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White Knight-Batman SI

Reborn in Gotham City as the younger brother of Bruce Wayne. A young man tries to reform the city despite his limitations as he tries to give the city another symbol of hope apart from the elusive Dark Knight. This is the story of Thomas Wayne, Gotham's White Knight. Mainly based on Nolan's trilogy.

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Chapter 37-A Savior Long Gone!

Chapter 37

~10 Years Later~

SELINA KYLE

Much has changed in the last ten years. Much. And for everyone else, there was a moment when the whole world changed for them, a moment when they realized that life would never ever be the same again. It was the day their lives had changed completely, a day filled with regret.

For her, it had been this very day ten years ago, on the day the love of her life had been killed. And she could say that it was also when life had changed for humanity as a whole as well.

For if he were alive today, she could confidently say that humanity wouldn't have fallen into the disastrous situation it is in now.

Ten years ago, Thomas Wayne had died. To the world, his death had been caused by natural causes, citing the stress he suffered from the tumultuous events suffered by him over the month prior.

Yet that was not the truth. It was much more sinister, much more cruel.

With his death had come another announcement, a news which would go on to dwarf the news of the death of humanity's brightest minds. It would be the day humanity would learn of life outside of their planet, and that life would unravel it all.

'You are not alone.'

The message had come from outside, telling them of extra-terrestrial life. They had rejoiced at that, until they had realized their mistake. The alien life did not send the message as a greeting.

No. The message was a declaration of war.

A war they were not ready for. They had come a year later, bearing their fangs on an unprepared humanity. Millions would die in the initial assault, and everything they had would be useless against the might of these foreign invaders.

The ruins infront of her, a stark reminder of humanity's futility and hubris. The once-guzzling city of a million had been reduced to rubble, barely sustainable, as throngs of people moved through the wreckage, trying to carve out a life for themselves.

Humanity would answer, assembling a team of heroes who had remained hidden until that day. Five would gather Batman, Flash, Cyborg, Aquaman, and that cursed witch Wonder Woman.

They would be hailed as saviors as humanity launched its counterattack against the invading forces, attacking the leader of the invasion, Steppenwolf, a god in all but name.

Their fight would be legendary as the five so-called heroes fought with the fate of humanity resting on their shoulders, yet in the end, they would prove inadequate.

Victory would come but at a great cost. Two of the five would sacrifice themselves to send back the leader of the invading forces. The monster known as Steppenwolf would be forced back, only for the world to learn that their true enemy had yet to even step foot on their planet.

Darkseid. The Destroyer of Worlds. A monster who had turned a hundred thousand words to dust. The Eternal Death, and the greatest villain known to the universe.

It was a being unfathomable to their minds, its powers beyond their imagination. And such a being had set its eyes on their world.

Steppenwolf was but a minion, yet only to repel him, it had taken the might and sacrifice from the Earth's mightiest.

How could they hope to face being much superior?

Even in their victory, Earth had been infested by the wretched demons of their invaders, para demons they were called, and they infested and bred uncontrollably on the Earth, wreaking havoc across the planet, and now even a decade later, they spread terror as they, attacked in hoards, continuing their master's work as Earth waited for his eventual arrival.

And that time was nearing.

Soon enough, Darkside would come, and none knew what would become of Earth, and neither did she yet. In the meantime, she would do as her love once had, try to save as many as she could, try and give hope to as many as she could.

"AHHHH!"

"HELPPPP!"

And as she heard the screams of people as a hoard of Parademons surrounded a group of people, she steadied herself for her calling.

She looked over the city and saw a whole hoard of para demons attacking what remained of it. She readied herself as she tapped the small button adorned into a very special necklace and immediately felt the all-too-familiar crawl of nano-tech spreading around her in a tight-fitting suit.

Even now, years later, his last gift to herself went beyond anything others had dreamed up. In a way, this was his legacy, his last gift to her before he was taken from her. A mask covered her face before she saw the world once more yet this time with the additional information coming from the augmented reality visor as she saw the para demons trying to kill the people.

And she jumped from the edge of the building she stood, falling through the air, as she fired shots at the beasts from the bracelets around her arms, killing several of them before and as one of them looked up, she rotated in the air, and hit it in the face with her heel.

"AHHHH!" she screamed as the beast screeched in pain at her attack, as others aimed at her, yet she was much too used to fighting these beasts and jumped off of its face and let out another barrage as she skids through their fires and rained down bullets on them before landing on the ground as all dozen of them lay dead, with the people looking at her.

"It's her." "It's the Catwoman!"

"We are saved."

They rejoiced as she turned away and shot once more at the approaching parademons.

"There is a shelter two miles away. GO!" she ordered as the people rushed towards the shelter a dozen or so para demons surrounded her while many more began to circle her, their faces a husky mess, and their wings flapped like that of a fly, making her squirm as she scanned her surroundings.

"SCREEECH!" they screeched as she felt a dozen or more guns get aimed at herself as she prepared herself for the battle.

When suddenly, she felt a blur race past her as two of the demons were taken away. Others backed away, sensing the danger in a second, two more were down as well.

