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It was a cloudy night, the moon was barely visible and there was a little wind. For the dark and gloomy city of Gotham, this was pretty nice weather.
Thomas and Martha Wayne were leaving the movie theater with their six year old son, Bruce. They were already dreading the next few days. Bruce — grinning from ear to ear — had clearly loved the movie, which meant that's all he would talk about for a while.
“Why don't we walk home tonight.” Martha whispered to her husband, “He'll need to spend some of that energy before bed.”
“Good idea.” Thomas agreed with a chuckle, “At least we might get some peace and quiet tonight.”
As they walked, Bruce stopped talking and started to slow down. He had spent enough energy and was ready for bed.
“Why don’t we take a short cut?” Thomas said, noticing his son’s slow pace.
With a nod from Martha, the three turned down an alleyway hoping to just get home and relax. Those hopes didn’t go through however. A gun being pointed at your head wouldn’t give anyone a sense of relaxation.
“Gimme all you got.” The man with the gun said, slowly inching closer to the family.
Just as Martha took a step back, the man grabbed her pearl necklace, making it break into pieces as he pulled it. Martha and Thomas tried to run away with Bruce only for the two to get shot. Bruce fell to the ground as he watched the blood pouring out of his parents’ bodies.
The shooter grabbed some pearls and ran while Bruce sat there, frozen in shock. It must have felt like hours but was only a few minutes before the police arrived.
When he finally came to his senses, Alfred, his kind butler, was hugging him tight and saying “I’m sorry master Bruce. I’m so sorry.” as tears flowed down his cheeks.
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It's been 12 years since the Wayne incident. Gotham was still as dark and gloomy as ever.
However…
In the past 3 years, Gotham's crime rate had gone up and along with it came some well known criminal names. Most notably, Jack Napier and Jonathan Crane. Also known as The Joker and Scarecrow. Who were being held at Arkham asylum, a mental hospital for the criminally insane.
The Gothamite criminal world was getting more dangerous and continuously grew in size.
Meanwhile,
Bruce, who excelled in academics, was able to graduate high school at 15. People expected him to go straight to college so he could take over Wayne enterprises as soon as he turned 18. No one expected him to travel to who-knows-where and disappear for 2 years and THEN college. Not just that but medical school? And where did he even go?