Who is Batman?

Chapter 4

Bruce pulled the boots on and zipped up the side zipper, saying, “They fit well and don’t pinch my toes. I do believe I can walk in them. Good job, Andrea.”

Andrea laughed as she headed to her bedroom, saying, “Just let me get my shoes on.”

Five minutes later, they were headed out into the afternoon air.

Bruce stopped as they reached the sidewalk and took a deep breath as he said, “Ah, pollution, how I have missed thee.”

Andrea snorted and said, “Don’t give up your day job to become a comedian.”

Then they set off walking.

Soon Andrea mentioned, “You know, if we walked into some expensive stores, someone might recognize you. You know, since you pay a lot for your clothes.”

“Hm… I suppose, but honestly, I’m kind of enjoying my little vacation,” Bruce admitted as he glanced sideways at her. “Maybe tomorrow I can go to work with you and perhaps someone will know me. That is if I don’t remember myself by morning.”

Andrea let out a heavy sigh before taking his arm and saying, “Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

“Are you tired of having me around already?” Bruce asked, thinking her sigh meant having him around was beginning to bother her.

Andrea turned her wide-eyed gaze toward him as she said, “Oh, no! I really like you, Bruce, but I fear we don’t run in the same circles, and if I get too attached to you only to have you leave…”

Bruce pulled her tight against his side as he murmured, “I don’t think it will matter much. As I said earlier, I like you, Andrea, and I want you in my life, and I won’t be kicking you out of it. Putting the shoe on the other foot, though, once you know who I am, you may be the one kicking me to the curb.”

“You believe you’re that bad of a person?”

“I don’t know what I am. I’m just hoping I have enough redeeming qualities that you’ll stick around,” Bruce admitted.

Andrea lay her head on his arm as she sighed, “Yeah.”

They walked the rest of the way around the block silently, each lost in their thoughts.


Bruce and Andrea stayed out for maybe a half-hour before slowly making their way back to her apartment.

“I’ll make us something to eat if you like,” Bruce told her as they walked in.

“Or we can just eat leftovers from lunch,” Andrea suggested.

Bruce hummed slightly, then said, “No. Let’s have something different.”

Andrea laughed and said, “I think someone wants to prove he can cook.”

Bruce chuckled and told her, “Maybe. You see, I have remembered something my mom used to make, and if you have what I need, I’d like to fix it for you.”

Andrea shrugged as she said, “Okay, I’m good with that.”

So, Bruce walked into the kitchen area and began to look through her cabinets.

Andrea sat down and watched.

When he’d finished, Bruce turned and told her, “You have what I need. What time do you usually eat?”

“Whenever I get home and get something fixed,” Andrea informed him.

Bruce gave the nod, saying, “I’ll start cooking around five then. It doesn’t take long to cook and… well, I feel like I’m used to eating quite late. How about we watch a movie or something for now?”

Sitting down on the couch, Andrea flipped through the channels until they found a comedy to watch until time to start dinner.


“So, Bruce, I picked you up a nice dark blue button-up,” Andrea began as they sat down to breakfast the following day. “I know it won’t be what you’re used to, but it will suffice for now.”

“Why exactly do I need a dress shirt for anyway?” Bruce asked after swallowing a mouth full of eggs.

“Because you are going to work with me today, sir,” Andrea reminded him. “Remember, we have to try and find out who you are since you haven’t remembered on your own.”

Bruce heavily sighed even as he nodded and said, “I remember that I don’t remember.”

Andrea chuckled. “Funny guy.”

They quickly finished their breakfast, and Andrea headed to her room to dress while Bruce dressed in the bathroom.

Stepping out of the bathroom a little bit later, Bruce found Andrea waiting there for him.

Andrea stood up from where she was seated on the couch and smiled at him as she said, “Holy macaroons, Batman, you look good enough to eat.”

Bruce wrinkled his nose in disgust at what she’d said. Then he chuckled and began tying the tie hanging around his neck, saying, “Again with the Batman thing.”

Andrea brushed his hands away and tied the tie for him as she said, “I have decided it’s quite cute. Do you think Batman would find it cute if he heard me?”

Bruce hummed as he stared down into the beautiful face in front of him. He knew he needed to go home, surely someone was worried about him, but the thought of leaving this woman made his heartache. Shaking the unneeded notion away, he cleared his throat and told her, “I think he would find you beautiful and would perhaps find it a bit humorous.”

“So, he wouldn’t be offended by my words because I’m pretty? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Not pretty, sweet Andrea, beautiful,” Bruce corrected. “And, no, he wouldn’t be offended because he would know you don’t mean it in a negative way.”

“Hm… okay, I guess that’s okay then,” Andrea said. “So, shall we go?”

“We shall,” Bruce agreed. “Are we taking the subway?”

Andrea shook her head as she informed him, “I have a car; I just like to walk when I can. Today though, I think it would be a good idea to take it.”

“I agree,” Bruce said. “I don’t know who I am, but if I’m someone people don’t like, they might mob me, and you could get hurt.”

“Or you could be someone people do like, they could mob you, and I could get hurt,” Andrea huffed.

“Yes, I do believe you are right,” Bruce agreed. “So, let’s go. I wouldn’t want to be the reason you’re late.”

So, walking out of the building, Andrea led him to the parking area behind it, and they climbed into her Toyota Camry.

“Nice car,” Bruce said.

“Thanks,” Andrea murmured.

The rest of the ride to her office building was silent. Each of them was lost in their thoughts, but it wasn’t an awkward silence.

Bruce watched out the window of the car, feeling calm despite the circumstances. He almost felt as if he was outside his body, watching himself become enraptured with this new him.

He had no clue who he was, yet he felt as if he’d always been split in half, both sides of him warring with each other. Now though, he didn’t know who he was, and he felt… almost peaceful.

Glancing over at Andrea as she drove, her hands tight on the wheel and nibbling on her lip, he knew it was because of her. She made him feel serene, and he liked it. These last couple of days, he’d been free, free of whatever life he led. Deep down in his gut, he knew he didn’t have an easy life. He knew his life caused him to feel as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, a weight that grew daily.

How do I know this?

Bruce wasn’t sure, but he instinctively knew that people depended on him. Somehow, he also knew this was a burden that wasn’t meant for just one man, yet he carried it all the same. He didn’t get the feeling it was something he resented, just that it was something that he wished he had someone to share it with.

Bruce turned to look back out the window as he felt the car come to a stop.

“Well, this is it,” Andrea told him as she shut the engine of the car off. “This is where I work.”

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