Post by Batman (Bruce Wayne) on Mar 9, 2015 5:04:35 GMT -5
WANTED: Bruce Wayne
Part 1 - Crime of Passion
"-Bruce...-Bruce..." is the name she whispers out as tears scroll down her face and her blood stained hand clenches his cotton white dress shirt. The look of fear and desire, her lips barely quiver, her body rests motionless on the rug of dark blue and tan trimming. His senses are twisted into a rancid memory of a woman with gold hair, a beautiful dress collapsing to the ground beside her fallen husband. A helpless boy lands upon both of them clenching them to stay with him in his greatest moment of horror. He is no longer aiding a lover through death, he doesn't have time to mourn, only time for work. Her beautiful white blouse marked with three bullet entries, .38 caliber. Based on blood loss and impact, she was left on the floor for approximately 10 minutes before he arrived. His hands clench to her shoulder blades trying to keep her alive long enough to talk to him about the killer. He barely noticed it upon entering the crime scene, but when he felt two powerful arms grab him from behind he spotted the murder weapon; a glock 38 the scent of sulfur and smoke burning from the barrel still fresh and cold as the metal shackles placed on his wrists. He hears the words as a world of black and white, muted from sound, finally snaps him back to reality. "Bruce Wayne, you're under arrest for the murder of Vesper Fairchild..."
"Joan Lincoln reporting live from GCPD HQ, where it is confirmed that Bruce Wayne is in custody for the murder of former lover, Vesper Fairchild. Sources say that Wayne and his body guard Sasha Bordeaux have conspired to kill Fairchild after luring her to Wayne Manor. Forensic evidence implicate Wayne as the shooter and further analysis indicates Wayne and Bordeaux were possibly lovers due to clothing articles and other evidence in Wayne's bedroom. The prosecutor is likely to press that this was a crime of passion..."
Their interrogation goes unanswered as his mind travels back to that grim day. "Hey kid, did you get a look at his face? What color eyes did he have? What was he wearing? Come on, kid we can't help you if you don't help us." "Pfft, give the kid a day or two, with all that money he'll forget about them and move on to sports cars and women in no time." ............. "Hey Bruce..." He snaps back to walking down the blue hallways escorted by officers in white uniforms and black pants. "Welcome to Blackgate, Brucey!" An inmate calls out. "Hey it's about time true justice is served!" "You're gonna be my bitch, Wayne!" He's walked into a cell and as lonely as Vesper felt with her eyes gazing upon him those iron gates shut with fate as sealed as Vesper's. In the darkness he is left cold sitting upon an empty bed mattress with his eyes closed as he feels her grip losing strength upon his shoulder. In the halls of cheering and roaring inmates he whispers quietly to a ghost. "Vesper..."
48 hours earlier...He was lying in bed staring at the ceiling with his arm wrapped around Sasha, her blonde locks resting peacefully upon his chest. His emotions were twisted and torn...Thoughts about Selina and Helena lingered in his mind once more. The words from Helena struck Bruce at an odd angle, the evidence itself was all the more telling. It single handily stopped Vesper and Bruce's relationship along with the threat upon his life. Vesper understood Bruce wanting distance from her due to an assassination attempt. What was she supposed to think when rumors of Bruce and his bodyguard were dating? Or other rumors of Bruce and Julie Madison were also dating?
Coincidence that she arrived at Wayne Manor unexpected to find both women in the company of Bruce. Distraught and broken, Vesper left in a fit of anguish that upset Julie as well. Only Sasha knew the truth. His hands holding hers only days prior as he spoke. "Sasha, I have feelings for you too, but I'm in love with Vesper and I've committed myself to her. I'm going to ask her to marry me." the disappointment hurt her, but her respect and trust for Bruce made her accept this decision. Once Vesper had broken off their relationship, Bruce and Sasha found themselves unrestricted and a possible brighter future together. She sighed gently with a smile upon her as a hand caressed his scarred chest. One woman's heartbreak was another's bliss. Why did he let her go? Perhaps Vesper deserved a better life than the one Bruce could give her, one free of concern and worry, doubt of his return after every adventure and mystery. Maybe over time he would sacrifice the cowl for her...That's what this is about, isn't it?
