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parrotficTitle: Themes in the Key of B
Fandom: Batman Begins
Character/relationship: Bruce Wayne/Batman
Theme number: #2 - Unfamiliar Territory
Disclaimer/claimer: I don't own any of these characters. All belongs to WB and Bob Kane and DC comics and David Goyer/Christopher Nolan. I make no money off of this.
Summary: "You do not understand Gotham City"
Notes: You know you wanted to read a second person, original character POV today. Don't even try to deny it.
2.) Unfamiliar Territory
You do not understand Gotham City. It is too big, too different for you to understand.
At the moment, you're here on business, which makes it easier to bear, the strangeness of Gotham. They put you in a medium-sized hotel. Not ostentatious, but not crummy, either. All around you, skyscrapers spring up from the ground, reaching out to touch the sky. In the morning, it can be beautiful, the rising sun reflected off panes of glass. The sight is alien: new and unnatural in a way you can't quite explain.
On the ground, it is similar. The crowds of people, the cars, the stores. It almost overwhelms you every moment you are out. You always wince at the word provincial but you can't help but think of it when you walk around Gotham. You feel like the country bumpkin lost in the big city.
Maybe you are.
---
It is late, you think, and the clock on a nearby building (an office, you think, since it looks closed) confirms that it is one in the morning.
You also think that you may be lost, since all of the streets around you look alike. You think you've passed the same small grocery store three times already. It is surprisingly bright out, the street lights, car headlights, store lights all still on. It doesn't help, however, with getting you back to the hotel.
A few people walk past you, always straightforward, always purposeful. They know where they're going. You don't.
It's a wrong turn, somewhere, and you end up in an alley, with no idea of where to go. Dark garbage, a blank, brick wall blocking the way.
And then there's something pressed against your back and a voice yelling at you to give them all your money.
You're frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do. Well, you do know, but you're so paralyzed by fear that your body refuses to do what you tell it to do.
He's still yelling, snarling, and you finally manage to get your hand to your wallet to give to him, when there's a thud and the pressure at your back is gone, and he's shouting in surprise.
It takes you a few moments to realize that you can turn around now, and when you do, you can only see a black shape fighting your would-be mugger.
When the dust settles (rather quickly, you think, though time has taken on weird shapes), you finally get a clear look at your rescuer, and your mouth drops open in shock.
Batman.
You thought he wasn't real, one of those things that the Enquirer loves to make up, but he stands in front of you, calm and cold. It's hard to make out much of him besides his "ears", his mouth, and his eyes; everything else is hidden in the shadows.
"Are you all right?" he asks, voice low and raspy.
You nod mutely, not sure what to say.
He turns to leave, but you manage to gather your wits. "Wait!" you call after him.
He waits.
"Um, do you know how to get to the Renaissance Hotel?" you ask, feeling very pathetic and very stupid.
He doesn't laugh, doesn't call you stupid, doesn't leave you behind. "Go down twenty-fifth, and when you reach Park Avenue, take a right. It should only be a few blocks further down," he says instead.
You start walking before you realize that you haven't thanked him, and when you turn around, he's already gone.
"Thank you," you say anyway, to the night air. You mean it.
---
Even from an airplane, Gotham seems too big, too massive to ever be fully understood.
As you watch it shrink into the distance, sunset casting the entire city in an orange glow, you think that even though you do not understand it, you cannot wrap your mind around Gotham, maybe there is someone out there who can, who is willing to.
The thought makes you smile.
Fandom: Batman Begins
Character/relationship: Bruce Wayne/Batman
Theme number: #2 - Unfamiliar Territory
Disclaimer/claimer: I don't own any of these characters. All belongs to WB and Bob Kane and DC comics and David Goyer/Christopher Nolan. I make no money off of this.
Summary: "You do not understand Gotham City"
Notes: You know you wanted to read a second person, original character POV today. Don't even try to deny it.
2.) Unfamiliar Territory
You do not understand Gotham City. It is too big, too different for you to understand.
At the moment, you're here on business, which makes it easier to bear, the strangeness of Gotham. They put you in a medium-sized hotel. Not ostentatious, but not crummy, either. All around you, skyscrapers spring up from the ground, reaching out to touch the sky. In the morning, it can be beautiful, the rising sun reflected off panes of glass. The sight is alien: new and unnatural in a way you can't quite explain.
On the ground, it is similar. The crowds of people, the cars, the stores. It almost overwhelms you every moment you are out. You always wince at the word provincial but you can't help but think of it when you walk around Gotham. You feel like the country bumpkin lost in the big city.
Maybe you are.
---
It is late, you think, and the clock on a nearby building (an office, you think, since it looks closed) confirms that it is one in the morning.
You also think that you may be lost, since all of the streets around you look alike. You think you've passed the same small grocery store three times already. It is surprisingly bright out, the street lights, car headlights, store lights all still on. It doesn't help, however, with getting you back to the hotel.
A few people walk past you, always straightforward, always purposeful. They know where they're going. You don't.
It's a wrong turn, somewhere, and you end up in an alley, with no idea of where to go. Dark garbage, a blank, brick wall blocking the way.
And then there's something pressed against your back and a voice yelling at you to give them all your money.
You're frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do. Well, you do know, but you're so paralyzed by fear that your body refuses to do what you tell it to do.
He's still yelling, snarling, and you finally manage to get your hand to your wallet to give to him, when there's a thud and the pressure at your back is gone, and he's shouting in surprise.
It takes you a few moments to realize that you can turn around now, and when you do, you can only see a black shape fighting your would-be mugger.
When the dust settles (rather quickly, you think, though time has taken on weird shapes), you finally get a clear look at your rescuer, and your mouth drops open in shock.
Batman.
You thought he wasn't real, one of those things that the Enquirer loves to make up, but he stands in front of you, calm and cold. It's hard to make out much of him besides his "ears", his mouth, and his eyes; everything else is hidden in the shadows.
"Are you all right?" he asks, voice low and raspy.
You nod mutely, not sure what to say.
He turns to leave, but you manage to gather your wits. "Wait!" you call after him.
He waits.
"Um, do you know how to get to the Renaissance Hotel?" you ask, feeling very pathetic and very stupid.
He doesn't laugh, doesn't call you stupid, doesn't leave you behind. "Go down twenty-fifth, and when you reach Park Avenue, take a right. It should only be a few blocks further down," he says instead.
You start walking before you realize that you haven't thanked him, and when you turn around, he's already gone.
"Thank you," you say anyway, to the night air. You mean it.
---
Even from an airplane, Gotham seems too big, too massive to ever be fully understood.
As you watch it shrink into the distance, sunset casting the entire city in an orange glow, you think that even though you do not understand it, you cannot wrap your mind around Gotham, maybe there is someone out there who can, who is willing to.
The thought makes you smile.
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