Bruce Wayne died. Death, long delayed, had finally come for him, and he thought he could at last be free.
But a little bird woke him up.
This isn't a figure of speech. It was an actual little bird.
You're awake! We have to go save the world!
Bruce Wayne was silent for a moment. Then he chose to
refuse.
A fun, lighthearted comedy, with a little dark humor and some canon angst. The fanfic worlds have a lot of timeline chaos.
A warning: This isn't a typical Batman story, though it does have a canon background.
A bit of self-indulgence.
Theme: Saving each other
What about the ordinary bird that we promised. If Mr. Richard's body is gone, is it unjust?
It's delicious. I'm looking forward to it. I beg my dad for more.