THE GODDAMN BATMAN

[Alli]

Bruce Wayne

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Batman
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in it's pain
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name;;Bruce Franklin Wayne
nickname;;Joker calls him Bats, Robin calls him the "Boss man", the women or gold diggers that he talks to at parties call him "Brucie". He hates it.
age;; 35
date of birth;; February 19th, 1975
gender;; Male
occupation;; Business man;Vigilante
sexualorienation;; Heterosexual
When I'm standing top the bright lit city[/size]
hair;; Black
eyes;; Blue
height;; 6'2
weight;; 175
build;; Muscular, but not like steroid-taking muscular. He's tall, and built. He exercises almost too much.
piercings;; none
tattoos;; none
style;; Bruce Wayne is stylish. He has the money to do so. He wears suits when dealing with business, flashier suits when at parties and on dates. However as Batman, he wears as many dark colors as he could. He needed to stick in the shadows, to strike FEAR in the heart of his enemies. The Batsuit suited well.
And I'll take your hand and pick you up[/size]
favorites;;
Chocolate
Magic
Night
The breakfast that Alfred makes
Gotham during the day
Women
His adoptive son, Dick Grayson
hates;;
Joker
The criminals in Gotham City
The chaos that Joker causes
Death
Crime
Batman
strengths;;
Intelligence
Strength
Wit
His allies
The fact that he has a looot of money.
weaknesses;;
His parents
His family
The fact that he refuses to kill.
The fact that he's human, when many of his enemies are not.
His emotions, anger, compassion, etc.
quirks/habits;;
Stays up until absurd hours of the night.
Paces when worried or can't figure something out.
Leaves the police radio on even when he's told to "take a break" or a "vacation".
Strengthens his legs by hanging upside down, like a bat.

goals/dreams;;
To live a life without Batman
Get rid of all crime in Gotham, and other cities
To make sure that Dick has a normal life, so he doesn't see Robin as something he must ALWAYS do.
overall personality;;
Batman is different than Bruce Wayne, perhaps that's because of the fact that Batman is sometimes the *real* Bruce Wayne. The real Bruce that could not function in society. Batman is rude, violent and wants to get to the point when interrogating someone, or wanting information. He wants justice, that's all that he -really- wants, but Bruce Wayne can't go around in DAYLIGHT dressed as a bat, so the true Bruce Wayne is forced to only come out in the cave, and behind the cowl.

Bruce Wayne, or the Bruce Wayne that is seen out in public is a playboy. He doesn't -mean- to pull the heart strings of the women, but he honestly doesn't care about them. At least not most of the time. Two women have gotten to his heart: Zatanna Zatara and Selina Kyle. Both of which he could never be happy with as Batman. At least, that's what he thinks.

Bruce Wayne with Alfred, Dick, Barbara, Zatanna and everyone that he cares for as Bruce Wayne. He's kind, he cares. Dick is his son, Alfred is his foster father. Zatanna is an old friend, a friend he's had a lifetime with.

The two men, Batman and Bruce are completely different people, but they happen to live in the same body, and have the same memories.

And keep you there so you can see[/size]
father;; Thomas Wayne {deceased}
mother;; Martha Wayne (Kane){deceased}
siblings;; None
relatives;; Alfred {butler; 63}
pets;; Ace{Great Dane;9 months}
hometown;; Gotham City
currentlyliving;; Gotham City
history;; Bruce grinned ear to ear as he sat upon his father's shoulders, laughing as he was carried outside of the movie theater. Tonight was perfect; of course to the little boy every time that he got to see a movie with his parents, he thought it was great. However tonight was just special, it was Father's Day and the Wayne Family had spent the whole day together. They hadn't been out in the city the whole time, but most of the days; they had gone shopping, they out to dinner, and finally to the movie. It was nearing ten o'clock and they needed to get home.

Normally, on a Sunday night, Bruce would have crashed by now, but after the action packed movie, it was too hard to be tired. So he sat proudly on his Father's shoulders, dressed nicely in a suit; the Wayne Family may have been out on the town, but they had to look nice while they were doing it. His mother wore a red gown that went down to her knees, along with the dress she carried a little black purse, and wore the pearls that Bruce had "given" her for Mother's Day. His Father was wearing a suit very similar to Bruce's, or rather Bruce had the smaller size of his Father's.

