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Visiting her grave was part of my routine. If I returned I would know exactly which wooden box to walk too, in which flower patch her body rests and exactly how far beneath the ground her degrading body sits in harmony with the earth. She was ready to die. She was ready to die six months before I forced her body awake every morning. Before I coerced her to eat her wet soggy food. Before I held her so close to my body and dripped my tears of optimism all over her back. She was ready to die long before I decided she should live.
On September 6, 2010 Mother Nature decided that Idaho was ready for winter. The clouds swirled into a monotonous tundra over my home. The hawks mocked us for not being prepared for winter. It’s easier for them – they fill their stomachs and fly south. It was their time to eat. They flew in circles over my chicken shed meditating on their prey. As I saw the commotion in the sky and the craving of flesh in their eyes I knew it was time to corral my chickens.
My chickens roamed around the ten-acre land as they pleased. Some would make their way into my home on occasions and eat the food off the counters and others would go near the barn and roll their bodies into the hay hiding themselves from the rest of the world. The ones with more exploring initiative would lay on their sides in the middle of the fields like they were born in the tropics – stomach turned toward the heat finding every way to become one with the sun. They didn’t succeed but when I would pick those ones off the ground their heat would soak into my body and I would understand their logic. After their day of roaming the world they would find their way back to the coop. The coop was painted with my neighbors and my love. The names of the chickens were written on the walls and amateur drawings covered all the nooks and crannies. It was comforting to me. I wonder if they thought it was too.
As the hawks picked their prey I was frantic. My mom and I frolicked the land, me in search for all my babies and her supporting hers. I was yelling trying to scare away the hawks but they knew I couldn’t fly. I could never reach them. The sound of my petrified voice didn’t pierce the hawks as much as it pierced myself. There was one chicken missing. Where was the last one? I saw her body frantically trapped on the other side of the fence. I guided her around the fence to the shed and I pushed the last chicken into the shed and slammed the door shut. As the door slammed I heard the cries of a bird. Did I miss one? Did a hawk steal it before I did? But the distant noise wasn’t so distant at all. As I turned my head toward the door the chicken I had just saved from the hawk I had shut in the door. She lay – just like she used to lay beneath the sun but this time it was not out of pleasure. I opened the door and my chicken rest, her neck strutting in multiple directions and her eyes looking at me in desperation.
I convinced my mom to let me buy chickens when I was eight. She said “if you pay for them and take care of them – you can get them.” So, I saved my money, did my research, and found it only reasonable to make a business to pay for my chickens. I would sell eggs and thus my chickens would be paid for. And this is what I did. But the relationship between my chickens and I over the years became less of a business venture and more of a companionship. When I heard the arguing in the house I found solace in the chickens outside. I talked to them like I was a chicken myself. I would tell them my secrets and my fears. They would sit in my lap and tilt their head whenever I said something noteworthy. After I paused they would come in with some of their thoughts. It’s too bad I didn’t understand their language.
My chicken laid in my arms. My mom took it upon herself to make a bed in the warmth of our home. I brought the barely breathing chicken to the bed that was so delicately made and placed her in it. My tears of optimism didn’t cover the chicken today – they covered her body creating a coat of pain and suffering. I’m sure this coat wasn’t ever taken off my chicken – but I pretended it didn’t exist. I’m good at pretending.
In the preceding days, every morning, pre-lunch, lunch, pre-dinner, dinner, pre-dessert, and post dessert I would feed my chicken food that I soaked in water so it was soft enough to go down her broken neck. I wasn’t an anatomy expert but somehow I figured that with a neck that looks like a 90-degree angle it might be easier to eat if the food is soft. My chicken laid there day after day – gaining energy by night. I convinced myself or perhaps I dreamed it – that she was getting better. I imagined her standing up. I craved her leading a happy life – the life that she deserved.
My mom used to say that if she got in an accident and was unable to move or do anything with her life that she would want to die. She wouldn’t want her children spending their lives caring for a cause that we cared so deeply for but that she left long ago. Our family likes knowing one another at our best and at our worst. But when our worst makes others suffer it becomes a problem that affects all those around us. When I ponder the chicken months today – I always wonder if my chicken was like my mother. Did she want me to let her die? Did she want to close her eyes and sleep to her death? Had I stripped her of her one wish just like I would strip my mother?
