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Post by brucewayne on Oct 28, 2012 14:44:59 GMT -5
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BRUCE WAYNE. BATMAN. GOTHAM'S DARK KNIGHT.
A sigh slid from Bruce Wayne's mouth. Amelia Raven Blake was gone...a mission for SHIELD had ended her life...Clint Barton had ended her life.... Bruce knew the man must feel horrible over the death of the woman that was friends with nearly everyone. He missed her. There was no other way to put it. Everyone missed Amelia...hell probably even that Wolverine character she said she liked to tease. But the one person that had sunk so low after the death of that amazing woman was John Blake...the love of her life...the father to her daughter and her husband.
Bruce knew that he had to keep a close eye on John, his friend and his partner in case he decided to end his life. Amelia had tried it when John had been dead. When he had heard the news, Bruce had had tears in his eyes...James had cried...and then gone to find Alyss to offer what comfort he could. It was a sad time for them all and somehow Bruce knew he had to pull John through.
It had been two days since the news had come. John was currently sitting in Bruce's living room, where Bruce was making his way into. He sat down next to his partner and sighed, his dark eyes glancing at the other man. "John...I'm sorry...
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Post by John Blake on Oct 28, 2012 15:08:43 GMT -5
Two days.
Two days without his love. Knowing the only time he would see her smiling face again would be in pictures. He hadn't slept. He hadn't eaten. He hadn't drank. He hand't stopped crying.
Two days.
Two days the tears had dripped down his face. Two days, he hadn't even attempted to smile. Two days, he had hardly moved. Two days his world had come crashing down.
Two days.
In two days, he had attempted suicide at least twenty times. His own daughter had caught him with a knife pressed to his throat. Guns. Knifes. Jumping from high places. Taking too many pills on purpose. Attempting to drink away his sorrows, maybe get alcohol poisoning and die.
Two days.
All he could think about was his new-found hate for the man responsible. Clint Barton. The name sent anger flowing through his veins. But...he knew, deep down, it was an accident. But that wouldn't quell his vengeful feelings. Only the fact that Amelia had been good friends with the man would stop him. Only the fact that his daughter was still living, and that she needed him. That was the only thing that kept him from pulling the trigger. That morning, even, he had had the muzzle digging into his temple, his finger trembeling on the trigger.
He heard Bruce...but not really. He didn't even shift in his chair as he friend took a seat beside him. His eyes didn't flicker from the coffee table, a picture of the four of them on their wedding day staring him in the face... [/color] |
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Post by brucewayne on Oct 28, 2012 15:36:28 GMT -5
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BRUCE WAYNE. BATMAN. GOTHAM'S DARK KNIGHT.
"John...maybe...maybe there's a chance...a chance she could come back..." Bruce knew that John himself had come back because of a Goddess named Hel. The same one that nearly killed Hailey and his sons. He hated saying something like that and then it not being true, but there was hope wasn't there?
He sighed. He had made sure to lock away all his weapons, even kitchen knives. He wasn't going to let John hurt himself. There just had to be a way Amelia could come back.
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Post by John Blake on Oct 28, 2012 15:47:03 GMT -5
John bit his lip, so hard he drew blood. But he didn't even feel it as the crimson drops dripped from his lip. It didn't matter. "Amelia..." The second word of the only eight he had said in the last two days. NO! Amelia.... I love you... I miss you... Being the words.
He couldn't tear his eyes from her picture. They both looked so happy. So alive....So.....alive.. The tears fell faster as he looked at the cake stains on her dress, and his suit.
Could she come back? Could his heart beat again? Was it possible that Hel would grant him his life a second time? Life without Amelia...it just wasn't worth it.
His head wouldn't turn... His lower lip trembled as he let himself slide off the couch and kneel in front of the coffee table. He said her name again in soft anguish before slamming his head on the hard wood table in front of the frame. He didn't move, and he never actually felt the sharp pain of the impact. Then again...all he felt now was the never ending throb of anguish... |
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Post by brucewayne on Oct 28, 2012 15:56:04 GMT -5
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BRUCE WAYNE. BATMAN. GOTHAM'S DARK KNIGHT.
Bruce sighed. "John none of us loved her as you did, but we all feel the same..we all miss her. But I'm not going to let you kill yourself when Hel is still out there some where and she can bring Amelia back. I know she can." The trouble was finding Hel. He hated her. He was pretty sure she hated him. But that didn't matter he was going to do all he could to get Amelia back at John's side.