The identity he immersed himself in, to become something more. He couldn't allow that to be threatened and Vesper was a threat to it, to everything he had built here as the dark knight. It was best that he let her go and try to start something new, to forsake destiny with Selina and control his fate and write his own destiny. "Good morning." Bruce didn't speak only rolled his head to nudge her forehead with his nose like an intimate nod of recognition. It was in the living room, over breakfast that Sasha walked over carrying a tray of coffee, eggs, bacon, and toast, wearing just Bruce's dress shirt and a pair of underwear she placed a tray on the coffee table and curled herself beside him, picking up a piece of toast he began to munch on as Bruce wrapped his arm around her waist and gently rubbed her side. "I just got off the phone with Alfred...he'll be back in another four weeks." "Mm. So until then we have the whole place to ourselves?" "Well, so long as the kids are away." Bruce spoke in a matter of fact tone that was more like Batman than himself. Sasha gave a gentle nod before nudging him with her elbow. "Well, never fear...Between Batman and a retired SWAT..." She leaned her lips to bite his jawline. "...I think we're pretty safe and alone here."
His teeth tightened against each opposing match as he gently purred and turned his head to kiss her. She tossed the piece of toast onto the tray and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down onto the couch. That night phone rang and Bruce picked it up. "Bruce, listen...I've had some time to think...can we talk? I want to give you a chance..." "Vesper...We have already broken up...things have gotten complicated and I..." "Bruce, I understand...I freaked out and overreacted. I'm willing to hear you out, ok? Can we just talk? Whatever you've done in the past...I accept that and as long as it stays in the past we can get by it. I love you, Bruce. And I don't want to lose you."
It was the following day Bruce sat down and explained to Sasha everything...She was upset, saddened, and angry as well. "Sasha, I've decided to be with you instead. While I thought I wanted to marry Vesper, I've chosen to be with you. And we're now...wrapped up in our own relationship. I won't abandon you, Sasha...You've been a good friend and an excellent partner." Were Bruce's words to her that ended the conversation. They had lunch together and rescued some children from a child abductor. They rode back to Wayne Manor after changing attire at the bat bunker. They began walking up the front staircase when Sasha stopped Bruce by the door and looked at him, gripping his collar before brushing his neck and shoulders. "Look, Bruce...I love you. But I can't ask for you to condemn yourself marriage to a woman you love." "Sasha..." Bruce whispered shaking his head. Sasha sniffled and raised her finger. "No. I'm not done. Bruce, as your girlfriend it's my job to support you and remind you of who you are. To standby that person. And as your bodyguard..." Sasha stepped back from Bruce. "...It's my job to protect you. And this is a mistake that will only hurt you. Having one day with you was enough to know that you deserve to be happy with someone you could spend the rest of your life with. Please don't make this harder on me than it needs to be. Second chances for true love only happen in fairy-tales, Bruce. You're being given a second chance. Don't waste it."
Bruce's eyes couldn't do anything except admire the strength of Sasha, standing at 5'7" and straight shoulders like the soldier she was. Sasha glanced at the door and spoke. "Go get her back, Bruce." A smile formed on Bruce's lips as he studied Sasha. "Thank you." He turned and reached to the door to open it as he stepped inside he saw her, Vesper lying in a pool of her own blood. Sasha immediately looked over her shoulder to see two police cars racing down the driveway, her gaze fell upon the crime scene and she froze as two police officers grabbed Bruce by the biceps and pulled him away from Vesper. The surreal feeling of the entire moment felt like the dominoes of a nightmare that would never end. As they were escorted into a police car, cuffed and later interrogated by the police. Sasha was pressured by the D.A to give up Bruce, evidence implicating Bruce as the sole conspirator in the act, but her vow of silence painted her as an accessory. All she would admit was that she was with Bruce and that he didn't kill her.
