Confessions // Superbat ✔️

Life of The Common

Metropolis was a lot different from Gotham. They were like the complete opposite of each other.

If Metropolis was the city of Sunshine, Gotham was always damp with rain.

If Metropolis' worst accident was a car falling off a cliff, Gotham was where criminals take birth and shake grounds.

If Metropolis' saviour was the Boy-Scout-Sunshine-Boy, Gotham's was a certain someone who everyone refers to as The Dark Knight.

They were two different cities, having nothing in common at all.

Bruce Wayne was someone who was born in the city that stinked of crime. He lost his parents to the criminals of its dirty streets. Yet, he held a special love for her.

Because it was home.

Gotham was where he was supposed to be.

But however, he felt the urge to know how life would be in a city like Metropolis.

Fair enough, he had gone out of Gotham and lived in other countries, better and worse than it. But he always stayed in a luxury suite or a rat hole. There was no in-between.

Never once in his life had he stayed in a normal apartment that was just good enough for a guy to live in.

And now, he was about to do just that.

It was easy. Metropolis was just a city away and his nocturnal activities wouldn't be interrupted.

Moreover, Bruce wished to know what his business partner, Lex Luthor, was upto, making an effort at building a kryptonite plant. Metropolis was just the place where he could observe him for a while.

Bruce gazed out at the vehicles that zipped past them as they drove through the busy roads of Metropolis.

He tilted his head up and saw something that wasn't a usual sight in Gotham--the Sun.

Everything glistened in the Sunlight--even the people.

Bruce felt the heat pick up. But that was okay.

He looked to his side and saw the newspaper that Alfred had bought, lying on the seat beside him. "The Daily Planet" Bruce whispered to himself, the name of the newspaper.

He took it and started to go through its contents just to kill time.

"Superman saves the day yet again" the main headline read and Bruce put on an impressed face.

He wondered how Godly the Metropolitans see Superman as.

Fair enough, he was an all powerful being. But all that he ever does is retrieve kittens from tree tops.

And then, the people go praising him.

Bruce even noticed a huge statue of Superman painted in gold, as he entered the city.

He had mentally face palmed then.

He couldn't quiet figure out why people worshipped an over powered alien who could , at any time, go rogue if he wanted to.

If he does, that would be the end of the world.

No.

Who says so?

There is someone who would be able to stop him.

Bruce smirked at the thought and folded the newspaper and put it back on the seat, going back at watching the buildings and vehicles outside.

Soon, they reached the apartment where Bruce was to stay in for a week and Alfred helped him settle in. Then, Alfred left for Gotham and Bruce was all alone in his little apartment.