As her health improved and she began to seem more alert to the world we started having daily sessions. In the morning’s we stretched. I would pick her immobile body up and slowly move her legs away from her body. I would do the same for her feet. I trusted I was saving a child from its misery. I know now that death isn’t something to fear. I feared for my chicken – I’m sure she didn’t fear it. I would put her body to the ground like she was walking – reminding her of a past long forgotten. A past that today she only sees in her heaven. I didn’t put any of her weight on the ground – it was more of a presentation. When she gobbled, I thought she was telling me things. I would listen and try to pick up on her words. But somehow her gobbles never translated to English.
When people visited our home, they wondered why my mother let me keep a dying chicken in our bathroom. You couldn’t use that bathroom because it smelled of manure and death – so people were ushered to the one in my mother’s room. My mom and I thought it was normal. She was a part of the family. I considered her a part of me just like a person would consider their sibling a part of them. My mother felt the same way. Often when I slept in too late my mom would do my job for me. She would help her walk and feed her her wet food. I remember her words ringing in my head “if you take care of them, you can get them.” I knew she believed this but my mother would also check in on my chicken day and night when I couldn’t care for her myself. She is a mother after all. I learned my ways from her.
A month later my chicken could stand up. I never thought her progress would be so vast. Balancing was a difficult task for her. Her vision was off – or at least something was because when she stood up to eat her food – she would go to peck the liquid matter but she would miss and peck the ground instead. It would take her a few tries to get her beak into the bowl. I didn’t know how to teach her without moving her head in the right direction. Sometimes I would place my hands around the bowl covering the ground. My chicken knew when she pecked me – she never wanted to peck me so she would try to find the bowl. When the days were still warm I would bring her under the hot sun to some of her favorite places – to the sawdust where she used to roll or to the blanket of grass where she would heat her body. She loved the days when it was warm. She would place herself near a tree and sprawl on the ground.
Sometimes my mother would come play the guitar outside. Her lyrics penetrated the atmosphere. She wasn’t playing for anyone – or at least anyone I knew of. But I know my chicken would sit under the tree a few feet away from her and she would turn her head, in any way she knew how, to look at my mother. She would tilt her head, a sober sign of listening and she would keep it that way until my mother’s words receded. Then she would go back to sticking her beak into the ground in search of insects but whenever my mom started up again she would always repeat her actions. I think her voice was a gift into a world of pleasure that was absent from her life. My mother’s voice was a gift to more than one.
As time went on my chicken became stronger. She could walk. Her head and neck leaned to one side of her body making her unbalanced. When she could walk, she would only go in a circle. Her circles eventually got bigger and some days she would make it all the way across the yard by way of circles. When I think about spending life only able to move in circles it makes me shiver.
We could never reintroduce her to the other chickens because they would peck her to death. Chickens are cruel birds – or cruel to the human eye. If one has a disability they will peck it until it dies. I couldn’t let this happen – but maybe that’s the way of the chicken world – and maybe that’s what is best.
My chicken would go to the fence and stand at it looking at all the other ones on the other side of the fence. She looked in desperation as if she was so alone – as if she wanted to be pecked to death – as if she was ready to take death. I couldn’t bear to see her own kind kill her and I couldn’t leave her knowing exactly what was going to happen when I left.
By May 8, 2010 my chicken acted as if she had never got her neck crushed in a door. She laid eggs, she only tilted her head slightly and she befriended the less cruel chickens. She still slept in a different place than them, she would still eat wet food, and I would still watch her with a hawk’s eye.
Months later I walked into her bed and she lied there dead. I still wonder what caused it. Was it her age? Was it something from the event that occurred seven months earlier? Or was she just ready to die?
We buried her on the same day and my tears covered the dirt of where she lay. My tears soaked the area – I’m sure they reached her body that lied so far beneath the dirt. Her body lays in the dirt that I shed my tears on today. But, she doesn’t lay there. She is somewhere, in some beautiful place, dancing with the land just of how she always dreamed. A rock lay by her grave and on it are the words ‘Crazy 8.’ We called her Crazy 8. Her name is Crazy 8.
Ha, ha, Game of bore.
There was contest going on how to make this show lamest in order to loose public interest towards this show.
I am not going to talk about how they messed up. Everyone knows that.
I am not going to say how much they left things unanswered either. Everyone probably have some sort of ideas about that
I think the writers had bad stomach bug when they were writing or probably there was gun on their head to write the last season within two minutes.
