Mr.HamCustoms
EWSG Batman Vol 1. #7 "Olympus has fallen"
“Hello Bruce”
And with those words, a dozen turrets rise from the floor, and begin firing. My suit is pelted with bullets, and before a full system failure occurs, I leap through the window, a bloodied mess. I press my wrist, and the batwing flies to me, and I land in the cockpit.
I have the batwing autopilot itself to Wayne Tower, and it drops me off at the helipad. I begin to crawl to the penthouse, leaving a bloody trail behind me. Alfred sees me, and opens the door. He runs over to me, and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
He brings me into the safe room, and lays me on the medbay. He injects an Iv into my arm, and everything goes black.
I slowly open my eyes, and try to get up, but the pain is too much. I scream in agony as Alfred rushes into the room. He's followed by a Woman in a blazer and brown boots. Selina Kyle.
“What happened, Alfred?”
“You were shot Sir, multiple places. If it wasn't for the suit, you'd be dead by now.”
I look to my left to see the dented and destroyed piece of scrap I used to call a suit.
“Mr. Lynns has used the time you've been out to make a replacement. Several modifications are in place as well.”
Selina turns to me.
“Can you give us a moment, Alfred?”
She says. And with that, Alfred leaves the safe room.
“Why are you here Selina.”
“Alfred called me, he said you might not make it. You've been out for almost three weeks Bruce. I can't begin to know how four bullet wounds feels.”
“I don't need your sympa-”
Alfred bursts into the room.
“Sir, you may want to see this.”
I roll out of the bed, a grab the cane next to my bed. I limp out into the main room to see the news on.
“Breaking news, Bruce Wayne's previous residence, and the house of the Wayne legacy, Wayne manor, has been attacked. It seems that there were four explosives placed in the estate, and they were set off today. At first we suspected this to be a terrorist attack, but with evidence released by Commissioner James Gordon, it seems that an ex-Wayne Tech employee, Abner Krill, has attempted to murder Bruce Wayne. We have confirmation that Bruce was in his penthouse on Wayne Tower when the attack occurred. Stay tuned for upcoming details.”
I turn the TV off, and stare at the painting of my parents and I. We all seemed so happy then. I turn my head to the left to see the old photograph of Gotham from Wayne Tower. It was so bright. So clean and refined. Something that this Gotham cannot be right now.
But maybe in time, I can restore it to its former glory. Maybe in time.
EWSG Batman Vol 1. #7 "Olympus has fallen"
“Hello Bruce”
And with those words, a dozen turrets rise from the floor, and begin firing. My suit is pelted with bullets, and before a full system failure occurs, I leap through the window, a bloodied mess. I press my wrist, and the batwing flies to me, and I land in the cockpit.
I have the batwing autopilot itself to Wayne Tower, and it drops me off at the helipad. I begin to crawl to the penthouse, leaving a bloody trail behind me. Alfred sees me, and opens the door. He runs over to me, and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
He brings me into the safe room, and lays me on the medbay. He injects an Iv into my arm, and everything goes black.
I slowly open my eyes, and try to get up, but the pain is too much. I scream in agony as Alfred rushes into the room. He's followed by a Woman in a blazer and brown boots. Selina Kyle.
“What happened, Alfred?”
“You were shot Sir, multiple places. If it wasn't for the suit, you'd be dead by now.”
I look to my left to see the dented and destroyed piece of scrap I used to call a suit.
“Mr. Lynns has used the time you've been out to make a replacement. Several modifications are in place as well.”
Selina turns to me.
“Can you give us a moment, Alfred?”
She says. And with that, Alfred leaves the safe room.
“Why are you here Selina.”
“Alfred called me, he said you might not make it. You've been out for almost three weeks Bruce. I can't begin to know how four bullet wounds feels.”
“I don't need your sympa-”
Alfred bursts into the room.
“Sir, you may want to see this.”
I roll out of the bed, a grab the cane next to my bed. I limp out into the main room to see the news on.
“Breaking news, Bruce Wayne's previous residence, and the house of the Wayne legacy, Wayne manor, has been attacked. It seems that there were four explosives placed in the estate, and they were set off today. At first we suspected this to be a terrorist attack, but with evidence released by Commissioner James Gordon, it seems that an ex-Wayne Tech employee, Abner Krill, has attempted to murder Bruce Wayne. We have confirmation that Bruce was in his penthouse on Wayne Tower when the attack occurred. Stay tuned for upcoming details.”
I turn the TV off, and stare at the painting of my parents and I. We all seemed so happy then. I turn my head to the left to see the old photograph of Gotham from Wayne Tower. It was so bright. So clean and refined. Something that this Gotham cannot be right now.
But maybe in time, I can restore it to its former glory. Maybe in time.