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After witnessing the murder of his parents, Bruce Wayne dedicated his life to fighting crime in Gotham City. With years of intense physical and mental training, and a vast family fortune, he has became a symbol that strikes fear into the hearts of criminals. He is Batman: The Dark Knight.

Real Name:Bruce Wayne
Base of Operations:Gotham City
Occupation:Industrialist, Philanthropist
Marital Status:Single
Height:6'2"
Weight:210 lbs.
Eye Color:Blue
Hair Color:Black

A wealthy philanthropist, Thomas Wayne, his wife Martha and their 8 year-old son, Bruce Wayne, were coming out of a movie theater. The time was 10:47 p.m. As they stepped onto Park Row (now called Crime Alley), a masked gunman named Joe Chill came out of the shadows wanting Martha's pearl necklace she was wearing. Before young Bruce's eyes, Chill shot and killed Thomas Wayne in cold blood and then Martha as she was screaming for help. Bruce, traumatized at the sight of his parents' death, would never be the same. After his parents' death, Bruce was raised by his the wise and loyal butler Alfred Pennyworth, and inherited his family's vast fortune as well as his father's company Wayne Enterprises.



Facing his parents' gravestones, Bruce made a solemn oath to avenge his parents' deaths. He toured the world looking for experts on various fields, training himself mentally and physically. Despite fiscal security, happiness eluded Bruce. Young Bruce was comforted by Dr. Leslie Thompkins, who helped him to mourn his parents and find a purpose in life. At age fourteen, Bruce started a twelve year walkabout around the world to study and learn various subjects. For academics, he studied at Cambridge in England, the Sorbonne in France, as well as other famous European universities. A Frenchman named Henri Ducard taught him man-hunting, a ninja named Kirigi taught him stealth, an African bushmen trained him in the art of the hunt, and Nepalese monks taught him healing.



He would return to Gotham City, where he decided to become a vigilante. But despite all his honed skills, he knew something was missing. Bruce believed criminals to be a "superstitious and cowardly lot", and in order to rid Gotham of evil, he needed to reinvent himself into a terrifying symbol that would strike fear in the hearts of criminals. While in his father's study, a large bat came crashing in. Bruce saw this as an omen, and recalled his fear of bats as a child and decided to use the bat as his symbol. Using his vast wealth, Bruce designs a costume and state of the art equipment based on bats. From this point on he lead a double life. By day, the playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne, and by night, vigilante crime-fighter Batman.

 
 

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Shizukotenshi Report | 05/26/2015 7:18 pm
Shizukotenshi
-glances and walks away-
Sonic Cry Report | 04/19/2015 9:28 pm
Sonic Cry
"Hello, Mr. Wayne." Sara said in a friendly, warm and inviting tone.
I Am John Kramer Report | 03/20/2015 4:45 am
I Am John Kramer
[[Hey its been a while.]]
Sinister Scarecrow Report | 02/27/2015 9:24 am
Sinister Scarecrow
[[Only if you feel like it :} ]]


It had always been like this, a waiting game... he didn't mind waiting, not one bit... he was a patient sort of man, very reserved, perhaps that was one of his virtues, one of the few... to the victor goes the spoils, early bird gets the worm, he was a silent predator, cunning, and ruthless, the world was his oyster, and every sentient being within it his loyal often unwilling test subjects, they had to be unwilling... no need studying fear with a willing mind, the results were tumultuous at best. Above him the rain poured from a gaping wound in the sky, spilling forth crystalline tears like sadness at a Sunday funeral, on occassion lighting flashed, sparking dashes of light over a crooked figure bent in the alley, slender and emaciated like a living skeleton swathed in tattered robes of swamp green and brown. From the pooled darkness where his face would have been cloaked by a burlap hood, glowed three menacing emerald eyes... hellish and demonic. And if the good Doctors appearance wasn't frightful enough, one would squeal in fright over the gleaming scythe, a vision of death itself like the embodiement of the reaper pinned neatly along his back. His unfortunate prey for the evening was a young couple, newlyweds his research had told him...Jackson and Diane... sickeningly somewhat like the song, the vision of cheer turned his stomach, watching as they huddled close together moving swiftly under the cover of an umbrella... 'Funeral' the wind hissed, speaking in words only he could hope to understand... and as they passed closely by his alley... he swiftly followed after them...

A shadow had suddenly swept over the couple, screams in pitch darkness, darkening hearts, twisting knots in throats... darkness, and swirling shadows... with a scream Diane suddenly awoke, frantic as she taste a mouthful of dirt... tears and snot streaming down her face, makeup running... fingers sore and bleeding, once more the lightening flashed... she was in a hole... and above her... a gravestone... settled upon it, perched like some demonic springheeled Jack... 'Jackson!' "--Where the ******** is he!? Who are you!? What is this what do you want!?" she cried, "--Coffin, you're in a coffin pet... and... Jack..." he hissed, speaking the word like it was not one mentioned in polite society... "--He lies not but 5 feet from you..." a pause again, and a hideous smile from behind his gas mask... "--Buried alive... can't you hear his screams?" and when she listened closely she could... muffled, distant, and weak, shrieks of pure terror, of anger, the skrtch of nails along wood as he fought to free himself from his tiny prison... "--Oh my god, oh my god..." instantly she began to hyperventalate... and while she panicked unable to move... drugged... he studied it all, jotting down notes casually as he glanced to others... hired help, "--Bury her..."
Master Cobblepot Report | 02/23/2015 3:28 am
Master Cobblepot
A gruff voice trumpeting out at the head off his office, turned steely eyes upwards from off his neatly stacked papers, coming eye to eye with his once former nemesis, "--Heh, and so the Dark Knight has arrived, I estimated it wouldn't be long before you poked your head in, is this a typical house call Batman? Beating around the proverbial bush, trying to drive out any remaining skeletons in my closet? Or is it information you seek? I might have been... Gone for a time, but I am never without my resources," retirement might have hit for the old bird, depriving him of his old ways, but wolf in sheeps clothing had served him very well, indeed if he'd known he'd profit so well, Oswald would have retired sooner...
. [[ apologies for the delay]]
Razorblade Smiles Report | 02/21/2015 3:29 am
Razorblade Smiles
Saw your status couldn't help myself and drop momentarily into IC... "--How sweet Batman, dropping proposals left and right, I always knew your heart belonged to me... Hee hee Haa! Should I be the bride or the groom? Hmm? I do say though as a change white would look stunning on you..." emotion_dowant
Razorblade Smiles Report | 02/20/2015 1:29 pm
Razorblade Smiles
Part of the reason why I came back from my hiatus, I'd love to RP but what I've noticed from my perch as Hatter it has been dreadfully slow lately, is everyone dead, I thought that was my job? Kidding, kidding smile
Razorblade Smiles Report | 02/17/2015 2:52 pm
Razorblade Smiles
Decided I couldn't stay away, I missed my nemesis... Hee hee, what's shaken Batsy?
Trafalgar-ya Report | 01/22/2015 11:31 am
Trafalgar-ya
"Bruce."
*Hey! >X< um sorry for the random comment and all but im trying to get back into the fandom! xd i use to be Slade Wllson on here xd but anyway hope not to bug' ya' bat's! xd*
Starling Arsenal Report | 01/10/2015 9:12 pm
Starling Arsenal
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