Reborn as Batman

The scan took a little while but soon we got a lock. There he was the man who killed my parents. There he was on my radar and judging from his location he was still near crime alley. Although Gotham city has its differences in terms of how bad each area is. Joe chill was located in the upper east end of Gotham. As a whole Gotham is a small group of islands on the south coast of New Jersey. Just across the river is Delaware Metropolis. 

That was what I could decipher from the radar and my knowledge from my past and present lives. The main problem is that there are many Gotham city maps. Some of which majorly contradict each other. However on the upside with me being in this world now I can get my hands on a definitive version of the map. 

At this point I had a lock on his location. So I can just take the tricorder off the roof with me. Alfred followed me down and back inside. While walking in the hallway we began to talk.

"Alfred if we're doing this then we need to be careful about it."

"Of course master Bruce. What did you have in mind."

"First we need a space to plan our next moves. If I remember right there's a cave under the manor right? We can use there for our base of operations. Nothing complex yet just a clean enough room, tables, chairs, maybe a chalkboard that sort of thing. Also I need a map of Gotham. 

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[Third person POV]

[Location: Gotham City, New Jersey] 

[Date / Time: Wensday , July 10th 1988, 10:30 PM] 

Bruce was down in the new hidden basement of Wayne manor. At least that's what they called it. In reality it was an old access point to the giant iron mine underneath Wayne manor. Bruce had already gotten into the habit of calling it the batcave. He had passed it off to Alfred as a code name to hide what they were really talking about. It had a few tables a map of Gotham city and a White board. Bruce stood by the map table Tricorder in hand  lost in thought. 

It had been a roughly two weeks since the death of Bruce's parents. Everything was set up for his revenge. Step one finding and locking on to Joe chills location. Next getting an alibi for where he would be when the job was done. Then getting a what would one day become the bat-cave as a new hidden basement. Next he needed a suit and a secret identity. Sure Bruce wanted to throw himself into being Batman right away, but he also knew that without the knowledge, experience, and training he had in his last life he would be a disgrace to the mantle. Then it occurred to him who he should be. It made so much sense that he was surprised he didn't think of it earlier. 

If he was too early to be Batman he could be Robin. When he decided this he also realized he would have to change the name of the batcave at least for now. After a little thinking he settled on the name The Nest. It was quick enough to get a simple all back outfit. He could get something more custom later. 

Finally he had gotten settled in the nest and sat down to plan with Alfred. It was only when he put into words he got a quest from the system.

[Quest available: Beginning of the Legend.

Task: Defeat Joe Chill using the weapon that killed your parents 

Time limit: none

Reward: 100 Bat points and 2 Random skills]

He wasn't surprised by it giving him a quest. What truly intrigued him was the amount of bat points it would give him. Bruce turned away from the table. His outfit was all black and tactical. Bulletproof mask and gear were essential not to mention knife resistant. He walked towards the exit of the basement taking a coat off a rack by the stairs. 

Putting it on Bruce walked up the steps taking off his mask and put on his pocket. Opening and closing the door witch had been 

disguised as a book shelf. Alfred stood outside the door waiting for Bruce. They nodded at each other. They walked outside and eventually made it to a car. 

It was black 1988 mustang gt. In order to make sure that nobody new it was them they drove to Wayne tower. Then they switched cars to another all black car. This time it was a 1988 corvette. From there they drove towards Joe's current location on the device. They drove for about another half hour before they reached him. It was a more slum like area in Gotham City. 

The first step was easy they already knew exactly where he was. Getting to the building slinking around corners under the cover of night. Making it to his apartment building and breaking in was easy. The same tactic as last time was good enough. Sneaking up the fire escape and getting to his floor. 

From there Bruce made sure to unlock his window. Difficult but not impossible to do from the outside. The main point was to make sure that Joe felt as much fear as possible before he died. So  as soon as Joe walked past the window Bruce snuck in. He hid in the shadows of the apartment. Joe had been relaxing on his couch the faint buzz of the tv in the background. The Gotham Knights were playing another loosing game. They hadn't had a real star player in decades. The light of the tv did provide enough visibility for Bruce to assess the place so at least there was that. 

Needless to say the apartment stunk. Trash was everywhere piled in the corners. Between Joe and the tv was a table covered in discarded beer bottles and white powered like ash. Each corner of the decrepit couch looked like it was rotting off. There was even black mold in different places all over the apartment. 

