Hey guys! It's been awhile since I last wrote anything PERIOD! But after watching the new 300 movie, a spark of inspiration had me writing this new story~ the characters may be out of character, but please keep in mind that this is takes place in an alternative universe! Enjoy! And let me know what you guys think !

"Bruce!" a voice called out to him from the distance. He slowly turned his head towards the direction of which he thought he heard it from, but there was no one or nothing to be seen-it was pitch black. His lips slightly parted as he looked to the other side in confusion. Again, he was confronted with emptiness but this time it was pure white. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes races back and forth looking for any signs that might indicate where he might be or why he was here. His body automatically tensed at the notion of a new sound that flowed into his ears-water. At first it sounded like small trickles of water, but then it grew louder and more frequent. His eyes quickly lowered to look at the floor below him. There was a small stream that ran right between his feet, dividing the two sides of the room. His gaze followed the direction of which the water was running. He made out a small figure standing a few meters away from him directly over the stream of water. The figure's shadow was cast between the two of them, half of it black and the other half white – each opposite of the side that it was cast upon.

"They killed them." The boy whispered, his voice laced with ice. Bruce remained silent as his face quickly turned to stone. It was him. The boy was him.

"They killed them both," he whispered once more. Younger Bruce began to slightly sway back and forth as he hung his head so his chin was touching his collarbone. Bruce had an urge to reach out to the child so he could comfort him; for he understood the pain, the horror and the loss. But instead he just lowered his head just as the boy had. It was just a dream, it'll pass.

"And they'll kill them all," a small thud was heard as the boy dropped to his knees. Bruce looked up in dismay as he found his younger self dipping his hands in the water below as tear drops began falling from his pointed chin. Bruce's breath hitched as he saw the tear drops change the stream into a river of red. The red substance began to overflow and spread past his feet, changing the once black and white world to a crimson red. He tried to retreat but found his feet bound to the floor by the hands of the boy who was now looking directly up at him. Instead of finding the icy blue eyes he is usually confronted with when he looks in the mirror he finds orbs of rouge, filled with hate and anguish. The boys crimson gaze quickly disappeared in the murky water that was now rising faster than before. Bruce slowly looked up and lightly closed his eyes as he felt the water crawl up his neck.

"I know" he whispered to himself right before he was completely engulfed by the crimson fluid.

"Rough night?" Dick asked as he poured a cup of coffee. Bruce, who was leaning over the table with his head in his hands looked up and gave the younger man a short grin before accepting the coffee.

"Guess you could say that," Bruce sighed as he closed his eyes and took a long sip. Dick made his way around and sat beside him on the bench. Bruce always found it odd that he had preferred sitting next to people rather than in front of them, especially when it was one on one. But Dick had justified this odd behavior by saying he likes to watch people interact, or as Tim would like to say; go on 'Barbara-Watch'.

Bruce looked around the dining hall and noticed how populated it was today, but then again he rarely ate there. The round tables were filled with chatter and laughter as people discussed their days and plans. A tinge of jealousy filled him as he saw friends, couples and families make conversation. He glanced past the tables and saw his dear friend Alfred working in the kitchen. The elderly man wiped his forehead with his rolled up sleeves as he prepared to pick up a large basin from the ground.

'I'll have to ask for more volunteers' Bruce told himself as he silently apologized to his friend. His attention was brought back to Dick when his ex-apprentice slid a folded piece of paper under his cup of coffee. Before asking him what it was, Bruce unfolded it and quickly read over the report.

"We can't stay here long," Dick murmured as he shook his head, "we can't stay anywhere long,"

"How certain are we about this?" Bruce slid the paper back over to the younger man.

"Enough. The source itself is credible," Bruce took another sip of his coffee.

"Then we'll begin preparations tonight," Bruce got up to leave, "try not to spook the refugees,"

"You got it," Dick leaned back as he lazily saluted his mentor as he left, "Master Commander,"

Bruce just nodded his head in amusement as he walked out of the dining hall back towards his quarters. As he walked down the tunnel he was greeted by many refugees; all of whom thanked him and wished for the best. Though it felt great to receive acknowledgement for doing his job, he wanted to tell them to hold their thanks. It was not over yet. The war with the Supreme was still going on, and there were still many more struggles and hurdles to overcome. His jaw automatically clenched at the thought of "The Supreme". He was the start of everything; the war, the pain & suffering, the injustice and the loss. The Supreme was a being that was not of this planet; he was infinitely stronger, faster and smarter than most of the beings that occupied this planet. Utilizing his abilities and both the fear and hope he brought about in humans, he rose to power. Eventually, he held half of the world in the palm of his hands and the other half tried to fight against his rise for power, thus the beginning of world war three. The war was now coming to an end after 20 years, with more than 9/10 of the world under his rule. The other 10% was considered the resistance, and they lived in constant fear as they ran from the elite group called "Purgers" who were assigned to chase down and capture them. Bruce was the leader of the primary group of resistors, the Alpha resistance group which was generally located on the north eastern coast of what used to be North America. The headquarters of the resistance was located closest to the capital of the supreme, which was both a blessing and a curse. They would get news and information the fastest, but they were also living in constant fear of being discovered.

