Nothing. It was as if his mind was blank, his thoughts were still as he watched the dark coffin descend into the moist soil.

Alfred had been sick, to proud to tell Bruce but Bruce still knew. Bruce had gotten him the best doctors, did everything, but sometimes everything isn't enough. Alfred died a year after Rachel's funeral, a cruel chance of fate.

He was alone in the world; no one was left. Brucie Wayne would never truly be alone, always surrounded by models and billionaires like him. He would continue going on with life, smiling and dancing until he changed into that black suit, into Batman. Batman too would not change. Possibly more harmful that normal but nothing would change. The same routine.

But Bruce Wayne was different.

A hole enveloped his chest, a yawning crevasse that threatened to swallow him whole.

It took all his strength not to fall or run or kick something, there were too many witnesses. The funeral was supposed to be quiet, a silent reminder to the cool calm collected man that kept him from going insane.

Instead all of Gotham's elite had turned out, ignoring the fact that they weren't invited. Everyone wanted to have an opportunity to fill one of the vacancies in Brucie Wayne's life; no one was going to turn down an opportunity to climb the social ladder.

"Hey Bruce, isn't this a little ostentatious? I mean it was just your butler. I know your looking for a new one so I thought you could have mine. I've been looking for a younger-" the young man never finished that sentence. In a split second all of Bruce's emotions were launched into a single violent act. There was a loud crunch and his hand met the man's face, screams as bystanders looked on in shock.

Bruce hardly registered the throbbing in his hand or the bruise already forming on the man's face.

"Jesus." Someone rushed forward, after Bruce was a good distance away of course, and started examining the poor guys jaw.

Hushed whispers picked up by Bruce's highly trained ears confirmed that his jaw was indeed broken.

People stared at him in shock, it was clear that no one was going to stop him.

In that split second everything changed.

He was no longer Brucie Wayne; he simply was and always would be Batman.