Author's Note:

Hey guys, I'm back. I'm sorry I've been gone. Things have been pretty shit lately-my dad died, my mom left in her "overwhelming grief", and I was left to take care of my younger brother and sister. I felt like I've let people down during this whole situation, I felt like I let you guys down during this. I've gotten a lot better, my grandparents are helping me out financially and let my siblings live with them. I'm not 100%, but I'm ready to get back into things. I found this while getting used to FF again and as a HUGE comic nerd, I couldn't help but do this story. The idea for this story is all provided by Spiderfan626, make sure to check out his profile and read his stories-they're really awesome! Rights to Batman: Arkham Knight belong to DC Comics and Rocksteady Studios and Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes belongs to Marvel Comics and Disney/Disney XD. Be warned That the first part of this chapter will be awkward. It was tricky to find a way to keep the Arkham Knight ending, but keep it so Bruce kept his fortune so bear with me-I don't think Bruce ever lost his secret identity in comics (Injustice doesn't count) so I have nothing to base the story off of. Enjoy anyway!

BATMAN REBORN

Bruce was tired. His cuts stung in the cold wind of the night, the bruises growing on his body smearing into a dark purple. His ribs moved as he felt the broken bones from the long night and knew that he had fractures all over his body. Even with his body failing, his soul remained firm and he never stopped walking, never stopped to rest and never showing weakness. He knew that this night was the Batman's last night and that there was no recovery from this. He wasn't Clark or Diana or even Hal, he doesn't have godlike powers and he definitely isn't a member of a universal peace force. He was a man and now the world knew it. The Batman isn't a myth, he's Bruce Wayne; the expert crime fighting detective who could make even the most insane people weep was the playboy billionaire who has hookers in his mansion more than anything else. Criminals wouldn't fear him, nobody would fear him anymore.

"How does it feel Bruce? How does it feel to know that you failed? We won and Gotham knows it!" The taunts of prisoners he's brought in over the years has never affected him that much, but right now, he was really tempted to snap all of the militia limbs into pieces. Still, he pushed that feeling down and swallowed as he fixed the cracks in his stony scowl.

Reaching the doors leading to the precinct's garage, he pushed open the large doors and strolled out, gliding past the guards who scrambled back to their stations afterspotting the owner of the famous car they were taking selfies with. He heard their whispers, muttering like high school brats sharing the new vein of gossip, "I can't believe he actually showed up," "If Batman's Bruce Wayne, then who's Robin?" He grumbled a bit before jumping in the cockpit of the car, which for all intents and purposes, was a war machine. He flawlessly sped around each corner with near-flippancy, if it wasn't for the end of his life as he knows it. The shutter doors shot up as the Dark Knight tore through the vandalized streets of Gotham, a once semi-proud city brough to its knees by a lanky man with immoral ideals and something of a god complex. With an encrypted and complicated series of comm systems, Bruce reached his faithful butler, best friend, and father in everything but blood.

Alfred looked crestfallen after noticing the look in Bruce's eye- a look of desparation, "Sir, are you... alright?" He was tentative as if afraid that the pillar of strength of Gotham was going to break down at the tip of a hat.

"I'm fine Alfred. Crane is with the GCPD, he won't be causing Gotham any struggle for years."

"I'm afraid to ask, but there's something else on your mind, isn't there?"

"Yes Alfred, unfortunately there is. Scarecrow revealed to Gotham that myself and Batman are one in the same. Batman must die and a new myth must take its place. I need you to activate the Knightfall Protocal."

"Master Bruce, are you sure? What of Master Drake and Miss Gordon? What about Mr. Fox."

"As long as people know who I am, they won't be safe, this is the only way."

"I will need definitive voice confirmation, sir." Alfred closed his eyes, as if wishing that Bruce wasn't thinking clearly.

"Martha." He rasped out and noticed Alfred flinched, as if struck. "... Right away Master Bruce." Bruce then cut the call and called Tim, informing him of what was going on.

