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I will try to keep constant with the chapter releases,but no promises. I will have to do some research about events and try to make them partially correct but I will probably get a whole lot of things wrong. Slow updates, very new to this. This fanfic will be my own view in making an OP Batman. I will throw a couple things in to make it more interesting, Justice League if possible, teaming up once in a while. So try to enjoy! A Genius boy who dies young, but not all is lost it seems. Waking up alive was quite a surprise.
(Thoughts will be in parentheses to know when he is speaking to himself.) And to describe actions you will see "I jumped and reached for the ledge" So I hope no one gets confused.
Unkown voice: Bruce...
Me: Who?
Uv: BRUCE.....
Me: "I open my eyes to see what is going on,whose voice is that"?
Uv: Bruce,are you ok?
Me: "I look up to the blinding light using my hand to cover part of my eyes up to see a man looking down at me",(who is that)? "That is when I open my eyes in shock to realize I have hands and a body again, but it is a tad small".
Unknown man : Bruce, don't be afraid, i'm coming down to get you.
Me: "I watch as the man repels down to me and knees down to hug me".
Um : Are you ok Bruce?
Me: (Is he speaking to me,why did he call me Bruce).
Um: Bruce what's wrong, can you speak?
Me: (He looks like Bruce Wayne's father from the movie Batman Begins, what does this mean, am I in a movie). Thomas Wayne?
Thomas Wayne: Yes Bruce, it is me your father, did you hurt your head, you may be dizzy?
Me: "I reach up to touch my head and feel a painful bump", (I must be Bruce Wayne as a child, but how)? Dad? I think I am alright but my head hurts a whole ton.
TW: "Smiling to comfort Bruce", I reach to touch Bruce's head, I feel a huge bump", (no blood that is a relief). Yes Bruce it appears you hit your head but not too hard I guess.
Me: "I start to process my situation quickly, and I smile to myself and to show I am ok to Thomas Wayne", ( I do not know what happened but I also do not care, this is too much of a joyous occasion to feel saddened by my miserable life and death). I feel like I am alright dad.
TW: Let us hope so kiddo,but let us go to the doctor to make sure.
Me: (Yeah I guess that is a good idea, hope nothing is wrong). Sure dad sounds like a good idea.
TW: " I tie the rope around Bruce and hold him with one arm", "I shout", Alfred, pull us up!
Alfred: Yes sir!
Me: "I begin to think about this and smile once more", (hahaha, it seems as if science has not forsaken me, I can not explain this matter now, but even though I detest not processing knowledge of what has occurred to me, there is plenty of time to figure it out as Bruce Wayne)!
