv. He wonders if he had fought the Joker better, if he hadn't leaped before looking, that he couldn't have stopped him. But Dick shouldn't blame himself.
All the blame rests with me.
I had a chance to end this. I had the Joker in my hands. Beaten and bloody. It would have been so easy to end it right there. To keep hundreds of people from of horrible fate. I could have saved all those lives. Their deaths are on my hands. By killing the Joker, they would all have lived. And all it would have cost me is my soul.
Not for the first time, I think it would have been a fair price to pay.
I slip my robe on and head upstairs to the mansion. I'm don't feel like training. Haven't really felt like it in a long time. I know these are the classic early signs of a depression. I know I should talk to someone. Alfred's even tried suggesting it in a way that wouldn't make me lose my temper. Again. But who can I possibly talk to? I can't lay this on Dick's shoulders. Kent? Garrick? Stark? The thought almost makes me laugh.
Upstairs I start to walk towards one of the main rooms. The news will be on soon, and I've been keeping up with a recent story. There's been an apparent rise in mob activity lately. The police don't know the cause, but I can guess. I haven't been out there to keep them in check. Just another thing to blame myself for.
Just as I step into the room, I hear the doorbell ring. "What the hell?" I say to myself. I'm not just wondering who could be at the door. I'm wondering how the hell they got to it since they have to be let in at the main gate.
"Alfred?" I call out.
"I'll get it, sir," I hear him reply.
I sigh. "No need. I'm right here." I walk up to the door and press down on the handle. It creeks open.
The sight I see stuns me. It's absolutely the last person I expected to see.
"Elektra?!"
"Hi Bruce."
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