"Meet us at the Clocktower after the protocal is complete, I'll need both you and Barbara there, it's important. And Tim, please contact Dick. I-I'll meet you there."

"Alright Bruce, I'll be waiting." He then proceeded to inform Lucius of the same, barring the talk about his first Ward.

Sighing, he launched out of the Batmobile, gliding up to the randevous place. He gently landed and looked over the city, HIS city then turned around with another, softer sigh accompanied with a glum look. He walked to his "calling card" and pulled the lever down, the city was safe and his job was done. Pressing a few buttons on his gauntlet, the batwing reached his area, roaring with life, contradictory to the Batman's assured a last glance to the dimly lit horizon, he grappled up to the batwing's controls and set his destination for his "final" resting place.

His mansion was large and easily spotted , but large mansion was surrounded by the hoardes of news crews, papparazzi, and anyone else looking for a good picture of the true face of the Bat. He out manouvered the helicopters and tapped down of the soft grass of his front lawn. He never thought it was possible, but the noise nearly tripled and the rather short walk to his front door felt like miles as he removed his cowl and approached the rather depressed form of Alfred Pennyworth.

"You're absolutely sure you want to do this, sir?" He only nodded as he and Alfred moved to the Batcave and set off the explosives set up around Wayne Manor.

Under the deafening explosions, his companion freely wept, his life burning down with the manor. Bruce felt the tear slide down his face and from then, he only knew darkness.

...

"You're crazy! That's what's going on! Joker's still messing with you mind isn't he?!" Tim's hands moved across his shaved head franticaly as Bruce informed him of his final plan in the burial of the Bat: moving to an earth without a Batman, saving Gotham in another way. Dick, who had been quietly listening to his former mentor's plan, frowned as he realized the deeper implication of Bruce's departure.

"You're just giving up? After all these years, after your nonstop commitment to your 'mission', you're just gonna, what, go into retirement?!"

"I've failed Dick! I've let Scarecrow win! I've let the underbelly of Gotham win! Bruce Wayne and Batman died tonight and a new legend will take their place."

"I have a commitment to protect Bludhaven, I can't just drop everything to be you."

"I'm not asking you. Tim, I've trained you the best I ever could have. I've seen your intelligence. There is nobody in this world that I think would fit better than you. Can I trust you to protect Gotham?" Tim stiffened and his jaw tightened at what Bruce was asking of him.

"You can trust me Bruce. I promise that I won't fail you, just float a call every now and then, we'll chat about our lives over tea."

"I'll be sad to see you go Mister Wayne, I wish you a happy life. I hope you can find someone to settle down with." Lucius put his arm out to give a final goodbye to his friend. Barbara rolled closer to Bruce and he looked at her with a sad smile.

"I don't know what to say, I'm not really sure if there's anything to say at all, but I wish you good luck. Just stay safe, please." He bent down to give her a hug and stepped back to face his first protoge, his first ward, the first Robin. He still frowned, troubled by what Bruce decided to do.

"I hope you know what you're doing Bruce. I've never had a reason do doubt you before, but I'm worried that something's gonna go wrong." His frown edged up into a tiny smirk and he grabbed Bruce into a tight hug.

"I've never been prouder to call you all my family. Goodbye. Keep the city safe. Do what I couldn't. Be the heroes that this city needs." Bruce smiled at them all before he grabble to the hatch leading to the roof. He leaped through and looked at the city before him, breathing in deeply. He dived down before quickly pulling up and gliding toward Wayne Manor in its fallen glory.

The former Guardian of Gotham landed harshly in the ashes of his home before moving towards the south space of the Manor grounds. After pressing a few buttons, a large patch shifted and moved revealing a large staircase leading to the Batcave where Alfred was punching a few commands into into the Batcomputer.

"Everything is set up Master Bruce. All we need is the piece you received from the Watchtower."