He sits upon a cafeteria table eating his bowl of soup when five men wearing Nazi ink circle around him. "Hey, Brucey boy...You're new here so we'll give you the run down. We understand you've gunned down your white girlfriend like a nigger...We're willing to pardon your actions and even..." the spokesmen gave Bruce a pat on the shoulder. "A pardon for your actions and some protection while you're here." Bruce continued eating his soup when one of the men grabbed Bruce's hand and held it down with a large grip and forceful amount of unfocused energy. The playboy allowed his hand to be easily manipulated as the men took his soup and began eating it. Another came up behind Bruce to begin massaging his shoulders. Bruce finally recognized their existence by looking to their leader. "How much would this protection cost me?" "Well, for someone like you...maybe 5 grand a month, starting out of course. Also your loyalty to the cause. Be a true patriot for a white America." Bruce would look away and speak coldly. "I'm sorry, but I do my best work in the dark and my lawyer is already in talks with the D.A I will be out of here--..." A punch struck Bruce in the stomach tossing him backwards and out of his seat. "There's a system in here, Wayne. Your ass is ours whether you like it or not. And I'll be back for that ass soon."
The Aryans began walking off leaving Bruce on the floor as two guards began patrolling around to Bruce. "What's going on Wayne?" A cold glance from Bruce made the guards chuckle. "Listen, if you've got trouble, maybe we could work something out. Help you along and protect you, yeah?" the guards whispered to Bruce, prompting the playboy to get off the ground. "Oh? I suppose your going to offer protection for a fee." The guard smirked. "Its not an offer, Wayne. It's a matter of life and death." "No, thanks. I can take care of myself." "Don't get wise with us, Wayne. You talk to anyone about this shit and your ass will be strapped up in the shower, buck naked and ready to serve."
'The corruption in Gotham extends to every level of its infrastructure. I'm confined and trapped here so long as I'm Bruce Wayne. This is a weakness. Up until now Bruce Wayne was an accessory, a mask used to protect those I love and care about. So that I could protect others and inspire hope...Now Bruce Wayne is a liability. In here I'm nothing but a prime target for these animals, I could take down every single person in this prison facility, but I can't because I'm Bruce Wayne.' Bruce lowered his head, as the rising moonlight shines through a barred window. 'To add to the mockery there are at least 5 ways out of my cell, but I can't escape as Bruce Wayne without surrendering my secret identity.'
When morning came, Bruce was brought into the interrogation room where his lawyer began speaking. "This doesn't look good, Mr. Wayne...If we plead guilty, I think we can get a reduced sentence from 25 to-..." "I need you to contact Sasha's lawyer and pass a message to Sasha." The lawyer adjusted his glasses and began pulling out his black pen and a piece of paper. "Go on?" Bruce's hardened and cold expression stared at the foggy window that was barely permitting sunlight through. "We'll get through this, I won't forget or leave her." "Got it...Your hearing is in 2 months. You should know that Gotham City laws hold Ms. Bordeaux as an accomplish in this murder and the court may seek the death penalty since this is a high profile case. If you two plead guilty, the death penalty comes off the table." Bruce shook his head. "I need you to arrange for a meeting between myself and Sasha and the D.A...After you've delivered the message to her."
In the Batcave, Alfred and Tim sat by the bat-computer. "Its impossible...All evidence is pointing to Bruce...Finger prints on the gun, the registry...When did Bruce buy a gun?" "Master Bruce has a collection of firearms, as do I. Most are ineffective and not functioning, Master Wayne had their pins and firing mechanisms removed." "Which means someone had to of stolen a gun from his collection and re-install the firing mechanism." "Astute as ever, Master Drake." "Bruce is always telling us, look at the facts...Don't use your heart when analyzing the clues...but I can't help it. Bruce would never kill someone let alone like this!" "I know, Timothy. But for lack objection, you've only known him for a little less than a year. Perhaps that should make you more objective-..." "No! Alfred, I may have known Bruce for less than a year, but I've *known* Batman for at least 5 years. I've followed him on every case, I've seen him and Dick working together. I don't need to look at the facts to prove Bruce guilty, I need to look at the facts to prove Bruce innocent."
Hours later, Bruce and Sasha sat in an interrogation room with their lawyers, Their hands were exchanged as Bruce spoke. "I need you to back me up on this." "Bruce, its my job to protect you, remember? I trust you with my life." Bruce smiled softly when the D.A walked into the room with one assistant.
