And no, I haven't forgotten about it, just been really lazy ^^;
TRUTH AND THE BAT
The cave is vast, humid, full of shadow. Dispersed light falls through cracks in the stone, throwing every edge into shimmering softness.
Something flutters in the darkness, and Bruce knows it cannot be real. This is Dagobah, not the city-planet of Gotham, second only to Coruscant in megalopolis sprawl. There are swamp creatures and tree critters, but not the sharp-winged, razor-toothed flying predators of Gotham's night.
In the distance, he hears pearls falling on pavement. There is a lightsaber on his belt. Frozen by fear, he cannot move his hand.
Then he moves the fear, letting it fill him, letting it bond to the circulation of the Force in his veins. Letting it move him in turn, the lightsaber's blade a flash of crimson lightning in the darkness.
A body falls at his feet, cut in two. At first it's a clone trooper, masked and faceless. Then a Twi'lek slaver he'd met on Ord Mantell. Chill, his parents' murderer. Carmine Falcone. His father. Himself.
As he feels the Gotham bat settle on his shoulder, Bruce knows that once he emerges from the cave, the man who was once the Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn will smile in approval.
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Date: 2006-04-16 12:33 pm (UTC)TRUTH AND THE BAT
The cave is vast, humid, full of shadow. Dispersed light falls through cracks in the stone, throwing every edge into shimmering softness.
Something flutters in the darkness, and Bruce knows it cannot be real. This is Dagobah, not the city-planet of Gotham, second only to Coruscant in megalopolis sprawl. There are swamp creatures and tree critters, but not the sharp-winged, razor-toothed flying predators of Gotham's night.
In the distance, he hears pearls falling on pavement. There is a lightsaber on his belt. Frozen by fear, he cannot move his hand.
Then he moves the fear, letting it fill him, letting it bond to the circulation of the Force in his veins. Letting it move him in turn, the lightsaber's blade a flash of crimson lightning in the darkness.
A body falls at his feet, cut in two. At first it's a clone trooper, masked and faceless. Then a Twi'lek slaver he'd met on Ord Mantell. Chill, his parents' murderer. Carmine Falcone. His father. Himself.
As he feels the Gotham bat settle on his shoulder, Bruce knows that once he emerges from the cave, the man who was once the Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn will smile in approval.
Fear is his ally now, and he is free.