Joe's snores reverberated through the whole place. At this point he had sat back down and passed out on his own couch. Bruce reached down his person. His hand eventually met his belt. It was great a good an amazing belt a utility belt if you will. Bruce took a round metal bead out of it. The ball had extra weight added to it on purpose. With a throw it hits his window leaving a large crack. The window was now much easier to break which was exactly the plan.

The sound wakes him up and he whips his head around looking for the cause. Bruce makes another creek in the floor boards. Luring him closer while still staying hidden. 

"Who's there damn it!" Joe stumbled over to the window. Looking around dazedly he kept looking. Suddenly Bruce charged full speed at him. Jump kicking as hard as he could he blasted Joe out the window onto the fire escape. Glass fell around him as he landed on his back. The metal dented beneath him and as he yelled ice flew everywhere. 

Bruce moved quickly hopping out the window onto Joe's stomach. Joe's ribs cracked he screamed and coughed. I a flash Bruce brought out a curved knife. Grabbing Joe's left arm he severed his tendons making sure Joe wouldn't bleed out. Joe screamed again and tried to roll away. He was headed toward the stairs. Before Joe could fall Bruce pulled out another knife from his belt. 

Bruce stabbed the knife into Joe's shoulder before kicking him down the stairs. Joe fell with another loud crash while Bruce kicked glass shards onto him. Joe yelled in fear again trying to get away. To his surprise he actually managed to get down the stairs and run. He ran as fast as he could the pain in his limp and shoulder slowed him down but still he tried. 

He tried to turn only to be met by the same dark figure that attacked him. He kept running where he was going before. Each time he tried to turn he was met by the monster in back. Eventually he tried again onto a bigger street. This time though he had some luck. The shadowy figure wasn't there. 

Joe groaned at the pain in his arm    but kept running through the snowy streets of Gotham. He knew he needed to get away. Find somewhere safe but where? He passed by building after building. He even tried to bang on doors and cry for help. Nobody answered though it's Gotham after all. Some random guy in the middle of the night banging on doors and yelling about some weird black monster? Yeah right! Sounds more like an easy way to get robbed! Not to mention most people were asleep by now anyway. 

So Joe kept running normally by now blood loss would have done more damage to him. But thanks to the fear and adrenaline he kept going. Eventually he arrived at the Gotham theater. Still trying to get away he walked over to the doors. Pulling on them they were still locked. 

"HELP! PLEASE! I NEED HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" The door opened and before he could go in the monster in black was there. He turned around running towards an alley way behind him across the street. 

He recklessly ran across the street and as you can imagine that was a poor decision. But instead of being met by the wonderful and magnanimous Truck Kun he was hit by the black 1988 corvette. Luckily or unluckily depending on your point of view Joe survived. He spun through the air and landed with a snap. His leg was broken and he was covered in even more cuts and bruises. 

Joe was stuck to pavement groaning in pain. The car came to a stop and Alfred stepped out. He was wearing a domino mask. Slowly walking to Joe who was starting to get back up. He looked over his shoulder seeing Alfred walking towards him. He began begging for his life only for Alfred to slap him. 

SMACK!!

Joe fell realizing this man was not here to help him. He was constantly slipping and sliding on the icy road and falling snow. Alfred simply walked after him slowly. The broken man dashed as fast as he could through the snow. Still begging for his pathetic life he fell again when Alfred threw a knife into his one good leg. He started to crawl threw the snow on all fours. Very Mahito of him and like Mahito when reached the feet of someone they weren't there to save him.

It was Bruce who stood over him. Joe looked up at him face covered in tears, snot, blood, and partially melted snow. Bruce's ski mask covered his expression but his eyes were completely cold. 

"Joe Chill" Bruce's voice had vengeful edge to it. It made chills go up Joe's spine and suddenly his wounds stung like hot knives. 

"You are the slinking coward who murdered Thomas and Martha Wayne." Shock ran throughout Joe's whole body he had no idea how this person knew it was him. 

"T-That w-was only two we-weeks ago how?!" Joe stuttered out the words. 

"Yes. You took them without mercy or regret and in cold blood Chill." Venom seemed to fill Bruce voice.

"H-How do you know this?! How could you possibly?" Joe tried to move back only to be met by Alfred standing behind him. 

"I know because I watched it happen! I know because I am the son of the man you murdered" Bruce pulled up his mask with one hand still locking eyes with Joe. It was only the Joe realized just how small he was the monster that was chasing him was just a 8 year old kid. A kid who looked shockingly familiar and startlingly angry.