End result is pretty evident
Such a sad ending to such interesting show.
Here's what I would've done-
Atleast four episodes should be used in fighting between white Walker and dragon queen army including Cersei Lannister's army as well and after its consequences.
I don't mind the way Arya Stark killed Nightking.
But I would liked to see her ability to disappear more specially when she was caught by Nightking
There should be more interesting fight scene where Nightking was surprised to see Arya Stark's weird abilities. That would have been very entertaining. But Arya Stark didn't know how to control that she didn't even know that she had that abilities inside her until she was pushed by Night King's attack.( That White Walker turned dragon would be killed by Bran Stark not dragon queen by possessing it to suicide)
I want to see before Nightking died, he managed to infect Cersei Lannister. Bran knew that would happen but didn't say anything as he doesn't like to change stuff.
After the epic battle, Cersei Lannister's army will attack Dragon queen who will be injured during the battle against white Walker. And like dragon queen John Snow would also be immune to Dragon fire.
But after digesting a huge loss of men, dragon queen will finally win. So when Cersei Lannister will be captured and brought to execution, Cersei Lannister will finally turn to White Walker and would kill dragon queen. John Snow would go mad angry and tried to attack her. Jamie Lannister will try to defend her sister/ soulmate but instead would get backstabbed by Cersei Lannister as she didn't look pale like typical White Walker except her blue eyes. Arya Stark would try to do same that she did before but will loose her life this time. Cersei Lannister turned white Walker would finally be defeated by combined efforts of Tyron Lannister and John Snow and his army. There should be a long struggle on this. White Walker+ Cersei Lannister should be even more dangerous combination than Nightking and that should be shown. Tyron Lannister would give his life defending Sansa stark as Cersei Lannister would attack her. Before his death finally Tyron Lannister would feel like a big heroman protecting his long time crush Sansa and seeing her cry for him.
In the end, Sansa Stark would be the queen who will sit on the throne while John Snow will be her right hand man to balance her world view incase she ever went overboard with something.
In the end, Sansa stark would change as well. She would have more respect for departed Emily Clark / Dragon queen.
Rest should be according to the TV series
Now isn't that better?
We made plans to meet again at the bar. I gave him a hug bye and his lips found mine. I felt something then that I had never felt before. There as a spark that sent a tingle down into my toes. That short, simple, sweet kiss from him left the first imprint on my heart.
Finally the time had arrived for me to see him at the bar again. All night he stayed by my side. I was not use to someone so attentive. I was not use to someone who showed me so much affection yet knew so little about me. This man was like no other I had ever met before.
He would gently kiss my hand. His sweet lips touching mine would easily make me melt in my set. I wanted to be in his arms. I could feel things inside me that I had not felt in a long time. I could feel the passion and desire for more of his touch starting to build. The night was coming to an end. All that was in my thoughts was him and his caressing touch. I wanted more of him then the feeling of his hand on mine. More then just the touch of his luscious lips pressed against mine.
We decided to leave the bar together. Our night together was far from over. We drove for what seemed to be hours before finally reaching our private place together. We talked as we drove. Getting to know each other a little better. Getting to know each other's thought on topics important to us. Without thinking we were asking questions and finding out answers to see if we would ever have a future. We had so much in common. We had the same outlook on life. We had the same goals and dreams. We had the same look in our eyes toward each other. It was a look of more then just passion.
At last we arrive; night air cool and crisp. The sky outside was clear with the moon shinning bright. We walked inside with my heart already bounding inside my chest. I was not sure if I knew what I was doing. I begin to think that I was making a mistake. I did not want another one-night stand. I knew we could have something special.
I feared letting things between us move at such a rapid pace would make him think poorly of me. A one-night stand is all it would be. I would only hold him in my arms this one night. I wanted to feel his muscular naked body against mine. I wanted to feel him thrusting deep inside me. I did not want to lose something I had just found. The concept of another quick fuck was not something I was willing to endure.
Without thinking about it, we found ourselves in the bedroom laying side by side on the bed. Embraced in each other's arms he started kissing me passionately. As his hands begin to caress my body, my heart pounded inside my chest. Thoughts of his warm lips gently kissing my neck ran through my mind. The simple perceptions turned into images of my nipples inside his fiery mouth as he sucked my silky breast. I quickly pushed the images away as well as him. I could not allow him to go any further.