Part 1 - Crime of Passion
"-Bruce...-Bruce..." is the name she whispers out as tears scroll down her face and her blood stained hand clenches his cotton white dress shirt. The look of fear and desire, her lips barely quiver, her body rests motionless on the rug of dark blue and tan trimming. His senses are twisted into a rancid memory of a woman with gold hair, a beautiful dress collapsing to the ground beside her fallen husband. A helpless boy lands upon both of them clenching them to stay with him in his greatest moment of horror. He is no longer aiding a lover through death, he doesn't have time to mourn, only time for work. Her beautiful white blouse marked with three bullet entries, .38 caliber. Based on blood loss and impact, she was left on the floor for approximately 10 minutes before he arrived. His hands clench to her shoulder blades trying to keep her alive long enough to talk to him about the killer. He barely noticed it upon entering the crime scene, but when he felt two powerful arms grab him from behind he spotted the murder weapon; a glock 38 the scent of sulfur and smoke burning from the barrel still fresh and cold as the metal shackles placed on his wrists. He hears the words as a world of black and white, muted from sound, finally snaps him back to reality. "Bruce Wayne, you're under arrest for the murder of Vesper Fairchild..."
"Joan Lincoln reporting live from GCPD HQ, where it is confirmed that Bruce Wayne is in custody for the murder of former lover, Vesper Fairchild. Sources say that Wayne and his body guard Sasha Bordeaux have conspired to kill Fairchild after luring her to Wayne Manor. Forensic evidence implicate Wayne as the shooter and further analysis indicates Wayne and Bordeaux were possibly lovers due to clothing articles and other evidence in Wayne's bedroom. The prosecutor is likely to press that this was a crime of passion..."
Their interrogation goes unanswered as his mind travels back to that grim day. "Hey kid, did you get a look at his face? What color eyes did he have? What was he wearing? Come on, kid we can't help you if you don't help us." "Pfft, give the kid a day or two, with all that money he'll forget about them and move on to sports cars and women in no time." ............. "Hey Bruce..." He snaps back to walking down the blue hallways escorted by officers in white uniforms and black pants. "Welcome to Blackgate, Brucey!" An inmate calls out. "Hey it's about time true justice is served!" "You're gonna be my bitch, Wayne!" He's walked into a cell and as lonely as Vesper felt with her eyes gazing upon him those iron gates shut with fate as sealed as Vesper's. In the darkness he is left cold sitting upon an empty bed mattress with his eyes closed as he feels her grip losing strength upon his shoulder. In the halls of cheering and roaring inmates he whispers quietly to a ghost. "Vesper..."
48 hours earlier...He was lying in bed staring at the ceiling with his arm wrapped around Sasha, her blonde locks resting peacefully upon his chest. His emotions were twisted and torn...Thoughts about Selina and Helena lingered in his mind once more. The words from Helena struck Bruce at an odd angle, the evidence itself was all the more telling. It single handily stopped Vesper and Bruce's relationship along with the threat upon his life. Vesper understood Bruce wanting distance from her due to an assassination attempt. What was she supposed to think when rumors of Bruce and his bodyguard were dating? Or other rumors of Bruce and Julie Madison were also dating?
Coincidence that she arrived at Wayne Manor unexpected to find both women in the company of Bruce. Distraught and broken, Vesper left in a fit of anguish that upset Julie as well. Only Sasha knew the truth. His hands holding hers only days prior as he spoke. "Sasha, I have feelings for you too, but I'm in love with Vesper and I've committed myself to her. I'm going to ask her to marry me." the disappointment hurt her, but her respect and trust for Bruce made her accept this decision. Once Vesper had broken off their relationship, Bruce and Sasha found themselves unrestricted and a possible brighter future together. She sighed gently with a smile upon her as a hand caressed his scarred chest. One woman's heartbreak was another's bliss. Why did he let her go? Perhaps Vesper deserved a better life than the one Bruce could give her, one free of concern and worry, doubt of his return after every adventure and mystery. Maybe over time he would sacrifice the cowl for her...That's what this is about, isn't it?
