[Fic: Batman Begins] Higher Ground
Title: Higher Ground
Rating: M
Pairing: Henri Ducard/Bruce Wayne
Notes: written for
fic_on_demand. And, I can't believe I wrote Batman Begins fanfiction... o.O
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He opened his eyes. A day had begun.
Every day had a purpose, every day was a lesson, every day was a new examination of who Bruce Wayne was.
Once his pupil, his student. Strike, cut, punch, kick, fall, roll, grasp, grapple, kill. Bruce Wayne had been chosen for this calling. His body was powerfully built and was learning and adapting. Bruce had strived for his purpose, after the death of his parents. Ducard had given him the chance to fight the evil.
His mind leered backwards, to the darkness of Gotham and the crime and punishment that had no order. There was no hope for Gotham, and no hope for Batman in Gotham. Ducard despised the name, Batman, something, something about that name was wrong.
Bruce had failed him. By leaving. By choosing Gotham, the city that had no hope, no life but was just a decaying mess of murder, prostitution and corruption. Gotham deserved to be destroyed. Bruce had failed him.
Anger stirred within him, Ducard frowned, crushing down on the rage. Bruce, strong and handsome, handsome, handsome, was wasting his future in a city that was merely being exterminated.
He could feel no pity for the man's death. He couldn't.
Night was falling in Gotham.
Rating: M
Pairing: Henri Ducard/Bruce Wayne
Notes: written for
fic_on_demand. And, I can't believe I wrote Batman Begins fanfiction... o.O
****
He opened his eyes. A day had begun.
Every day had a purpose, every day was a lesson, every day was a new examination of who Bruce Wayne was.
Once his pupil, his student. Strike, cut, punch, kick, fall, roll, grasp, grapple, kill. Bruce Wayne had been chosen for this calling. His body was powerfully built and was learning and adapting. Bruce had strived for his purpose, after the death of his parents. Ducard had given him the chance to fight the evil.
His mind leered backwards, to the darkness of Gotham and the crime and punishment that had no order. There was no hope for Gotham, and no hope for Batman in Gotham. Ducard despised the name, Batman, something, something about that name was wrong.
Bruce had failed him. By leaving. By choosing Gotham, the city that had no hope, no life but was just a decaying mess of murder, prostitution and corruption. Gotham deserved to be destroyed. Bruce had failed him.
Anger stirred within him, Ducard frowned, crushing down on the rage. Bruce, strong and handsome, handsome, handsome, was wasting his future in a city that was merely being exterminated.
He could feel no pity for the man's death. He couldn't.
Night was falling in Gotham.