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Post by John Blake on Oct 28, 2012 16:12:42 GMT -5
John didn't move for a moment. Then without looking he screamed: "You didn't love her like I did!" Most times he would have felt bad for screaming at his friend. But it was true. Bruce and Amelia were almost cousins. Amelia was his wife. His heart. His soul. No one could come close to how much he loved her. He didn't apologies as another wave of tears racked his shoulders. Sending them shaking with sobs. [/color] ((Ugh short)) |
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Post by brucewayne on Oct 28, 2012 16:22:13 GMT -5
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BRUCE WAYNE. BATMAN. GOTHAM'S DARK KNIGHT.
Bruce sighed, "I know...I know...she loved you John, with everything she had." He felt a tear slid down his cheek, but he wiped it hurriedly away. He let his friend cry. There wasn't much he could do to stop him. Bruce knew he'd be the same way if it'd been Hailey who died. The thought sent daggers through his heart.
(GAH BRUCEY MUSE COME BACK TO ME)
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Post by John Blake on Oct 28, 2012 16:29:05 GMT -5
John didn't listen as he forced himself up from the floor. He needed to clear his mind. But it hadn't been clear since she...she died... He ran for the door, slamming into it, as he couldn't quite remember how to open the door. A sigh of how far gone he already was without her.
He managed to yank it open. Gordon wouldn't even let him set foot int the Police Station, let alone give him the keys to his cruiser. Or give him his standard issue pistol. But that didn't matter. He had a car. He had a gun.
He left the door open as he ran down the street, tripping on the stones in the decor, he fell to his knees, slicing his pants and legs on the sharp asphalt. But he didn't care.
He didn't even feel it as blood started to drip from a few cuts on his legs. He let himself fall forward and slowly curled himself into the fetal position, crying. |
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Post by brucewayne on Oct 28, 2012 16:42:31 GMT -5
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BRUCE WAYNE. BATMAN. GOTHAM'S DARK KNIGHT.
"John!" cried Bruce as he tried to grab his friend's arm but John was gone and out the door. Bruce ran after him, he had to make sure that John didn't kill himself. When he made it to his friend's side he said, "John, there's a chance she can come back. There's a chance! We just need to find Hel! Come on John, don't give up.
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Post by John Blake on Oct 28, 2012 17:03:43 GMT -5
John didn't move, or attempt to say a thing. Maybe if he laid here long enough, something would run him over. Maybe his suffering could end. Hel had been unaccounted for for so long...was it possible she stilled cared?
He managed to regain his will and dragged himself from the curb, where he lay flat on his face. He didn't care about himself. The physical pain was a relief to the mental and emotional one he felt. [/color] |
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Post by brucewayne on Oct 28, 2012 17:35:21 GMT -5
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BRUCE WAYNE. BATMAN. GOTHAM'S DARK KNIGHT.
Bruce sighed. "John none of us loved her as you did, but we all feel the same..we all miss her. But I'm not going to let you kill yourself when Hel is still out there some where and she can bring Amelia back. I know she can.
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Post by John Blake on Oct 29, 2012 18:05:08 GMT -5
John let a tormented sigh slip past his lips as he dragged himself to the curb more, relishing the feeling of the asphalt cutting up his legs.
He turned his head to look Bruce in the eyes. "How do you know we'll find her? How do you know she'll help?" His voice rose in pain, and agony...Emotional.
He curled back into a ball, sliding his hand into his mouth between his teeth and biting down, feeling the points on his teeth breaking into his skin. He winced slightly, but it was a relief from the mental and emotional pain he felt. Maybe, as time progressed, he would be more violet with his release of pain...Maybe he would go on a rampage....Get himself throw into a jail, then piss off a prisoner and get himself murdered in jail.
He sighed in pain as he bit down harder, tasting the irony blood from his hand seep into his mouth. He sighed around his hand and slowly lifted his teeth from his skin, moving his hand away so he would not see what he had done. "I....I.....I can't live without her....The pain....it's just a relief from what I feel without her....dead....empty......gone....worthless.....lost.....nothing.....just half of what was one real...." He sighed again as he pulled himself into a sitting position.. [/color] |
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