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Taking a deep breath Bruce rocked back and forth on the ledge of the Wayne building. One of the highest buildings in Gotham. The one that only certain employees have access to and of course the batfamily.
No one would bother Bruce here. Its past the employees work hours and the rest of the batfamily is out by the docks on a stake out. Bruce was suppose to join but then Dick had said that it would be good bonding activity for the siblings and asked if he would stay back. Bruce couldn't say no to Dick so he stayed but his thoughts got the best of him and now, he's here.
Bruce isn't proud of it, he's suppose to be stronger. He's batman. He isn't suppose to be here but its so nice. The thought that he doesn't have to keep going. That he can finally rest and be done with it all.
No more running around for W.E. No more Justice League business that's almost always life or death for the world. No more rogues to fight. No more making up excuses. No more galas. No more stressing. Just no more.
It would be so easy to just finally tip forward a little more and be done with it. Be free of the burdens he has to face everyday.
The only thing that keeps him here is his family. The Justice League has all the protocols to keep them running. The batfamily can take care of the rogues and Tim is ready to take over W.E he has been working for it his whole life after all.
Smiling at the city below him, he tipped forward just a little farther before rocking back again.
He could just.. stop all of it and tip forward, put himself at rest. Its so tempting but his family is here, but.. he has family on the other side as well.
Family he hasn't seen in years. Family that he loves and wants to see. His mama and papa. He miss them. He just wants his mama to comfort him again. And his papa to be there and ruffle his hair no matter how much he complains. They missed so much of his life and he wanted them there so that they would not miss anymore of it.
They missed him growing up, they missed Dick coming into his life and growing up, they missed the rest of his kids coming and growing up, and they missed him. Emphasis on the him.
He was not how he was at 8 and he knew it, he had changed and his mama and papa missed it. They weren't there. Alfred was there but he isn't his parents and he never will be. No one can replace his mama and papa.
Tears filled his eyes at the thought of his parents not being there for him and his kids. They would have loved them. They have all accomplished so much in the short while they have been alive. They are truly remarkable. With no help of him. All he has done for them has harmed them. He never should have taken them in, he just made their lives worse. He's the worst thing that has happened to them. And the only way for him to stop hurting them is for him to go, for him to leave.
He has to do this for his children, he has to stop hurting them.
Taking his last meaningful breath he let him self tip forward. The wind ruffling his hair and the ground rushing up to meet him. He felt at peace with his decision. Closing his eyes he let himself go.