My body wanted so much more. My morals and emotions would not allow it. My morals were getting in the way of the longing that my body was feeling. I explained my morals, emotions and feelings to him. He understood and respected them. We lay there kissing. Each kiss became more lascivious as well as more intense. My body began to ache for the touch of his warm hands on my bare skin. I wanted to feel the heat of his bare body against mine.
As the late night hours turned into early morning hours, my hands begin to wonder across his firm, toned body. His smooth, warm hands slid under my shirt and fondled my breast. My whole body tensed for want of more. I allowed myself to explore his body with my hands. Rubbing my hands over his taunt skin. Feeling the warmth of his bare back and exposed chest my body begin the to twitch. The feeling of my fingers running through his soft chest hair, allowing them to follow the hair downward toward the stiffness in his briefs, was almost more than I could stand..
His hands were caressing my toned stomach, silky breast, and smooth back. Our lips never seemed to lose contact with the other's body. My body was aching with want for him. I could feel the throb of yearning in my pussy. I wanted him inside me. My hands slid across the firmness in his briefs. His dick was hard and it jumped with my touch. I could not give in to him. I could not allow myself to give into lust again. I wanted to find true love with someone. I did not want to confuse lust with love again. I hurt too many before with saying words that were not true. I stopped, pushing him away once more. He backed away, removing his hands from under my shirt. We lay there talking and kissing.
We begin to play around; tickling, wrestling, and laughing. We begin to kiss again with erotic desire as intense as before. I allowed him to remove my shirt as he kissed his way down my neck to my sleek breast. My nipples were hard with excitement and longing for the warmth of his wet mouth. My back arched, my head fell back, my body went limp as his warm, wet mouth enveloped my erect nipple. My body surged with passion. I felt my pussy throb as it became wetter with passion.
His lips once again found mine as he lay his firm body down on top of me. I could feel his heart's repetition inside my chest. He pressed his hips down onto mine. Through our clothes I could feel his hard rod pressing against my wet pussy. I could feel the juices inside my pussy begin to flow again. I rolled us over with me on top of him as I begin to kiss his chest. I kissed my way down his chest to his stomach then his rigid cock. Through his briefs I wrapped my lips around his hard dick blowing warm air onto it. I felt it jump with excitement as his body went limp. I sat up on the bed and smiled. He grabbed me and kissed me lustfully as he laid me back down on the bed. We teased each other with me stopping just when things would get too tense.
The night sky was starting to lighten. The morning sun was on the rise. I knew our time together was coming to an end. I did not want this dream to be over. I wanted more. I wanted him. The passion, wanting and yearning of my body had me confused. I did not know what to do. Should I allow this to go on or should I stop?
His hands found their way into my shorts. My body tensed with want then relaxed as he slid his finger in my moistened pussy. The warmth of his finger inside my tight pussy caused my body to saturate his finger with my juices. I longed for more but stopped him. I laid him down on the bed and begin to kiss him. I slid his briefs down off his hard cock. I kissed and licked his dick as I caressed it with my hand. I could feel his body relax as he allowed me to take him into my damp mouth. I could hear his breath deepen as I begin to suck on his sweet, throbbing cock. I slid my hands across his nuts as I felt his body tighten. I quickly stopped. I slid my body back up his naked torso. Pushing my shorts to one side I begin to rub my drenched pussy against his wanting dick. I quickly laid on my back on the other side of the bed.
I knew I wanted to and yet knew I couldn't allow myself to. He climbed on top of me with a devilish, sly smile. I felt him slide his pulsating dick against the dampened lips of my pussy. My pussy throbbed with pain and desire to feel his dick inside…inside me. I told him to stop but he continued to fondle the opening of my pussy with the soft, velvety head of his rigid dick. His head teased my pussy making it twitch in anticipation as it coated his head with my flowing juices. Rubbing his hard cock against my clit I could feel my pussy swelling with flaming desire. I pushed him back telling him I couldn't do it. I had to stop.
He laid on the bed next to me. We kissed passionately with yearning and wanting inside both of us. He turned over to get comfortable with his back toward me. I could sense the frustration in him. I could tell he was both sexually and mentally frustrated from the events of the night. The sun was coming up in the early morning sky. I could see it starting to peer through the window above the bed. I snuggled up to his back noticing a difference in his breathing. He was falling asleep and was frustrated with me. My body was still aching with desire for him. I left his side to think in private.
