The Batman- a short story

 Bruce was running in the hallway, irritatedly. He was scared of something which was behind him. The passage was fully empty and dark. Bruce reached the end and it was a dead end. Bruce had no choice but to face the fear. He turned back and screamed......

'oh, again, that bloody dream!' Bruce woke up suddenly. Alfred came and gave him snacks and tea. He has a meeting today. 'Gotta go right now.' 

Even on the busiest day, he continuously had the thoughts of that nightmare. After a long day, he returned to his mansion.

'Alfred, ready the batmobile.' He went down to Batcave, grabbed his suit and got in batmobile and started to go outside through the tunnel 

but it was never ended.......

He never got out of that tunnel. Despite trying many times, he was in a loop. To break it, he needed to change the route. He inverted the path and started returning to the Batcave and it was fixed. 'Why this is happening to me? Is this a sign of trauma??' 

And he chose to go out manually instead. He went to Gordon and as usual, there were still crimes happening apart from Batman's fear. Gordon reported that

Arkham's some thugs are in Gotham's sewers. ' I am going to check on them' and Batman glided to the ground. Got in the sewer, where he couldn't use any vehicles.

So, he just decided to go walking. 'Walking is weird for me' Batman thought... 

He walked for like an hour but didn't find any clue. And also noticed that he was passing the same things again and again. This time, Batman feared. 

He ran relentlessly and ended up in the same hallway from that dream. 'I have seen this!' At this point, he has already faced Scarecrow. So, he knows this isn't Scarecrow's doing.

And slowly, some distant voice came, it was very difficult to hear it. It made Batman run again in the hallway. He reached the dead end and prepared himself to tackle that thing. It was furiously coming to Batman, a light came out of nowhere revealed the face of that thing or a man and Batman gone into deep trauma. It was none other than his faithful companion, Alfred, covered in blood and a knife in hand.

Arkham Asylum, 

Bruce woke up in jail. 'What do I call it? A nightmare?' Dr Harleen Quinnzel, the psychologist of Bruce Wayne, came in. 'Calm down. These things are normal.

No need to worry.' Arthur Flake, the janitor, was passing by, smiled at Harleeen and laughed at Bruce. 'Mr. Alfred has come to meet you, Bruce.' Alfred came in and greeted Bruce. Put every question aside, Bruce directly asked Alfred, 'why am I here? I am only 8. Have I done any crime?' 

'You killed your parents, Master Wayne.' 

No one woke up this time.......

This is a short story. It doesn't connect to anything. This is the first time when  I have finished a story. This is open for your interpretation. By the way, the concept of Bruce in Arkham Asylum is taken from a DC Comic.