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Finally Bruce Wayne was able to be his real self. That self wasn’t the playboy who bought what he wasn’t allowed to have on impulse or ran a multi-billion industry that was involved in everything and anything there was to be involved in, in the business world. No the real Bruce Wayne was the man in black Kevlar with the pointy ears and almost inhuman drive for justice. Albeit, his brand of justice was darker and harsher than most, but it never ended in death and it never would.

A soft thump was heard as Batman landed on one of the steeper parts of the roof of the castle and he started sliding down it. When he found out about this place he was just here to gather information on magic, learn to use it, learn it’s origins, and then he was planning on going home. This wasn’t his city, this was someone else’s. It wasn’t his place to interfere in the politics and the criminal scene that was going on here. It already had it’s heroes. That being said, the bat suit was packed anyways. Even if this wasn’t his city, if he saw a crime being committed he wasn’t going to turn his back on it.

No crime had been committed that he had witnessed yet, but he was still wearing his costume. When he wore this costume he felt like himself. This was who he was and it represented what he planned on doing for the rest of his life. Right now he was feeling out the castle, learning the layout, the surface of the roof, the different angles, and any weak spots the roof might have, like a tile out of place or some part of the structure that was under supported. It always important to be aware of one’s surroundings and master it. That would give him the advantage or not handicap him if he came across a villain that knew the layout of the castle well and was adapted to fighting on the different surfaces.

But something told him he wouldn’t be dealing with villains any time soon. No, right now the biggest thing he had to deal with was problems his self in other universes created. At first he was angry with them because they blew his identity and let everyone in the school know that Batman was not a myth or a mystical creature, he was flesh and bone. That meant he could be hurt and he wasn’t immortal. It took away the fear the myth created and it also put those he cared for in danger. While he was still angry with them, it was slowly growing less intense. They had been through a lot in their life and they needed some kind of resolution with Bruce Wayne. While he wasn’t their Bruce, he might be able to help them out in some ways. He wasn’t going to spoon feed them or tell them that his Bruce was wrong to treat them the way he did, but he wasn’t going to turn his back on them. He was going to find out if the other Bruce’s had been unfair and uncaring, or if the Robins weren’t cut out for the job.

That was assuming they ever cared about his opinion. He wasn’t their Bruce and he wasn’t going to act like their Bruce either. From what Tim told him, there were similarities between himself and the other Bruces. But unlike them he occasionally liked to crack a joke and have fun. He didn’t hold ungodly expectations; Jim Gordon was no superman but in Bruce’s eyes, he was one of the most honorable and competent men he had ever met. And then there was Rachel; she had been fighting the good fight all her life with no thanks or rewards and knew how to keep him in line. They were going to pick up on these differences and make their own judgments.

Sigh. Bats finally stopped running around when he reached the end of the roof and he leapt off of it. From the air he grabbed his grapping hook gun and fired it at a gargoyle. The hook wrapped around it and he was able to pull himself and swing up onto the gargoyle and crouch on it. From this view point he could see all of the grounds and most of the Forbidden forest. Hm, one of these days he’d have to check that place out. But for now he needed to concentrate on this place and learn all that he could so that if the dark forces here ever spread to the world he was from, he’d be ready for it and able to protect Gotham.



[Cut because it got a little lengthy, but Bruce likes his brooding! Mostly closed narrative, but open to any of the Batfamily if they happen to be prowling/brooding on the roof]