Thoughts of him laying in bed raced through my mind. I wanted his body against mine. I wanted to feel him inside me. The only problem was I did not want it for just one night. I wanted him for the rest of my life. My heart pounded with emotions of desire and lust. Other emotion for him where there. I found myself feeling things for him I did not think I would ever feel again. That was it, I was going to give myself to him.
Climbing back into bed, I begin to kiss his back. He turned over smiling at me. Taking me into his arms we begin to kiss more erotically then ever. I began kissing his neck working down toward his growing cock. As I took him into my warm, damp mouth I could feel his cock getting harder with every suck. I ran my finger nails over his thighs pressing them slightly into his flesh. I felt his body tense with plesure. I contiuned to suck on his hard dick pausing to kiss the head. I would return to fully enveloping his throbling cock in my mouth. In return, I would pause again to run my toungue up and down his swollowen shaft allow my toungue ring to press into it. I would lick down the shaft to his nuts and gently take them into my mouth as I would lightly suck on them. Taking care not to cause any pain. Then I would return to licking his stiff shaft up to the head to allow him to pop into the wetness of my hot mouth. Hearing him release a sigh each time his hard membrane would return into the moist heat of my waiting mouth. Genlty my teeth would run up his shaft just to slide it back deep into the back of my mouth allow my toungue to push him against the roof of my mouth. I felt the heat of his hand as he began to stroke my breast. I felt his finger tips pinch my nipples between them as my body longed for more. I climbed back on top of him. We begin kissing intensely with our body pressed firmly against each other.
My body went limp as he began to kiss my neck down toward my breast. He took my erect nipple into his wet, hot mouth. As I felt the moist, warmth of his mouth I could feel the juices in my pussy begin to flow across the lips of my passion-swollen pussy. He gently rolled me over onto my back as his laid his body against my side. Kissing across my smooth, silky breast he caressed my body working his way down toward my waistline.
He slid my shorts off me as he began to run his hands over my wet pussy. My pussy tightened in pleasure as he penetrated one finger inside the moisture. I could feel the pressure of the palm of his hand against my clit as his finger thrust inside my pulsating pussy. I allowed my hands to once again find his hard cock as I begin to kiss him. I stroked the head of his thick cock and he drove his finger deeper inside me. I could feel my juices coating his finger as he began to able pressure to my g-spot. Unable to stand it anymore I pushed his hand away before I came in his palm. He moved my hand away as he climbed onto my shaking body. He slowly slid his stiff, throbbing dick into the wetness of my pulsating tight pussy. My body shivered in relief as my pussy released a heavy flow of cum onto his wanting dick.
I caressed his back as he drove himself deeper into my welcoming pussy. He pushed harder into my pussy. I gladly brought my legs up under his arms to open my legs wider allowing him easier entrance. As he thrust harder into my wet pussy I begin to sink my fingernails into his flesh. Pushing my body upward to meet his downward thrust I could feel his body getting tenser as he picked up pace in his thrust. I began to moan as I felt him throb inside me. I could not take it any longer. The presser inside was unbearable. I felt my fingernails sinking into the flesh of his back as I let out a scream of pleasure. My body tensed and began to shiver, as I felt warm, wet juices run out of my soaked, swollen pussy.
I could fell his warm cum gush inside of me with each throb. He grabbed my arms pushing them to the bed as he rammed deeper inside me causing another scream of pleasure to escape from under my heavy breathing. Our warm juices began to run out of my drenched pussy over my swollen lips. I shivered as he laid on top of me kissing me with a passion I had never felt before.
We lay there staring into each other’s eyes. At that moment I know this would not be a one-night stand. There was a bond made between us that evening that I have never felt with anyone else. We went to the bathroom to shower together. He washed my body down as the water relaxed my still tense muscles. After the shower we talked and kissed. At last our night was ending and it was time to go. The morning sun was shinning high in the sky. I was sad and unsure what to say. I did not want to leave his side. Till this day, I never want to leave his side.
What would happen if Superman was found by Wayne and brought up with Bruce?
Okay, let's have some fun with it.
Let's have a story-
Thomas Wayne was traveling to Smallville for new business venture and he saw the kryptonian rocket landing in some of his just bought land.
He found a blue eyed little boy came out of the space ship smiling who managed to lift his limousine from one side.