They tried to rush towards her, and she ducked one's arm, as she attacked a bomb to its side before kicking it into another one of its companions.

BOOM!

The bomb blew them off, as another demon tried to attack her, yet fell suddenly as a metal Batarang hit it straight in the head.

Suddenly, she felt the air infront of her shift as a shadow came over her, and she looked up and saw a ship she was all too familiar with.

She heard people rejoice at the sight of that ship and what it represented as they felt their saviors appear. The symbol of fear for Gotham's most depraved had now become a symbol of hope for the world.

"It seems my work here is done," she uttered as she carved through two more parademons before rushing towards a broken building.

A single parademon stood in her way, and she brought up her gauntlet to blow it out when, suddenly, a person landed on it, crushing it beneath their feet.

BOOOM!

She covered her face on reflex, and as the dust cleared, she recognized the person who had jumped down.

And her rage burst forth at the sight of her.

She! She was the one who had taken him from her. Taken everything from her.

She wore a golden crown on her head, clad in a red and blue dress, with a bronze sword and shield in her hand. She looked like an ancient warrior, for that was what she was. Yet she was no ordinary warrior.

She was a daughter of Themyscira, a descendant of an ancient race known as Amazonians, a half-diary, daughter of Zeus, and the hope of humanity, Diana Prince. Or, as she was otherwise known, Wonder Woman.

Though none of those accolades mattered to her.

"YOU!" Selina snarled in rage as their eyes met; the wretched woman lacked the courage to look her in the eye as she evaded her gaze.

"Selina..."

"Do not take my name with your filthy mouth," she snarled as the woman shut up, and she felt another pair of footsteps from behind her.

"Selina," she heard her name getting called. She looked back and found herself face-to-face with another betrayer. He was his brother, his blood. Yet he still chose to forgive her, forgive that woman for what she had done.

"Bruce..." she replied to the masked crusader. He had changed much over the years, and his suit was much more advanced than it had been when he had first begun his journey.

"You need to com..."

"The answer is no," she cut him off before he could make the offer, for she already knew what he was going to say.

"Selina, we need you. Our enemy could strike at any moment. We need your help," he asked and she scoffed.

"Not as much as you think if you still keep that murderer on the team," she answered, and saw the woman tense up at her words as her mask receded, revealing her face.

"We need her as well. You know that better than anyone else. Darkseid is an enemy unlike any other, and if we are to have a chance against him, we need to act together as one," Bruce spoke, and she scoffed.

"What chance! Look around you, Bruce. Do you really think we stand a chance against whomever this Darkseid is," she scoffed.

"It's over, whether you face it or not. We are not ready to face him. We are divided, angry, and broken. We have no leader and no hope. No symbol," she uttered as she glared at the Amazonian woman who bit her lip yet uttered.

"But yet you still fight," she retorted, Selina's lips thinning at those words.

"If you believe it all to be so hopeless, then why do you still fight?"

And truth was she would ask herself the same question many times. Selina Kyle was a pessimist. She had seen the worst of humanity, seen its depravity, its evil until Thomas had filled her with hope, showed her the goodness, shown her hope.

He had been her guiding light, and now even with him gone she felt herself guarding that flicker of hope he had given her, trying to keep it alive, keep him alive as she tried to do what he would have done.

"Because it is what he would have done," another voice rang out, this one much softer, much similar to her own, as her head snapped towards the ship, or more specifically, at the child standing on the ramp, with a person standing behind her. A Person she had not seen in years.

The little girl looked like herself from her youth, yet she was much healthier than Selina had ever been in those times. Her eyes were different, though. They were blue, a striking blue that reminded him of Thomas.

"Helena," she gasped out as she saw her sister walk out of the ramp, though another voice bubbled.

"Mother," the little girl spoke, her words breaking her heart as Bruce stepped forward.

"Just once, please, we need you. Come back for a few days," he said before his eyes landed on the little girl.

"She misses you," and his words broke her heart as her fists balled up. Her heart raced, and despite the anger and frustration, she found herself nodding her head.

"Martha," she gasped as she opened her arms, and the child came running into them. As she buried her head in the crook of her neck, letting that familiar warmth wash over her.

After months, she would hug her and let her regale her tales as she would sit down beside her on that ship, on her way to a place she did not have the heart to see.

Martha would fall asleep in her lap an hour later, tired, and she would sift through her hair lovingly, blaming herself for not having the courage to raise her as a mother should. Yet the memories she shared with Thomas haunted her whenever she went to the manor, to the place they had spent such blissful time.

Yet she could not take her away as well, for in these dangerous times, it was the safest place for her daughter, loathed as she was to admit it.

"What happened?" she asked Bruce as they cut through the skies.

"We found him," he spoke, and his words stilled her, yet his tone was tense, lacking the hope and cheer she would have expected with such news.

Him. Their one hope, the one they had been searching for, the one who could face Darkside and save their planet.

"You found the Kryptonian," she asked, and he nodded.

"We did. More accurately, we found where he had been all this time," he answered, and she frowned, enraged that a being of such strength had refused to lend his aid to humanity.

"And where has he been, this so-called savior of ours?"

"Dead."

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