WEAKNESSES

Dream

Oh...
Oh god...

    This again...  Being showed this dream.. I am not sure if it's some cruel joke or I'm just becoming mental.
     I saw my parents carcasses collapse on the dirty and cold sidewalks of Gotham City. Because of this, their deaths, I became Batman. To protect this... To protect my kingdom. It's what I intended at first. At first I didn't really have a plan for anything else...

*Sigh*

   I rather despise dwelling on those things. It only diminishes my spirits. At the moment I can't really help it. For a couple months now I've been... Having some... Pretty.... Pretty morbid dreams. You would of thought that I could've just forget it by now. Put it in the past. As they say, 'forgive and forget'? People also say, 'easier said than done'.

   I fell to my knees.

   Or, well, I saw myself fall to my knees. As a small child. Small and innocent... Pure to the world. Blind, puny, innocent, and ignorant. Ignorant the the world, to everything that has or was going on. Only eight years old... That still wasn't an excuse to give them up so easily. Or maybe it wasn't in my power to stop that. At least not then. Not then.

I really didn't deserve this? How did this even happen... It couldn't have been my fault...  Or could... Could I have stopped this? Done something... Even only being eight, I could've done something! Anything at all! It was all my fault! I could've stopped this! It was my fault!
My fault!

My... Fault...

Those questions, statements, arguments that I've had with myself for so many years, rang through my skull.
I was sure I was on my knees now. Maybe. It's difficult to tell in a dream. Even if it's a repetitive dream.

....

Cold air hit my face as I regained consciousness.

I'm sure that I was crying. My face feels heated. I pawed at my eyes and then retched for my phone, rummaging on the top of my bedside counter. I couldn't get to it time. Not before it rang, anyway. The sound of sirens pelted my ears. I finally found my phone. Behind a vase or my alarm clock, I didn't really care. It didn't matter. It didn't matter because of him. The man who was calling me at 2 am.

Clark.

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Alright, that was okay, wasn't it? It's short, I know, the next chapters will be way longer I, promise!!!
I really enjoy writing these stories and if you have any questions about anything please ask! I will upload on my feed thing when will be the most likely date that I'll update this story.

Kisses,
TWS