Thomas Wayne was shocked out of his mind seeing everything and decided to bring the kid to his home - ‘The Wayne Mansion'
After hearing everything from Thomas, Martha Wayne was concerned, she asked him whether it was wise to bring an alien kid back in their home specially with Bruce being there
Thomas replied, “I thought about that but after looking at the innocent face of that child, I could not inform the authority with my right mind, they would keep him in some prison and would experiment on him”
Martha said, “But is Bruce safe with him?”
Thomas said, “Let’s have an eye on him for 24X7, I know a very well equipped guy for this, he is my old friend who is looking for a job currently, he is a war veteran and did some spying for the queen England, he has nowhere to go, he will be more than happy to do this job”
Martha asked, “What is his name?”
Thomas Wayne said, “He is known as Alfred Pennyworth, he is a decent human being despite his past”
6 years later-
Martha said to Thomas, “I won't have believed if you had told me that Clark would turn out to be such good boy, he has become such good friend to Bruce, both of them do everything together now”
Thomas said, “Yeah, I won't say that I didn't have any doubt but Clark is such a good boy, I mean Bruce is little naughty sometimes but not Clark, I think all the credit goes to Alfred”
A few minutes later-
Bruce ran towards Martha and asked angrily, “Mom, why can’t Clark come with us to the Opera House?”
Martha said, “We told you before that Clark is slightly different from us, we have to keep him in secret otherwise people would lock him up which is why Alfred home schooled him, he just can't come anywhere with us”
Bruce said, “Come on, it's not fair, if he doesn't go, I won't go either”
Thomas said to Bruce, “Come on, Bruce, please understand the situation…..”
Suddenly, Clark came from behind and said to them, “It's okay, Bruce, I will be playing with Alfred, he will teach me some stuff about myself, he is teaching me now how to control my powers”
Bruce said, “Wow, cool, now, I won't go to Opera, I would stay and play with them too”
Thomas said, “Bruce, you know, we have to go, all of us are invited, it would look bad if we don't go together”
Bruce said with a huge dissapointment, “Okay, Alfred, you have to show me also what you did with Clark”
Alfred said with a smile, “Okay, master Bruce, okay”
In the Opera House-
Thomas got a call from somewhere and after speaking in the phone for sometime, he became restless.
Martha asked, “What happened? Who was that?”
Thomas said, “I will tell you later but we have to go”
Martha said, “But concert didn't finish yet”
Thomas said, “We will go from backdoor, I already informed Alfred to send a limousine for us”
In the dark alley-
Martha said, “I am feeling little scared walking through such dirty dark alley”
Suddenly a man came out of nowhere and said, “Give me everything otherwise I will shoot you now”
Thomas said, “Okay, okay, don't shoot, this is my wallet, take everything, but don't shoot”
That guy said after looking at Martha's necklace, “Give me that necklace otherwise I will shoot”
Martha said, “No, this is my mother's, she gave me when she died, it's my mother's memory”
Suddenly, that guy shot twice and when Thomas tried to jump on that guy, he was shot as well
As both of them were struggling to have their last breath, that guy looked at frightened Bruce and said with a smile, “You can thank Jesus, kid, that I don't kill little kid, just know that it wasn't personal, I was hired to do this” and he left
Commissioner Gordon came quickly after hearing that his old friend Thomas Wayne and his wife was murdered infornt of their little boy in a dark alley
Commissioner Gordon said to a stiff Bruce while hugging, “You are not alone, Bruce, your father was my friend, I will always look after you, I will capture your parent's murderer and see it to that he gets the harshest punshiment possible”
Alfred said to Commissioner, “If everything is done, can I take him home?”
Commissioner Gordon said to Alfred, “Who are you?”
Alfred said, “I am his old friend plus butler plus housekeeper plus his guardian in absence of his parents”
Commissioner Gordon said,“Very Interesting!!! What are you two going to do in that huge mansion?”
Alfred said, “I was hoping to take him back to England, my homeland to get him away from all this nightmare for a while, we will return to Gotham later”
Commissioner Gordon said, “Good luck, by the way did you know anything about the last call that Mr Wayne took from some unknown source before all this”
Alfred said, “No, it's a news to me as well, keep me informed if you find anything more on this”
In the Wayne Mansion-
Bruce quickly went to his room and shut the door
Alfred said to Clark, “Has he eaten anything?”
