Bruce looked moodily out of the window, thinking. The sky looked grey, which wasn't unusual. The city was thick with industrial smog. As much as he loved the environment, Bruce didn't have any idea; how to cope with this. But for the time being, for his selfish reasons, that was least of his worries. He looked across the city, a slight crease, ( Read more... )

 Broken arrow
No one can accuse me of being sentimental. No one can accuse me of being the one with many emotions. Cold, calculating, manipulative, that’s all I heard about myself, from people around me. And believe me, I have been around for a very long time; a very long time indeed. For centuries, I have lurked in the dark, prowled the back ( Read more... )

 The morning wasn't didn't look promising. Neither did it look inviting enough to venture into a new project. The sky was overcast, the clods dark and dreary ; everything about the day made the people of gotham find an excuse to stay in bed , and call in sick at work. Not Bruce. "I don't need a bright, sunny day for what I have in mind" he thought ( Read more... )

 ' when i finally decided to sit and record my memoirs my scars had already healed ... or so I thought
its a journey backwards .. it always is for everyone who has waited long enough .. without much hope ..but pretending that someday her hopes would be realized.
for me its not a journey.. its story of a life time.. and finally am prepared to trace ( Read more... )

 some stories are meant to be epics. some stories create myths. some remain legends till the end and some survive the onslaught of time.
and then there are some stories which are short lived maybe but it does not mean they are any less filled with love.
this is the story of marc callahan , this is the story of isabelle dawson , this is the story of ( Read more... )

  Its 6 o clock in the evening and sun has just set. Its the longest day of the year. I looked out of the window and found myself gaping at the crimson sky above. How riduculously serene she looked in her red attire. We associate freedom with the sky. And I can see why. She was athena in her full glory , a goddess bound in her own beauty and ( Read more... )

  she came to the city penniless, trying to live on her own, her parents both self made were proud of her decision.
she at 18 , was naive but patient was determined to find work. she began at the bottom, getting a job at a local deli. it did not pay much but it kept her going and made her more determined than ever. in this fast developing and ( Read more... )

  “It’s the darkest night of the month, probably coldest too. The blinding emptiness engulfed the backstreets, which was as barren save for a lone figure stumbling along the grayish boulevard.

The fog closed in on her as she walked along, wrapping her thin hands around herself. It would have been a poetic sight if it weren’t so pathetic. In the ( Read more... )

Bruce couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Alfred standing amidst the morning sunrays, holding a tray, looking extremely guilty for some reason. His mind went blank for a few seconds. I was with Jonathan he thought still gaping at Alfred foolishly. How did he come in here? Where is Jonathan he wondered jerking his head around to see if the good ( Read more... )

Chapter 15

D.I.D

I was really getting worried about the man. What could have happened in the past few hours which made him behave this way? Of course jack has always been smug but he had never underestimated me. Not on the plane when he had to twice intercept my communiqués. Neither did he underestimate me when we were taken hostage at the bank and ( Read more... )