The identity he immersed himself in, to become something more. He couldn't allow that to be threatened and Vesper was a threat to it, to everything he had built here as the dark knight. It was best that he let her go and try to start something new, to forsake destiny with Selina and control his fate and write his own destiny. "Good morning." Bruce didn't speak only rolled his head to nudge her forehead with his nose like an intimate nod of recognition. It was in the living room, over breakfast that Sasha walked over carrying a tray of coffee, eggs, bacon, and toast, wearing just Bruce's dress shirt and a pair of underwear she placed a tray on the coffee table and curled herself beside him, picking up a piece of toast he began to munch on as Bruce wrapped his arm around her waist and gently rubbed her side. "I just got off the phone with Alfred...he'll be back in another four weeks." "Mm. So until then we have the whole place to ourselves?" "Well, so long as the kids are away." Bruce spoke in a matter of fact tone that was more like Batman than himself. Sasha gave a gentle nod before nudging him with her elbow. "Well, never fear...Between Batman and a retired SWAT..." She leaned her lips to bite his jawline. "...I think we're pretty safe and alone here."
His teeth tightened against each opposing match as he gently purred and turned his head to kiss her. She tossed the piece of toast onto the tray and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down onto the couch. That night phone rang and Bruce picked it up. "Bruce, listen...I've had some time to think...can we talk? I want to give you a chance..." "Vesper...We have already broken up...things have gotten complicated and I..." "Bruce, I understand...I freaked out and overreacted. I'm willing to hear you out, ok? Can we just talk? Whatever you've done in the past...I accept that and as long as it stays in the past we can get by it. I love you, Bruce. And I don't want to lose you."
It was the following day Bruce sat down and explained to Sasha everything...She was upset, saddened, and angry as well. "Sasha, I've decided to be with you instead. While I thought I wanted to marry Vesper, I've chosen to be with you. And we're now...wrapped up in our own relationship. I won't abandon you, Sasha...You've been a good friend and an excellent partner." Were Bruce's words to her that ended the conversation. They had lunch together and rescued some children from a child abductor. They rode back to Wayne Manor after changing attire at the bat bunker. They began walking up the front staircase when Sasha stopped Bruce by the door and looked at him, gripping his collar before brushing his neck and shoulders. "Look, Bruce...I love you. But I can't ask for you to condemn yourself marriage to a woman you love." "Sasha..." Bruce whispered shaking his head. Sasha sniffled and raised her finger. "No. I'm not done. Bruce, as your girlfriend it's my job to support you and remind you of who you are. To standby that person. And as your bodyguard..." Sasha stepped back from Bruce. "...It's my job to protect you. And this is a mistake that will only hurt you. Having one day with you was enough to know that you deserve to be happy with someone you could spend the rest of your life with. Please don't make this harder on me than it needs to be. Second chances for true love only happen in fairy-tales, Bruce. You're being given a second chance. Don't waste it."
Bruce's eyes couldn't do anything except admire the strength of Sasha, standing at 5'7" and straight shoulders like the soldier she was. Sasha glanced at the door and spoke. "Go get her back, Bruce." A smile formed on Bruce's lips as he studied Sasha. "Thank you." He turned and reached to the door to open it as he stepped inside he saw her, Vesper lying in a pool of her own blood. Sasha immediately looked over her shoulder to see two police cars racing down the driveway, her gaze fell upon the crime scene and she froze as two police officers grabbed Bruce by the biceps and pulled him away from Vesper. The surreal feeling of the entire moment felt like the dominoes of a nightmare that would never end. As they were escorted into a police car, cuffed and later interrogated by the police. Sasha was pressured by the D.A to give up Bruce, evidence implicating Bruce as the sole conspirator in the act, but her vow of silence painted her as an accessory. All she would admit was that she was with Bruce and that he didn't kill her.