"I'm setting up the quantum generator now. The inderdimentional formula is set up to take us to a world where there is no Bruce Wayne OR Batman. Activate it when you're ready Alfred." As Alfred put his hand to the DNA scanner, Bruce removed the suit and grabbed the duffel bag filled with his clothes. The Batcomputer signaled the DNA confirmation as positive and the whirr of the machines around him told him to prepare for his new life. As soon as Alfred stepped next to Bruce, a warning alarm flared throughout the cave, making Bruce sprint back to see what triggered the alert. Bruce's eyes widened at what he saw: He miscalculated the blast radius of one of the bombs and shrapnel was imbedded into the quantum power support systems. With the quantum generator not supplied by the exact amount of power, the formula set up to take him to the other earth was malfunctioning horribly. In showers of sparks and the roar of the various machines around the Batcave, Bruce never got the chance to begin trying to shut down the generator when a white hot pain seared through Bruce's chest and the bright lights that flared were drowned out by the blue-ish hue that engulfed his world.

All that was left under Wayne Manor was a bare cavern and a waterfall, the soft taps of the drops falling being the only sound.

...

Bruce didn't know what to feel; he was tired, hungry, disheartened, angry, and he didn't know what to do. He felt the cold floor of the Batcave, so he couldn't have even left Gotham, or so he thought.

"Computer, what happened?" When the only sound he heard in reply was Alfred's soft breathing, he went to manually check on what had happened. The first screen that popped up showed him that the computer was attempting to connect to the nearest non-government satelite, but was having trouble connecting. Bruce grunted out a "Hm" before he began working. He was suprised to see the state of his Waynecorp satelite, or the lack thereof, it was nonexistent! After several other attempts to locate other satelites he knew and getting zero results, he scanned for a general view of the satelites that orbited the earth- or in his case, THIS earth. He subtly hacked into and connected to the first satelite he saw, that being a company non-existant on his earth. Noticing the label "Stark Technologies" He went to research all he could about this earth and was worried, to say the least. Other heroes with completely different powers were littered across the earth, cities like Metropolis, Coast City, or Keystone City didn't exist, and absolutely zero doppelgangers of his friends and family were present on this earth.

"Computer, where am I?!"

"Identity Confirmed: Welcome Mr. Wayne! The Batcave seems to be on the Southwest side of Staten Island, one of the five boroughs of New York, more accurately, you are beneath Staten Island." Bruce gulped hard, he was in an alternate universe with no way back, the quantum generator broken and smoking on the floor. "Although none of your allies are detected on this alternate universe, I have detected the existence of your rogues on this planet, or rogues-to-be."

"Explain. Now."

"According to my databases, Pamela Isley is a student at ESU, Harvey Dent is running for District Attorney, Edward Nigma is the forensic scientist for NYPD, etc. After scanning your DNA for any signs of cellular abnormalities, I can safely say that no harm will befall you, but the cellular aging in your blood is different from a normal human's. I theorize that you lifespan will be twice that of a normal human's, possibly three times."

"Thank you Computer. Off." Bruce sighed after the monitor's lights dimmed. He felt older than he was, or now, older than he will be, but there's no time to rest and no time to mope around. He has to adjust to the new life around him. He has to rebuild, adapt. He has to be reborn, and since that faithful night in Crime Alley, all he's ever known was rebirth. He might've failed in his old life, but this is his chance to try again.

The world needs Batman once again.

End of Chapter 1

Next chapter is Bruce in action

Batman's current armor and gadgets:

-Batman Beyond suit (Arkham Knight Version)

-Batarangs (Sonic, explosive, EMP, electric and remote controlled)

-Remote Electric Charge

-Disruptor

-Freeze Blast (Regular and cluster bombs)

-Explosive Gel

-Line Launcher

-Smoke Pellets

-Batclaw

-Remote Hacking Device

-Voice Synthesizer

Look out for the next chapter: Breakout Pt. 1