"Why the long face?" A sultry voice pulled him from his thoughts. Bruce immediately knew who it was and didn't stop to chat as he walked right past her to the entrance to his room. He tried to concentrate on typing in his pin code when he felt a delicate hand slide up his forearm. He sighed and paused a second before looking into her dark green eyes.

"Bruce," she whispered seductively as she slyly stepped in-between him and the door, "why are you avoiding me?"

"Selina," he turned his head to the side as soon as she tried to caress his chiseled jaw bone, "we can't do this,"

"Why? Everybody knows our beloved commander needs his own sort of pleasure," she lowered her eyelids as she brought her hand from his arm to the back of his neck, "I'm just here to help,"

"Now is hardly the time," he gently but firmly grabbed her hand at the nape of his neck and brought it down to her side.

"When will it ever be?" She now sounded irritated. Without waiting for a reply from Bruce, she slid away from him and walked quickly down the hall.

Bruce just rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger and typed in his pin-code with his other hand. He walked into his quarters and stripped himself of his shirt. He laid down on his make-shift bed and closed his eyes. It was quite the eventful morning; first the dream, then the news of being almost discovered and last but not least the little tango with Selina. He would never deny that there was an attraction between the two of them, but it was more physical than anything else. She was exquisite, a rare beauty. But there was more to her than just that; Selina was brilliant, cunning and a great fighter. What kept him from succumbing to his desires were his job, and the uncertainty he felt with her. Many relied upon his decisions, and he couldn't let personal things get in the way of his judgment.

He chased away those thoughts as he began to make room for ideas of how he was going to go about with the next supply run. It was getting harder and harder to find supplies, as the empire began to sweep the area in order to build new structures for the ever-growing society. Hopefully when they relocate they would find themselves in an area with an abundant supply of food, tools, medication and other things. His thoughts were once again interrupted as his com-link went off, signifying an incoming call. He lifted his hand and waved it once over his ear.

"Bruce here," He responded with his baritone voice, "what is it Cass?"

"Bruce…" Her voice was shaking. Bruce sat up, it wasn't like Cassandra to sound so shaken up.

"What is it?" he demanded urgently, "What happened?

"Bruce…they killed Talia," she barely got out before sobs could be heard over the com-link. Bruce ground his teeth. Talia was in charge of the Delta resistance group located by Infinity Island. He tightly shut his eyes as images of his past lover came to paint the back of his eyelids. She was the strongest woman he had ever known. Her loyalty to her people and cause had enraptured him, but their romance was short-lived as they had parted ways. He had jeopardized her father in a mission that they both partook in, and she was forced to return to Infinity Island to take over her father's position as leader of the resistance group. Was it his fault that she was murdered? Had he lost another beloved person in his life because of his insolence? What was he even doing? He shook his head as if to force the negative thoughts away. First thing was first, he needed to get Cassandra out of there before she ended up dead as well.

"Cassandra, did you make it out okay?" he didn't know what he would do if he lost her as well, Cassandra was like a younger sister to him.

"Yes, Tim brought reinforcements and we're currently on our way to checkpoint 1587," her voice now steady.

"Okay, I want a debrief sent over ASAP. Also, don't spread word of this-not yet,"

"There's a problem with that…" her voice now sounding serious, "Jason knows,"

Bruce jolted up to his feet with this new information. His hands balled up into tight fists as he took a deep breath. This was the worst possible way this could have played out. Jason was in love with Talia, but Talia had still loved him. It caused their once mentor-mentee relationship to fall to pieces as Jason was spiteful against him. But on top of that Jason was a rash, uncontrollable and emotionally-driven young man. He picked up his shirt from the bed and put it on as he quickly fled his quarters. He sprinted down the tunnel as he frantically looked for Jason.

"Bruce you th-" he turned off the com-link as he tried to keep a clear head. He came to an abrupt stop at Jason's room and typed in the override pin-code. The door opened and he found the room completely ransacked; there were clothes all over the place and feathers from what used to be pillows scattered everywhere. He walked over to the closet and slid the door open to find the gun-case empty. Bruce cursed under his breath as he slammed the door shut and quickly made his way over to the communication center of the base. Everyone got up from their seats and saluted him as he entered the room, but he didn't even acknowledge the greetings as he slammed his fist on the table and opened up the computer's voice control and barked,

"Where the hell is Jason Todd?"

So? What'd you guys think?!

I apologize for all the grammatical errors, like I said before… it's been awhile since I last wrote anything so I actually did have some difficulty keeping the grammar in check. I'll be sure to edit this ASAP~

Thanks for reading! ^-^