STORY TIME!
Sorry I have been gone for so long. I've been dealing with a lot. Including the recent death of my Uncle. So as always when I am sad I write. Here you go. PS Thanks to capefetish for the beta.
Orphaned
Rating: G
Warnings: SAD!!!!
Characters: Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth
[Orphaned]
He didn't know what to say or do. His heart was breaking. When his parents were taken from him suddenly, he had known a heartache that words could never describe. Now he knows how it could have been worse. Them leaving him so suddenly, made him feel so helpless and alone. However watching a loved one wither away slowly and being powerless to stop it is a helplessness beyond compare.
He swore that he would fight crime so that nobody else would know that pain. Now he realized that he was trying to fight death...but that is a fight that no one can win. Once again he was helpless to save a parent. Even though Alfred wasn't his father, he felt like he was. One would think that with the time he was given to prepare himself for this would have been enough...but there is never enough time when you have to say goodbye to those you love. He had been spending less and less time with Alfred as the cancer progressed.
He knew that he should have been around more but seeing him like this was like torture. Watching him waste away, such a strong a vibrant man reduced to being so weak and frail. For the first time in his life, Bruce looked at Alfred and saw how the years and stress had aged the kind man who had taken care of him. Unfortunately, the disease had taken hold of Alfred's mind, but during those brief moments of lucidity he could see sadness in the old man's eyes...sadness and fear. Bruce couldn't do it.
As cancer ravaged his body Alfred's skin yellowed and the chemotherapy had robbed him not only of all of hair, but also of his ability to eat or leave his bed. When it was found that there was nothing more the doctor's could do for Alfred they had promised to make him comfortable. But now, here at the very end, Bruce looked upon the man and could tell; he was not comfortable. Once again there was nothing that Bruce could do. He could even smell the hopelessness in the air.
Only this time there was no one and nothing for him to blame. Nothing to exact his vengeance upon. All he can do is sit there and watch as Alfred slowly dies. All Bruce wanted to do is run and hide, not feel this. But he had to endure this.
He had to be here for Alfred, he had to sit by his side. Hours rolled by and Bruce kept talking to Alfred, trying to let him know that he was here and that he loved him; never knowing if he could hear or understand him. Finally the nurses told Bruce that he should go get some sleep, they were wrong...this wasn't going to be Alfred's last night after all. Bruce went to his room down the hall to try and do as instructed. As he lied restless in his bed hours passed, suddenly Bruce realized he wasn't going to be able to sleep this night and went to the cave to train.
He had barely gotten to the secret entrance when he heard the alarm. Alfred had just flatlined. He was gone. And Bruce knew at that moment he was truly alone. He could fight forever, but death will always win. Sinking into the chair in his study, unsure if Batman would survive this tragedy, Bruce cried. Once again he was just a sad little boy. And though it is true that his parent’s had died years before, now Bruce was truly an orphan.
Orphaned
Rating: G
Warnings: SAD!!!!
Characters: Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth
[Orphaned]
He didn't know what to say or do. His heart was breaking. When his parents were taken from him suddenly, he had known a heartache that words could never describe. Now he knows how it could have been worse. Them leaving him so suddenly, made him feel so helpless and alone. However watching a loved one wither away slowly and being powerless to stop it is a helplessness beyond compare.
He swore that he would fight crime so that nobody else would know that pain. Now he realized that he was trying to fight death...but that is a fight that no one can win. Once again he was helpless to save a parent. Even though Alfred wasn't his father, he felt like he was. One would think that with the time he was given to prepare himself for this would have been enough...but there is never enough time when you have to say goodbye to those you love. He had been spending less and less time with Alfred as the cancer progressed.
He knew that he should have been around more but seeing him like this was like torture. Watching him waste away, such a strong a vibrant man reduced to being so weak and frail. For the first time in his life, Bruce looked at Alfred and saw how the years and stress had aged the kind man who had taken care of him. Unfortunately, the disease had taken hold of Alfred's mind, but during those brief moments of lucidity he could see sadness in the old man's eyes...sadness and fear. Bruce couldn't do it.
As cancer ravaged his body Alfred's skin yellowed and the chemotherapy had robbed him not only of all of hair, but also of his ability to eat or leave his bed. When it was found that there was nothing more the doctor's could do for Alfred they had promised to make him comfortable. But now, here at the very end, Bruce looked upon the man and could tell; he was not comfortable. Once again there was nothing that Bruce could do. He could even smell the hopelessness in the air.
Only this time there was no one and nothing for him to blame. Nothing to exact his vengeance upon. All he can do is sit there and watch as Alfred slowly dies. All Bruce wanted to do is run and hide, not feel this. But he had to endure this.
He had to be here for Alfred, he had to sit by his side. Hours rolled by and Bruce kept talking to Alfred, trying to let him know that he was here and that he loved him; never knowing if he could hear or understand him. Finally the nurses told Bruce that he should go get some sleep, they were wrong...this wasn't going to be Alfred's last night after all. Bruce went to his room down the hall to try and do as instructed. As he lied restless in his bed hours passed, suddenly Bruce realized he wasn't going to be able to sleep this night and went to the cave to train.
He had barely gotten to the secret entrance when he heard the alarm. Alfred had just flatlined. He was gone. And Bruce knew at that moment he was truly alone. He could fight forever, but death will always win. Sinking into the chair in his study, unsure if Batman would survive this tragedy, Bruce cried. Once again he was just a sad little boy. And though it is true that his parent’s had died years before, now Bruce was truly an orphan.