They were the Wayne family; everyone knew who they were for the most part, whether it was from a visit to Thomas's office, or from a segment on the news about what they were doing for the city. It was hard not to, with the millions of dollars that the Wayne family was giving to the city to try and save it from the depths of hell. However, no matter how hard they were trying, not everything could be saved.

Bruce was only slightly aware of what his parents were doing for Gotham, he was aware that his parents had built the monorail system that ran throughout the city, only because of the visits to Wayne Enterprises that he and his Father had every couple of months; the monorail ran right through the center of the tower. He wasn't aware that people in Gotham City hated his parents, and even if he had been, he wouldn't have wanted to think about it. His parents were his life; he loved them as much as any little eight year old boy could.

Bruce put his head on top of his father's, holding onto his Dad's head as they walked down the street. "Martha, come on, this way is shorter." His father said as he nodded towards the alleyway comic up, however his mother hesitated as she looked down it, she said his name in such a tone that Bruce knew she was worried about something. "Don't worry, it's a shortcut." His mother sighed, but said nothing. She knew her husband was stubborn when he wanted to do.

They went down the alleyway, though Thomas soon put Bruce on the ground, telling him to stay behind him and his mother. Bruce felt as though the walls of the surrounding building were closing in around him and his parents, maybe his imagination was being overly active. However the next thing he heard was a male's voice. "Give me the pearls lady, or I'll shoot the kid." His voice was so deep and gruff that it was hard for Bruce to understand him.

"There's no need for this…" His father said as Bruce stayed behind his parents. The thug didn't seem to be very talkative as he just pointed the gun at Thomas and fired. He fell in slow motion to Bruce, everything was moving so slowly. His mother screamed, falling over her husband and crying. The gun clicked again, pointing at Martha, fear obvious in her eyes.

"Run Bruce, run!" Martha pleaded to her son, right before the thug shot the crying woman. Her body became limp over his father's body. Everything seemed to be frozen, Bruce dropped to his knees, tears filled his eyes. "Mommy… Daddy…" he whimpered, shutting his eyes and bawling.

It only took minutes for someone to call 911, and the police were there within 30 minutes. They took Bruce to the station and got him some juice, before sitting him down and questioning him. "Can I do anything for you? I've been told that Alfred is coming to get you." The police officer was maybe in his mid-twenties with red hair, and a messy mustache, he looked kind compared to the other officers. As Bruce went to open his mouth, one of the other officers said something.

"I don't know why yer tryin' Jim, his butler is coming to get him. He's got a damn butler." The kind officer, Jim as he was referred to, growled in anger at the other officer.

"He's eight years old, I don't care if he has a butler he just saw his parents shot down in front of him! Show some damn respect, officer... Hey kiddo, don't cry…" Jim grabbed a tissue and wiped Bruce's eyes. "Everything is going to be okay, Bruce."

"Why… why did he do it officer? Why did he take my mommy and daddy away?"

Jim was speechless; he didn't know what to say to soothe the small boy. This was something that was going to affect him for the rest of his life. There was nothing he could do to help, it was this city, it had to be this city. There was so much corruption. "I don't know, Bruce… but call me Jim."

"O-Okay, Jim…" Bruce whispered, wiping his bright blue eyes as he looked at the cop, before looking down. "I miss them…" Jim looked at Bruce, weakly smiling, and told him that he always would.

Jim was right; every year that passed the pain grew stronger, though instead of being angry, he became passionate. He wanted to help the people of Gotham, but the police force was corrupt. He did not want to be bribed by the mob, he did not want to deal with the laws of the police. No one feared them, many of the people of Gotham thought they were a joke. He needed to go above the law, and he wasn't sure how to do that until he went to Metropolis for his eighteenth birthday. It was then he realized something.

Bruce sat in his hotel room, looking out the window as it rained softly. Metropolis was a very bright city compared to the gloomy Gotham; even in the rain it looked so much happier, brighter than Gotham. It was ridiculous. As it was raining today, many of the things he had planned had been (thankfully) cancelled. Now he had his head against his window, watching intently. The news was on in the background, Alfred was watching it, but Bruce was paying no attention.