"I AM BRUCE WAYNE!" Bruce's rage filled expression only deepened as he yelled at Joe.

"No, oh no!" He tried to take a swing at Bruce only for Bruce to doge the wild blow whipping out another curved knife this time slicing all the tendons in his right arm. Joe cried out in pain once again as Alfred stamped his boot on the man's back. Holding him still Bruce grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face up to meet his eyes. 

Bruce's punched chill over and over again. Not letting up he kept raining down blow after blow. At this point Joe's face had turned red and somewhat swollen. Bruce hit hard for a kid but at the end of the day he was still a kid. Dropping him face down back into the snow he grabbed him by the shirt and pulled Joe back up to look Bruce in the eyes. 

"Now tell me Who ordered the hit on the Waynes?!" Bruce yelled in his face. Joe shook with terror and frantically shook his head no. 

Bruce slapped him then slapped him again while Alfred ground his heel into Joes Broken leg. Joe screamed in even greater agony than before. His pained screech was like music to Bruce's ears. He could feel the emotions of both kid Bruce and assassin Bruce flair.  

Smacking Joe again Bruce yelled "TALK!" 

"OK OK I'll talk!" Joe tried to wiggle away in fear. 

"WHO WAS IT?! WHO!" Bruce pulled him back in and punched him again. 

"I-It was Falcone! Carmine Falcone!" Joe winced in pain from the blow and tried to turn away. Bruce grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. He slapped Joe then backhanded him. 

"Why! WHY DID HE HAVE THEM KILLED?! WHY DAMN IT!?" Bruce roared at him.

"I don't know I swear! I just take orders I don't know anything else please! I'm sorry just let me go! Please don't hurt me!" The cowered begged tears streaming down his face. 

"WHERE IS HE !? WHERE CAN I FIND HIM?!" Bruce pulled the knife out of Joe's shoulder.

"ACK! Please stop! I'll talk! I don't know where Falcone is I meet with middle man at the docs!" Joe shivered not from cold but from fear. 

"Which dock?!" Bruce gritted his teeth. Poking the blade slightly into Joe's throat. 

"The f-first one! By Aporo P-Park! P-Please that's all I know! All I know! I Swear!" He said panic filling his body. 

"Is that so?" Bruce dropped Joe to the ground. Alfred flipped him over so he would be facing upwards. 

"Then you are no longer needed." Bruce said coldly. Grabbing another object hooked on his belt. It was a gun the same gun that killed his parents with the same two bullets loaded.

"WAIT! NO! PLEASE! I TOLD YOU  WHAT YOU WANTED!" He pleaded with Bruce for mercy. 

Suddenly Bruce could hear a voice in his head a voice he believed at first to be himself.

"He is beaten. Let your devotion to justice temper your rage." The voice was calm almost soothing and for a moment he considered not doing it. Then he heard another voice a darker voice.

"He took your parents, ruined your life, fulfill your destiny! Become what you are ment to be! An agent of Vengence! He knows who you are if this man lives you die." For a while Bruce fell silent he knew what he wanted to choose so he did exactly what he wanted to do.

"This is for my mother." Bruce lifted the gun to his chest and fired.

BANG!! 

Joe groaned and swerved on the ground gurgling and choking on his own blood. 

"This is for my father!" He lifted the gun to Joe's forehead. For the slightest of movement Bruce waited. A tiny glimmer of hope shone in Joe Chill's eyes. 

BANG!! 

The second bullet struck his throat he gurgled with blood that choacked down screams. 

" What I do from now on is for me and what's to come!" Bruce said pulling out another knife. He sliced open Joe's shirt and carved a message in his chest. Then plunged his blade into his heart and watched the light fade from Joe's eyes as they made eye contact. After that he took the gun and plucked the bullets from the corpse. Turned and walked away from the snow covered alleyway. Leaving Chill's body to bleed out in the snow.

Alfred stared at the corpse in the snow. Dead in very same alley that had taken so much from him. His expression was unreadable especially with all the darkness around him. He took one last look turned and followed Bruce. Walking to the car he opened the back door for Bruce. Closed it and walked around getting in the drivers seat. Starting the car he was about to drive off when suddenly Bruce spoke. 

"Alfred makes sure to clean the car up before selling it off. At least it'll be of some use then." He was removing his blood covered gloves. 

"Of course Master Bruce." He said his tone neutral.  

"Oh and Alfred…. Thanks."

[A/N haha I made the dead line haha]