My Arkham Beyond fan fic (Continues after Arkham Knight)

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Hello there I have been working on a fan fic novel called Arkham Beyond, which happens to tell the tale of Terry McGinnis from Batman Beyond. I have been a fan of the Beyond series and have pondered many times on why they have let such a good series go to waste. Here is the prologue to my novel. It mostly has the events at the end of Arkham Knight so if you have not played the game or know of the ending do not keep reading. I'm posting this to see if any of you can spot any errors that I have not seen or put some input on what I could do to word it better or general thoughts on where I should go with it.

 

Prologue: The Death of Bruce Wayne

 

“It’s time for Knightfall.” Bruce Wayne said to Alfred through his communication earpiece while standing atop the GCPD building. The wind blew vigorously making his cape strafe to his left for a moment. Then the wind calmed lowering his cape down aligning with his form. He glanced at the bat signal for a moment, pressed a button on the side of his mask releasing the grip on his head, and then took the mask off. Bruce held the cowl in his hands staring at it in disbelief that after all these years it was finally over. Not only did everyone in Gotham know who he was, but he was convinced that he no longer can take the role of caretaker for this city. As he gazed upon the mask he didn’t just see an item to hide his identity. He had seen a reflection of himself. For many years he not only took on this identity but it took apart of him away. At times he believed that he was no longer Bruce Wayne. For the first time in a long time he felt that gut wrenching feeling he once had when his parents were taken from him.

 

Bruce dropped the mask down to his side and once again stared at the bat signal. Then with an overwhelming sigh he released the mask from his grip and turned to face the city of Gotham. He heard the cowl bounce a couple times behind him creating a clanking noise with the metal he stood upon. The night was thick and rich. Only the lights from the buildings and the bat signal behind him pierced the veil of darkness illuminating the abyss. He pressed the communication piece in his ear to contact Jim Gordon. “It’s done. Gotham is safe.” Never did he ever expect to say those words.

 

“Thank you Bruce, for everything.” Gordon replied.

 

“Good-bye Jim.” Bruce said ending the conversation. An ear piercing sound echoed in the distance. When he looked over he saw the bat wing making its way toward him. He didn’t dare look at his city again.

 

The bat wing finally made its way to him and hovered over his head for a moment. Bruce reached down to his utility belt and grabbed his bat claw. Aiming it to the sky he hooked it onto the batwing and began to ascend into the aircraft, immediately launching toward Wayne manor. The bat signal shattered from the force of the thrusters on the back of the bat wing.

 

As he flew he saw below him a swarm of police cars with their lights on and sirens roaring take over the streets. They wanted their city back willing to go the distance to get it. Within moments he had reached his destination. A swarm of news reporters smothered the land outside his front gates. You would have thought that there wasn’t a speck of land to see with how many there were. Many struggled to reach the gates in hope of an interview with the caped crusader, but when he had landed he had shown no interest in feeding the mob. He only gave them a look like he had failed them all. Bruce slowly walked up the steps of his mansion one last time.

Alfred met him at the front door, “Are you sure you want to do this Master Bruce?” He wasted no time asking. Rhetorical questions are quite the irony.

 

“I’ve got to. It’s the only way to protect them.” He finished as he walked through the broad wooden doors, placing his hand on Alfred’s shoulder for a moment then continuing on.

 

“Very well.” Alfred said disappointingly.

 

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Gordon made his way into the GCPD, and instantly walked back to his office where Barbara was. She sat in her wheel chair in front of a 22 inch T.V. that every once in a while gave out a static noise. “What are you watching?” He asked her. He looked at the screen, no longer needing an answer, but she gave one anyway.

 

“Bruce just made it back to his house. Not too long ago he walked inside.” She answered turning the volume up. Gordon folded his arms focusing his attention to the T.V.

 

A reporter named Vicky Vale appeared on the screen. “We just saw Bruce Wayne, now known to be the masked vigilante Batman, enter his home refusing to comm-“ but before she could finish her statement the mansion exploded immediately engulfing the mansion in flames. The fires from the explosions reflected in Barbara’s glasses. Many gave out screams at the gates and began to flee the scene. The camera soon cut out and the transmission was lost. Barbara reached up and turned the T.V. off, then dropped her head.

 

Jim Gordon in shock made his way to his chair behind his desk, stumbling a couple times from feeling so weak, and then flopped down into his leather seat. He patted his front pockets searching for his tobacco pipe. It took him a couple times before he remembered it had fallen out during the escapade with Scarecrow. Thank god he kept a spare one in the desk. Jim opened up the top drawer; it gave out a slight shrieking noise, and took out the pipe inside of it along with his pipe tobacco. He placed a pinch into the bowl and struck a match against the matchbook in his other hand. With shaking hands he struggled to light the bowl, but eventually managed to get it sparked. His face illuminated from the embers of the pipe. After a long puff he finally exhaled the smoke, calming his nerves. “This is how it happened…… This is how the Batman died.” He couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth.

 

Barbara looked over at him, rolled her chair to the side of his desk, and placed her hand on his knee. She had nothing to say. What could she say to fill the void in her father’s heart, to fill the void in her heart? Barbara simply gave a weak smile, and then left the room to leave him in peace. Leaving the building she entered the alleyway next to the GCPD building. She reached into her pocket for her phone and began to call someone. The person she called answered, “Hello? Barbara?”

 

“Amanda Waller…… Initiate Project Batman Beyond.”