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Justice League #1: Memorial
Wayne Manor 5PJL
I never thought this day would come. That’s what I keep telling myself, but deep down I know the truth. This day was inevitable ever since Bruce chose to put on that cape and cowl. We all knew it was inevitable. Amongst what the world considers gods, it was an inevitability that one day he would fall in the line of duty. I kept telling myself that they’re all just like me. Infallible, untouchable. But life has a horrific way of reminding of me just who I am. I walk out of a battle unscathed. No marks, no bruises. Bruce would walk out battered, bruised and in some of the worst cases with broken bones. Despite all that though, I always told myself that he’d out live all of us. I guess it was just a case that we all thought he was far too stubborn to die.
We were wrong.
Despite all the things I thought it would take to bring Bruce down I never thought it would be a bullet that would manage it. Yet at the same time it somewhat makes sense. It was a bullet that took Bruce’s parents away from him, and in a way it seems fitting that it is also a bullet that takes him away from us. But just as Bruce’s parents died defending him that night in Crime alley, Bruce gave his life to protect an innocent man from being assassinated. They would be proud of him. I think. I never had a chance to meet them before their deaths but I’m certain they would have been proud of him for all that’s done.
Most people believe that when Bruce Wayne dies he’ll have a huge funeral to commemorate his passing, with people from far and wide coming to pay their respects to them. But for those of us who knew Bruce, we know exactly what he would of wanted, as does Alfred. Possibly the closest person to Bruce and the only person he would trust with his funeral. It’s just as Bruce would have wanted. Quiet. Private. Surrounded by his friends. That’s just what Alfred has done.
It’s a small ceremony with few guests. Diana, Arthur, Barry and Hal. I’m certain Victor was invited also so it’s rather odd that he would miss such an important event to the man who helped free him from government control. But I suppose that even whilst mourning, the Justice League must always have someone on monitor duty. Beyond the members of the League I also recognize Dick and Tim out of costumes in black suits, rather odd especially given how Bruce is still in his suit but I’m certain he would have preferred to have been buried in it. I also recognize Jim Gordon the police commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department. I knew he and Bruce were friends, but I never knew that Jim knew that Bruce was Batman. I guess they were closer allies than I first thought.
The ceremony is short and to the point. A lot like Bruce himself. It’s quick and civil with a few friendly words from everyone.
Diana honors him as a warrior.
Barry honors him as the world’s greatest detective.
Hal honors him as a protector of the right.
Arthur honors him as a fair and just ruler.
Jim honors him as the savior of Gotham.
I choose not to give him all these fancy titles, as I know Bruce would want nothing less than to be given all these titles. He hated being referred to as the Dark Knight. He hated it when people gave him the nickname of the world’s greatest detective. But there’s one name I’m sure Bruce would have loved to of been called. A name I doubt he got very often from fighting the crimes of Gotham.
A good man.
The ceremony concludes and the League prepare to go their own separate ways until we’re next needed. Barry’s needed in central city. Hal’s been given a report of unexpected solar activity from our sun. Diana has been summoned back to Themyscira for a new assignment from her mother. Arthur has vowed to help young Tim protect Gotham with Bruce’s passing, and I want to find out why Victor missed the funeral before heading back to Metropolis…..
Justice League #1: Memorial
Wayne Manor 5PJL
I never thought this day would come. That’s what I keep telling myself, but deep down I know the truth. This day was inevitable ever since Bruce chose to put on that cape and cowl. We all knew it was inevitable. Amongst what the world considers gods, it was an inevitability that one day he would fall in the line of duty. I kept telling myself that they’re all just like me. Infallible, untouchable. But life has a horrific way of reminding of me just who I am. I walk out of a battle unscathed. No marks, no bruises. Bruce would walk out battered, bruised and in some of the worst cases with broken bones. Despite all that though, I always told myself that he’d out live all of us. I guess it was just a case that we all thought he was far too stubborn to die.
We were wrong.
Despite all the things I thought it would take to bring Bruce down I never thought it would be a bullet that would manage it. Yet at the same time it somewhat makes sense. It was a bullet that took Bruce’s parents away from him, and in a way it seems fitting that it is also a bullet that takes him away from us. But just as Bruce’s parents died defending him that night in Crime alley, Bruce gave his life to protect an innocent man from being assassinated. They would be proud of him. I think. I never had a chance to meet them before their deaths but I’m certain they would have been proud of him for all that’s done.
Most people believe that when Bruce Wayne dies he’ll have a huge funeral to commemorate his passing, with people from far and wide coming to pay their respects to them. But for those of us who knew Bruce, we know exactly what he would of wanted, as does Alfred. Possibly the closest person to Bruce and the only person he would trust with his funeral. It’s just as Bruce would have wanted. Quiet. Private. Surrounded by his friends. That’s just what Alfred has done.
It’s a small ceremony with few guests. Diana, Arthur, Barry and Hal. I’m certain Victor was invited also so it’s rather odd that he would miss such an important event to the man who helped free him from government control. But I suppose that even whilst mourning, the Justice League must always have someone on monitor duty. Beyond the members of the League I also recognize Dick and Tim out of costumes in black suits, rather odd especially given how Bruce is still in his suit but I’m certain he would have preferred to have been buried in it. I also recognize Jim Gordon the police commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department. I knew he and Bruce were friends, but I never knew that Jim knew that Bruce was Batman. I guess they were closer allies than I first thought.
The ceremony is short and to the point. A lot like Bruce himself. It’s quick and civil with a few friendly words from everyone.
Diana honors him as a warrior.
Barry honors him as the world’s greatest detective.
Hal honors him as a protector of the right.
Arthur honors him as a fair and just ruler.
Jim honors him as the savior of Gotham.
I choose not to give him all these fancy titles, as I know Bruce would want nothing less than to be given all these titles. He hated being referred to as the Dark Knight. He hated it when people gave him the nickname of the world’s greatest detective. But there’s one name I’m sure Bruce would have loved to of been called. A name I doubt he got very often from fighting the crimes of Gotham.
A good man.
The ceremony concludes and the League prepare to go their own separate ways until we’re next needed. Barry’s needed in central city. Hal’s been given a report of unexpected solar activity from our sun. Diana has been summoned back to Themyscira for a new assignment from her mother. Arthur has vowed to help young Tim protect Gotham with Bruce’s passing, and I want to find out why Victor missed the funeral before heading back to Metropolis…..