He sits upon a cafeteria table eating his bowl of soup when five men wearing Nazi ink circle around him. "Hey, Brucey boy...You're new here so we'll give you the run down. We understand you've gunned down your white girlfriend like a nigger...We're willing to pardon your actions and even..." the spokesmen gave Bruce a pat on the shoulder. "A pardon for your actions and some protection while you're here." Bruce continued eating his soup when one of the men grabbed Bruce's hand and held it down with a large grip and forceful amount of unfocused energy. The playboy allowed his hand to be easily manipulated as the men took his soup and began eating it. Another came up behind Bruce to begin massaging his shoulders. Bruce finally recognized their existence by looking to their leader. "How much would this protection cost me?" "Well, for someone like you...maybe 5 grand a month, starting out of course. Also your loyalty to the cause. Be a true patriot for a white America." Bruce would look away and speak coldly. "I'm sorry, but I do my best work in the dark and my lawyer is already in talks with the D.A I will be out of here--..." A punch struck Bruce in the stomach tossing him backwards and out of his seat. "There's a system in here, Wayne. Your ass is ours whether you like it or not. And I'll be back for that ass soon."
The Aryans began walking off leaving Bruce on the floor as two guards began patrolling around to Bruce. "What's going on Wayne?" A cold glance from Bruce made the guards chuckle. "Listen, if you've got trouble, maybe we could work something out. Help you along and protect you, yeah?" the guards whispered to Bruce, prompting the playboy to get off the ground. "Oh? I suppose your going to offer protection for a fee." The guard smirked. "Its not an offer, Wayne. It's a matter of life and death." "No, thanks. I can take care of myself." "Don't get wise with us, Wayne. You talk to anyone about this shit and your ass will be strapped up in the shower, buck naked and ready to serve."
'The corruption in Gotham extends to every level of its infrastructure. I'm confined and trapped here so long as I'm Bruce Wayne. This is a weakness. Up until now Bruce Wayne was an accessory, a mask used to protect those I love and care about. So that I could protect others and inspire hope...Now Bruce Wayne is a liability. In here I'm nothing but a prime target for these animals, I could take down every single person in this prison facility, but I can't because I'm Bruce Wayne.' Bruce lowered his head, as the rising moonlight shines through a barred window. 'To add to the mockery there are at least 5 ways out of my cell, but I can't escape as Bruce Wayne without surrendering my secret identity.'
When morning came, Bruce was brought into the interrogation room where his lawyer began speaking. "This doesn't look good, Mr. Wayne...If we plead guilty, I think we can get a reduced sentence from 25 to-..." "I need you to contact Sasha's lawyer and pass a message to Sasha." The lawyer adjusted his glasses and began pulling out his black pen and a piece of paper. "Go on?" Bruce's hardened and cold expression stared at the foggy window that was barely permitting sunlight through. "We'll get through this, I won't forget or leave her." "Got it...Your hearing is in 2 months. You should know that Gotham City laws hold Ms. Bordeaux as an accomplish in this murder and the court may seek the death penalty since this is a high profile case. If you two plead guilty, the death penalty comes off the table." Bruce shook his head. "I need you to arrange for a meeting between myself and Sasha and the D.A...After you've delivered the message to her."
In the Batcave, Alfred and Tim sat by the bat-computer. "Its impossible...All evidence is pointing to Bruce...Finger prints on the gun, the registry...When did Bruce buy a gun?" "Master Bruce has a collection of firearms, as do I. Most are ineffective and not functioning, Master Wayne had their pins and firing mechanisms removed." "Which means someone had to of stolen a gun from his collection and re-install the firing mechanism." "Astute as ever, Master Drake." "Bruce is always telling us, look at the facts...Don't use your heart when analyzing the clues...but I can't help it. Bruce would never kill someone let alone like this!" "I know, Timothy. But for lack objection, you've only known him for a little less than a year. Perhaps that should make you more objective-..." "No! Alfred, I may have known Bruce for less than a year, but I've *known* Batman for at least 5 years. I've followed him on every case, I've seen him and Dick working together. I don't need to look at the facts to prove Bruce guilty, I need to look at the facts to prove Bruce innocent."
Hours later, Bruce and Sasha sat in an interrogation room with their lawyers, Their hands were exchanged as Bruce spoke. "I need you to back me up on this." "Bruce, its my job to protect you, remember? I trust you with my life." Bruce smiled softly when the D.A walked into the room with one assistant.