Author: Jean Carter PM
This is just a quick one shot. Sorry, if it isn't all that great, it was just something that ran through my head. It's what I imagine Batman was thinking when he held that gun. Based off the song "Hurricane" by 30 Seconds To Mars.Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Tragedy - Bruce Wayne - Words: 539 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 4 - Published: 11-23-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7577141
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This is just a quick one shot. Sorry, if it isn't all that great, it was just something that ran through my head. It's what I imagine Batman was thinking when he held that gun. Based off the song "Hurricane" by 30 Seconds To Mars.
I felt the cold metal of the handle in my palm. He stood right there. A devil among men. He was tied to the chair, blood trickling from his lip. His ashen skin gleamed in the glow of the moonlight. It was so easy. Pull the trigger. He was right there. I could do it. He would never hurt anyone again. He would never take anyone away from their family ever again. I'd be doing the world a favor. No one needed him alive. All he did was torture, murder, kill. All he did was kill. He compromised everything I stood for. He threw everything in my face, murdered innocents because he wanted my attention. It was so easy. Pull the trigger. My son, the son I failed, glared at me. "decide, it's him or me." I couldn't lose him again. I couldn't watch him die again, and yet… and yet I knew. It would be so simple, too simple. I had to decide. I couldn't…I couldn't ignore years and years of labor, working for this one goal. I couldn't do what Jason had done. I couldn't be the judge jury and executioner. No one had that right not even for him. Not even after all the pain he had caused me. Still the gun seemed to pulse beneath my hands. He is a murdering psychopath. A monster. Who knows that better than you? He took Jason away. He's killed countless innocents taking thousands of other sons…and daughters! Mothers and fathers. He has taken them away all for the sick pleasure of being able to do it. Jason's right. Grave yard after graveyard could be filled with his victims. For all he's done, he needs to die. He deserves to die. Pull the trigger. Do it! Pull the trigger. NO! I felt the answer screaming inside of me. NO! That's not my place. I stand for justice, a justice found the right way, not blindly killing those who have hurt me. One more cut, one more twist. It doesn't matter what he does to me. I don't decide his fate. I may be one of his victims but I have the strength to know that I can't do that. Not for anyone and not for him. I'm not a judge, I'm not the one who pulls the switch and I am not God. I'm a vigilante who stands for the people. If I am to stand for them, I need to be strong enough to stand for this one belief. I won't do this. I won't give him the ultimate satisfaction of making me break the one thing I stand for JUST FOR HIM!
I dropped the gun, turned my back and started to walk away. I heard Jason cry out, but I didn't turn around. "DECIDE!" I have.