Topic 17: Let's talk ghosts
Why do we fall down, Bruce?
His parents were always there with him while he was growing up. Eight had been far too young to have to stand at the side of two graves and watch them be lowered in. If it hadn't been for Alfred's hand he would have fallen on the ground as the overwhelming smell of flowers caused waves of dizziness to wash over him.
Even though they were in the coffins they stood behind him still. He could smell his mother's perfume and feel his fathers hand gripping his shoulder. Bruce understood, they were afraid for him. They sensed the thing that had taken root in him and were afraid of what he would let himself become.
They were at the boarding school, when he let loose of that anger that was below the surface and smashed a fist into the wall his father showed him how to clean the cut and bandage his hand with the same quiet patience he used when he showed Bruce how to use his stethescope to listen to his own heart. When the lonliness became too much and he turned towards the wall to shut the world out, his mother's fingers smoothed his hair.
Every step of the way in his life they were beside him. He never forgot them, and he never forgot the promise whispered at their graves to them.
Why do we fall down, Bruce?
He'd been falling his whole life and he hadn't realized it. It took the seeing how he'd been blind, seeing how cruel life could really be before he understood.
"To learn how to pick ourselves up."
Time to stop falling.
His parents were always there with him while he was growing up. Eight had been far too young to have to stand at the side of two graves and watch them be lowered in. If it hadn't been for Alfred's hand he would have fallen on the ground as the overwhelming smell of flowers caused waves of dizziness to wash over him.
Even though they were in the coffins they stood behind him still. He could smell his mother's perfume and feel his fathers hand gripping his shoulder. Bruce understood, they were afraid for him. They sensed the thing that had taken root in him and were afraid of what he would let himself become.
They were at the boarding school, when he let loose of that anger that was below the surface and smashed a fist into the wall his father showed him how to clean the cut and bandage his hand with the same quiet patience he used when he showed Bruce how to use his stethescope to listen to his own heart. When the lonliness became too much and he turned towards the wall to shut the world out, his mother's fingers smoothed his hair.
Every step of the way in his life they were beside him. He never forgot them, and he never forgot the promise whispered at their graves to them.
Why do we fall down, Bruce?
He'd been falling his whole life and he hadn't realized it. It took the seeing how he'd been blind, seeing how cruel life could really be before he understood.
"To learn how to pick ourselves up."
Time to stop falling.