*note: people who played Batman Arkham City, would know this story better

Oh god… My first Fan Fiction ever, so dont tell me crapp stuff like "oh, this is a shitty story". really, i dont want to hear it

recommended to : XxTawn-ApartxX, creator of the dead effect

After the death of the joker, Batman went silent for some few days. There was nothing to save anymore… Harley Quinn is locked in prison, Bane is locked in very tough prison, and Penguin has been beaten out of his blues. Batman smiled. "No more retards to lock anymore" said batman, in a very low voice. This was his first time he talked after 5 days. He felt happier, on how he has beaten up. He changed his clothes. "Master Wayne, someone is here." Bruce, 34, ferocious secret killer, and is usually called the 'smart head orphan', or 'Sherlock of the 21st Century' is intrigued. Who the hell is here, Bruce Wayne thought. Bruce went down. Then he asked the butler, "who the devilish hell is at the door." Alfred shrugged it off. Bruce, silently, opened the door. Then at his surprise, he saw a superhero gizmo. He has a blue cap, and on it, he has white wings at the side of his cap. It says a big A at the front. He has a big star at his shirt, and some red and white stripes. He looks like America itself. The poor man looks like he is sick, and he didn't eat for days. Four days, to be precise, thought Wayne. "Sirr." Said the man feebly, as if he was a old man. But… but he doesn't look old himself. "Who are you" asked Wayne, puzzled.

"Can I see the batman?"

"Well, he is me" said Bruce silently, and precisely. He doesn't want to expose it to the whole neighborhood. "

Can you please help me?"

"what has happened"

"Bucky..."

"Who?"

And Bruce Wayne entered a new world, which he supposed to not to.