"The just in, Lex Luthor has citizens hostage at the Metropolis first bank, he is holding a random of 1 million dollars for the citizens inside." Bruce moved his head from the window and glanced at the television, listening in. "The only thing we can hope for is Superman." The woman said shaking her head and frowning, just as the television went to the view of the bank, Bruce heard something outside of the window. He looked, and just as he looked he saw something zoom by, it was too blurred to tell, but he saw a hint of red. Superman?

Then it hit him, Metropolis wasn't nearly as crime ridden as Gotham and they had a hero. He couldn't be Superman, he had no powers and he wasn't going to dress up in colorful tights. Superman couldn't frighten anyone, he needed to strike fear into the heart of Gotham. He could do it, after his parents' deaths, he had begged Alfred for martial arts classes. That wasn't enough, one fighting style was nothing. There were people who knew five or more. Bruce had this feeling that the training was going to take a long while. What was he training for? What was he going to become? He needed to be something Gotham could fear. He thought about this as he continued to listen to the news, Superman and Lex Luthor fighting, the hostages being saved and Lex Luthor being put back in jail. Bruce grinned to himself, this was exactly what he needed.

It took years of traveling, learning fighting techniques, buying gadgets to use, getting the materials for his costume. He went through weeks of testing the costumes before finding something that was bullet proof and he could move fast in. "The Bat-man" got put in the papers from his very brief appearances with the thugs on the streets. The police didn't trust him, but this was only the beginning.
As long as you're alive and care[/size]
name;; Alli
age;; sweet sixteen
experience;; uh six years? seven? XD
activity;; IT'S MY SITE, LIKE EVERY DAY
whyyoujoined;; MY SITE
phrase;; The Goddamn Batman warns you to get the fook away from pluto, or something. LOL
example;;

There had never been a night that Gotham slept well; there were many reasons as to why, and the reasons seemed to multiply as the weeks and months passed. There was no arguing that the man that called himself “The Joker” was one of those reasons. He had taken seventeen people hostage earlier that day, the sun was setting now and he hadn’t even announced to the world that he had the hostages. His way of announcing it? He tied a note to one of the hostages, dead already from the happy gas, and threw the body out the window.

Three of the other hostages had also been “accidently” exposed to the happy gas and were now rolling around on the floor, with their mouths gagged and their hands tied behind their backs, laughing themselves to death. He had… thirteen not dying hostages left. One of them happened to be the Police Commissioner’s daughter, and she was the one that had given him the most trouble out of all of them. He was tempted to give her a dose of his happy gas, tempted but he hadn’t. Though when she had been taken hostage she had broken one of his men’s noses, and so far had proved to be more trouble than she was worth.

It was only a matter of time before Batsy came into the picture and cheat around his game. Though without Batsy he would be bored all the time, the cops couldn’t hold him, Arkham was dull, Bats was the only exciting thing in this city. “Boys! If you see a flying rat, shoot… eenie meenie miney…” Joker’s finger danced through the air as he thought about this, and pointed to a mid-twenties man, messy blonde hair and a terrified look in his eyes. “Him.” Joker let out a nerve wrecking laugh, and walked out of the room, giggling with a sick smile on his face.

Now, where was Batman you might ask? He wasn’t oblivious to the news that Joker had hostages in his hands; it had only been all over the news. Joker wasn’t exactly keeping it a secret, throwing a body of a building. There were cops surrounding him, but Joker had already announced that if a cop stepped into the building the hostages were going to die. It was common knowledge that the Commissioner’s daughter was in there with the rest of them, Jim hadn’t made any orders to raid the building.

The helicopters circling the building gave a good view of Joker’s men that were surrounding every entrance to the building. Snipers on the roof, and two guards on every balcony from the fourth story up, they weren’t fighting off the cops. Actually, from the way Joker seemed to be handling it, he didn’t seem to take the cops as any kind of threat at all. He was looking for him.

Of course, it wasn’t only him tonight. Since Dick had become Robin, he had to think about the two of them as a team rather than him by himself. Different risks for the two of them instead of just himself. Dick was thirteen, a kid. Joker was a mad man, he would kill without thinking. Bruce believed that Dick was ready for this, but he wasn’t going to let him follow him into this building without some sort of preparation.

“Robin, the Joker is a madman. He’s not like anyone else we’ve fought together. He will kill without any hesitation, any thought, listen to my orders and do not disobey me. Everything is a joke to him, a game. Keep your guard up at all times and follow me. Understand?”

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