Clark said, “Nope, he isn't even talking to me”
Alfred said to Clark, “It's understandable after this terrible tragedy, let's give him some space for awhile, in the meantime, we have something to discuss”
Clark said, “What? What is it?”
Alfred said, “Look, I have decided to take him back to London for awhile, change of scenery would be good for him, in the meantime, I know a decent couple in Smallville who are childless, I was thinking about asking them to adopt you, do you want that?”
Clark said, “I understand”
Alfred said, “Don't worry, they are very very good individuals, they would love to have you as their son and I will return to Gotham in couple of years down the line with Bruce, you will stay with us then again in Wayne Mansion”
Clark said, “I understand”
Alfred said, “I have taught everything to you that I know and knowing you, Clark, you will learn everything by yourself very very quickly, don't forget to hide your identity even from your new found adopted parents, you are now ready to assimilate with normal kids on your own age, again don't forget to hide your identity, act as any normal kid, go to school, study hard etc etc and lastly I may have found your mother ship in Antarctica from my past contacts, go check it out when you will grow up little more and more in control of your flight powers”
Clark said, “Okay and thanks Alfred for everything”
Alfred said, “I didn't do much, Clark, it's you, everything is your doing, you are such a brilliant kid, you will achieve a lot, always remember if you have abilities then use it to help others and always be responsible with your powers”
Clark said, “Thanks, I will always remember that”
8 years later in Smallville -
Clark Kent and Lana Lang was preparing to kiss for the first time…..
Suddenly, Clark heard a familiar tone….
“Great to see you, Clark, that you've grown out of that Wayne Mansion”
Clark said, “You are Bruce, aren't you? Wow, you are definately looking like Mr Wayne's son”
Lana Lang said, “I read about you, Mr Wayne, I saw you in the news channel, your big return to Wayne industry”
Bruce said, “I know as if news reporters don't have any other things to write about, what about that guy who wears that black cape and wears that rediculas bat costume and do vigilantism in Gotham's night, crazy, I know”
Clark said, “I don't know about that because someone who would do something like that must be very skillful and damaged inside”
Lana Lang said, “Forget all that but Clark, you didn't tell me how do you two know each other?”
Clark said, “Late Mr Wayne, first adopted me and then after his death, Pa and Ma did as they were childless, I know Bruce from childhood”
Lana said, “How cool is that! And I thought you were just another small town bore”
Bruce said, “Ha, ha, Clark and boring!!!!!!”
Clark said, “No, you are right, I am just another small town bore, I am very lucky that you are with me”
Bruce said, “Clark, you should come back to Wayne Mansion, Alfred and me, both are missing you”
Clark said, “Thanks Bruce but I am happy living here”
Bruce said, “Really, in this small town!!! I thought we were brothers”
Clark said, “We are and we are always going to be but Smallville has now become a special place in my heart, I will visit Gotham later”
Bruce said, “Not later, day after tomorrow, I am throwing a big party in Wayne Mansion, both of you are invited”
Clark said, “Okay, Bruce, we will go”
Day after tomorrow-
Lana said to Bruce, “Wow, you used to live here? It must be very interesting”
Clark said, “Nuh, you get used to it after awhile, to be honest, it was lonely, I am lucky to have Pa and Ma”
Alfred hugged Clark after seeing him and said, “Look at you, Clark, what an impressive gentleman you have turned out to be”
Clark said, “Good to see you too, Alfred, you look the same as always”
Bruce said to Clark, “You guys came, let me introduce you to Mayor and Commissioner Gordon”
Commissioner Gordon said to Bruce, “Now that you are back what are you going to do? Are you going to take charge of your father's business?”
Bruce said, “I was hoping for that”
Suddenly, a beautiful red head young woman came and said to Commissioner, “Dad, it's a party, I am sure Mr Wayne has a lot on his plate, no business talk”
Bruce said, “Your name is Barbara, isn't it?”
Barbara said, “You remember me then”
Bruce said with a smile, “Why should not I? We used to read in the same class”
Barbara said, “Yes and if I remember correctly, you were quite a brat”
Bruce said with a huge smile, “What!!??! Me!!!!??? Noooooo!!!?!”
Bruce said to them, “Let me introduce to my brother Clark, his yet to be officially girlfriend Lana”
Clark said to Bruce with a smile, “We are not saying that”
Barbara said to them by looking at Lana, “I understand”
Lana said to Barbara, “Thanks for understanding”
Bruce said to them, “Yeah, you girls always stick together”
Barbara said, “As if you guys don't”
Suddenly, a breaking news came that all the dangerous and unstable patients from Arkham Asylum escaped.
