Post TDKR, Bruce/Blake RP.

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Bruce Wayne was always an awkward existence. He had a big company, then he lost it; he had the money, then he lost it; he had a life, then he lost it. Blake did not know what to feel as he saw him on the Bat, carrying the atom bomb with him, and then the explosion in the open sea.

He did not know who he was to feel anything. At the funeral, he watched as Alfred broke down in tears, for not even being able to bury his dear boy at last. He watched as Fox went mute, hands in his pockets, staring into distance. He was staring at the gravestone, Bruce Wayne, his hero’s name written there. He did not know what to feel, as he found himself having some difficulties in distinguishing between the symbol and the man himself.

Blake was given the Bat Cave and all the equipment inside, knowing that it meant Bruce passing on the symbol to him, wanting him to be the knight for Gotham when Bruce could not be there.

Blake somehow understood why he had to leave, especially after taking responsibility in protecting Gotham, a city becoming his city, the pressure was immeasurable. If it wasn’t Alfred and Fox being there for him, Blake was certain that he would have broken long since.

That way he really did understand why Bruce had to leave, yet in his bones, he still had that undefined feeling. He supposed he had not the time to figure what his heart was busying about when his city needed protection, so he brushed it away.

He always wanted to tell Bruce that he understood. But what he didn’t understand was why he came back.