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Detective Comics
Issue 4: "Old Foes, Part Two: A Date With the Dead"
Written by Nichloas Moreau
Cover by Roy Flinchum

(c) DC Comics

“Mom? Dad?”

“Yes Bruce?” my father comes to life and replies.

“B-but I thought you were...”

“Dead? Of course we’re dead, son. And so are you.”

I breathe for a second, as I try to comprehend what he is saying. “Dead?” I reply.

“You lived your life trying to save victims of crime and now you yourself have become one. You were yet another victim of what Gotham has become.” My father almost seems disappointed about something. “At least you put up a fight ‘till the end,” he continues, “just like your old man.”

“The end?” I ask. “When was that?”

“The Mad Hatter,” my father says grimly, “He killed you. After he used his machine to put you to sleep, he had Schneider murder you in cold blood.”

That’s right, the Mad Hatter! It takes me a while to recall what happened, but the whole scene eventually comes back. Breaking into Waynetech, closing in on the Hatter, a hypnotized Schneider pinning my arms behind my back, it all strangely seems like an eternity ago. So I was killed by the Mad Hatter? I always pictured my death being almost a ‘duel to the death’ epic battle with someone like the Joker, or Ra’s Al Ghul. That, or some punk kid getting lucky with a knife. But never, ever did I see myself being killed by the Mad Hatter. However, life doesn’t always involve epic battles, and anyone has the power to kill.

“Untimely death runs in the family son,” my father continues. “Your great-grandfather was killed in the war. Your grandfather Jack died of a heart attack caused by an over aggressive businessman. Your mother and I were killed in a random stickup. And now your death adds to the family history.

The Wayne name was one of the few good names left in Gotham,” my father adds, with almost no emotion whatsoever. “Your mother and I have been watching you from here for all these years, praying that death had left the Waynes. You were all that was left of us.”

There is a moment of silence. I look into the endless blackness surrounding us. “What is this place?” I ask.

“This place,” my father says, “has no name. There’s absolutely nothing here. It’s just a realm where souls go after they die. There’s nothing to fear here, and nothing to enjoy either. All we have is each other’s company. But it’s a far better place than what we had on Earth.”

I feel myself gulp as I look down at the ground. Am I really dead? Is this really it? I work hard all my life and get killed by a storybook wanabe, and this is where I end up?

I look back up at my father. “You said you were… watching me?” I ask, still curious about this place.

“Yes,” my father replies. My father holds out his hands as if he were holding a globe. Inside of them, a small bulb of light emerges. The light rapidly grows bigger and bigger. I look into the light, which does not appear to have the slightest impact on the blackness around us.

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Description
Detective Comics
Issue 4: "Old Foes, Part Two: A Date With the Dead"
Written by Nichloas Moreau
Cover by Roy Flinchum

(c) DC Comics

“Mom? Dad?”

“Yes Bruce?” my father comes to life and replies.

“B-but I thought you were...”

“Dead? Of course we’re dead, son. And so are you.”

I breathe for a second, as I try to comprehend what he is saying. “Dead?” I reply.

“You lived your life trying to save victims of crime and now you yourself have become one. You were yet another victim of what Gotham has become.” My father almost seems disappointed about something. “At least you put up a fight ‘till the end,” he continues, “just like your old man.”

“The end?” I ask. “When was that?”

“The Mad Hatter,” my father says grimly, “He killed you. After he used his machine to put you to sleep, he had Schneider murder you in cold blood.”

That’s right, the Mad Hatter! It takes me a while to recall what happened, but the whole scene eventually comes back. Breaking into Waynetech, closing in on the Hatter, a hypnotized Schneider pinning my arms behind my back, it all strangely seems like an eternity ago. So I was killed by the Mad Hatter? I always pictured my death being almost a ‘duel to the death’ epic battle with someone like the Joker, or Ra’s Al Ghul. That, or some punk kid getting lucky with a knife. But never, ever did I see myself being killed by the Mad Hatter. However, life doesn’t always involve epic battles, and anyone has the power to kill.

“Untimely death runs in the family son,” my father continues. “Your great-grandfather was killed in the war. Your grandfather Jack died of a heart attack caused by an over aggressive businessman. Your mother and I were killed in a random stickup. And now your death adds to the family history.

The Wayne name was one of the few good names left in Gotham,” my father adds, with almost no emotion whatsoever. “Your mother and I have been watching you from here for all these years, praying that death had left the Waynes. You were all that was left of us.”

There is a moment of silence. I look into the endless blackness surrounding us. “What is this place?” I ask.

“This place,” my father says, “has no name. There’s absolutely nothing here. It’s just a realm where souls go after they die. There’s nothing to fear here, and nothing to enjoy either. All we have is each other’s company. But it’s a far better place than what we had on Earth.”

I feel myself gulp as I look down at the ground. Am I really dead? Is this really it? I work hard all my life and get killed by a storybook wanabe, and this is where I end up?

I look back up at my father. “You said you were… watching me?” I ask, still curious about this place.

“Yes,” my father replies. My father holds out his hands as if he were holding a globe. Inside of them, a small bulb of light emerges. The light rapidly grows bigger and bigger. I look into the light, which does not appear to have the slightest impact on the blackness around us.

to read more go to [link]