Barsad waited back as he watched the brilliant smile spread across Talias face as she looked towards Bruce. He had hoped for more time with her and he tells himself that her happiness means more than any extra time he may have gotten.
It was harder to tell himself that when he saw Bane with John. It had been him and Bane together for so long that Barsad had trouble admitting that John being around bothered him.
Both times he watched the only two people he cared about walk away from him with someone else he sat back with his pistol in his hand wondering why he wasn’t enough, each time it got harder to put the pistol down.
“That grating sound…”
Revis gripped the book shelf, “Why won’t it stop….”
…and as tragedy occurs in one world from long ago…another tale spins…one with two boys…nearly identical to those before, but now, there is nothing stopping them…they forgive each other and take care of one another…Sure, they have their modern day troubles of drug abuse, and occasional spats…but this world seems a bit happier…more uplifting…let’s hope that their story will be able to affix itself into our hearts and bring us tears of joy instead of grief and tear filled anguish.