Commissioner Gordon said to Bruce, “Sorry, but I have to go”
Bruce said, “Absolutely, absolutly”
Party was over slightly after that as public panic was spreading
When Clark was talking to both Lana and Barbara, he heard with his super hearing that Bruce said to Alfred, “It's time”
A couple of hours later-
Everyone saw in TV screen that a guy in bat like costume was chasing unstable violent patients of Arkham Asylum and capturing them with outstanding skills.
Lana said to Clark, “Wasn't Bruce talking about that guy? I don't like this vigilantism, these people think that they are some kind of Outlaws”
Barbara said to her, “Excuse me, I completely disagree with that, infact I would say Batman is doing what police should be doing, I know for a fact that as my father is the police commissioner, sometimes police are limited inspite of all their efforts, criminals get away so if this Batguy is doing something to that, I would say more power to him”
Clark said, “Hey, both of you, relax, I am sure police are handling it”
Clark said to them, “You guys sit here, I have to talk to Alfred”
Clark could not find either Bruce or Alfred in the mansion
He used his x-ray vision to find out about the underground cave.
He saw Alfred was sitting there infront of multiple large computer monitors.
He quickly discovered the entry point to that cave and went inside
Alfred hearing Clark's footsteps said, “I was wondering how long it would take for you to discover this cave, I guess it didn't take much time then”
Clark said, “Bruce is this Batman, isn't it?”
Alfred said, “What do you think?”
Clark said, “How could you let him do this?”
Alfred said, “Believe me when I say this he can take care of himself very well”
Clark said, “All that time, you were gone, he was doing this?!?”
Alfred said, “And more”
Clark said, “Why? Why did he need to do this?”
Alfred said, “After his parent's death, Bruce was damaged very badly inside, he was in a very very dark place, the only way to channel his darkness was to focus on the right direction, I nudged it and rest he did that by himself”
Clark said, “There was no other option?”
Alfred said, “Believe me when I say this that there is some very well constructed method to his madness”
Clark said, “You always told me to be responsible with my powers!!”
Alfred said, “And you did that, didn't you? That earth quake in Smallville, there was a news report that a guy who moved so fast that almost like a blur rescued a lot of people from the disaster, I knew it was you then and there, I am proud of you, Clark, I am proud of you”
Clark said, “But he doesn't have any powers, Alfred, he is just a human”
Alfred said, “He is not just a human anymore, Clark, he transformed himself to something more than that now, he lives by a code now, Bruce Wayne is the mask he wears outside, he is Batman inside”
Clark said, “And you are happy with that?”
Alfred said, “I am not unhappy specially considering the struggle he had to go through to become the symbol you are seeing today”
Clark said, “I should go there to help him”
Suddenly, Batman entered into the batcave.
Seeing Clark, he said, “I guess you would have figured it out by now”
Batman said to Alfred, “There's this guy whose face is burnt in acid calling himself Joker escaped from Arkham, he is highly dangerous and unpredictable, and I couldn't find him anywhere, we need to come up with a different strategy”
Clark said, “Let me help you Bruce”
Batman said, “You?? I am sorry you are not trained for this”
Clark said, “I am sorry, what? I am not trained for this!!!”
Batman said, “What I do require more than powers and abilities and you are not trained for this”
Clark said, “I am sorry but that's funny”
Batman said, “Oh! Really!! Come on, punch me, Clark”
Clark said, “What? Are you kidding? You must be kidding”
Suddenly, Batman punched towards Clark and Clark easily avoided that and said, “You are being childish Bruce” and suddenly Batman used some kind of sonic weapon on Clark and which made Clark nuts because of his super hearing
And Bruce said to him, “Now, imagine Clark if I had a kryptonite now which can be found by the way, it's rare but it can be found, this is why you need training”
Clark said, “Okay, you win, Bruce, teach me how to fight”
Bruce said, “And you will need a new uniform as well, you can't be blur all the time, you need to wear a mask, probably not like mine since you are epitome of light contrary to my darkness”
Alfred said, “And Clark, I have finallly been able to pin point the latitude and longitude of your mother ship in Antarctica, you might find something interesting there as well”
This will be the beginning of World's greatest team………