Batman: Arkham Days

~Chapter 1~

Ah yes, June 26th, 1995, it was. How sad and painful he must have felt, his parents the victim of a cold-blooded killer.  The only child, the only survivor while his poor parent's red petals spread on the concrete of. . . . "Crime Alley"

It was Midnight, and the Wayne Family had just gotten out of the Gotham City Opera house, Bruce Wayne, their precious son was so delighted being there. They had awfully been apart so they decided why not do family bonding, take their son to his favorite show. They decided to take a shortcut down an alley to go down to the next street to take a cab there, oh how unfortunate. . .they encounter a man; He wore a dirty ol' rugged jacket, pants that had it's color wore off to a dirty yellow color, he had a mask on (likely wore it to keep his identity hidden) and of course. . .He had a gun.

Oh the shock on the Wayne's faces were just priceless, how the Father pleaded "You don't have to do this" pathetically. How the Mother gave her pure white pearls over to the man. However, we all know how it ended. . . 

BANG

BANG

BANG

BANG. .

Two bodies dropped dead, Bruce standing over his precious parents corpses. The man ran off, leaving the child alive, traumatized, and broken.  The small Wayne was speechless, he felt like all the air that was inside of him was taken away. He soon felt his eyes sting, hot tears running through his soft cheeks rapidly. He collapsed on his knees, heart tighten, shaken all over.

"M-Mom?"

"D-D-Dad?"

He said, shuddering as he could not keep his voice from shaking in pure fear. He was shocked, how could this had happen. Was it. . .Was it his fault? He cried for hours and hours until someone noticed finally and called the police.  Meanwhile, in the police station, James Gordon answered (At this time he was in his late 20s and a new policeman) 

"Hello?" He answered.

"H-Hello? Hello, is this the G.C.P.D? I would like to report a Murder"

He was shocked. A murder? Just now?!

James calmed himself and said: "Okay, tell me where you are, are you hurt?"

"No i'm not the one hurt, there is a child with two dead people beside it, I-I think its the kid's parents!"

"I'm at Park Row, f̴̨̮͇̭̣͓̜͚̞̞̐͘͜j̵̧͓̭͚͚̳̚w̴̛͉̘̱̟̺̮͊̈́͋̓̔͊̅͗̌̍̅̚͜͝͝j̴͉̖̭̩̾͋͒̔̿̊̒f̶̟̱̺̹̆̾̑̈́̿͂̐̽̅̇͝͝w̶̜͙̝̗̲̩̺͍̟̺̞͛̎̑͊̍͒̓͘͘͠j̴̥͎̆̐̇̿͂͠k̴̥̳̦̜̻̻̠͚̉̄̍̄͜ ̸̙̱͋  street at e̸̡̗̖̠̦͍̰̘̗̞̮̍̍̚h̸̩̯̠̠̞̺͚͇͎̜̙̀͛͘ͅb̶̨̢̨̹̺̙͓̪͇̟̙̑̋̀̋͜ͅg̴̡͎̖̳̬̠͈̠̠̉͐͆̈́͛̃ē̶̖͉̝̞̺̪̼͑̌͜n̵̢̛̛͙͇̮̫̯͕̻͑̾̓̃̾̐̐͆̂̊̓̽͝ ̴̨̳̣͕̯̬̬̝̼̟̳̏̉ avenue "

"Okay, police are on their way"

After they were called it took hours for them to get here. Police found 2 dead, Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne, with their son Bruce Wayne being the only survivor of the mugging. Bruce was in so much trauma he could not speak to police, his heart kept beating, the memory of his parent's death kept repeating over and over and over again that it just wouldn't stop. Bruce's guardian was called to take him home after what happen, they didn't want the child to stay at the crime scene. Eventually he was  taken home, his poor butler, his guardian, his only family he had left was worried sick. His young master wouldn't speak nor eat. 

"Master Bruce?"

"Please. . .Talk to me Master Bruce"

"Can you hear me?"

". . ."

". . ."

Bruce began to shed tears again.

"Al-Alfred?"

"Y-Yes! It's me, Master Bruce are you okay?"

He held Bruce like he was caring for a baby. He didn't know what would happen, he didn't know if he would ever respond. "Master Bruce, I'm sor-" 

"A-Alfred, is. . .is it my fault?"

He began blaming himself, he couldn't erase the though of them being shot because of him.  He couldn't stand it. Why, Why did they had to die? What did they ever do to deserve this? Was it his fault for asking them to take him to the opera? Did he cause this? Why . . . What went wrong?

"No, Nonono. Don't you dare blame yourself, it wasn't your fault"

"Bu-"

"What happened that night wasn't because of you, you are a victim. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect them. To protect you"

"Master Bruce, i'm so sorry. I wish I could of done something, I just hope you forgive me. . . Master Bruce?"

Bruce began to pass out. Everything happened so fast, he couldn't keep track. He was tired and stressed. He needed some rest and some shut eye. His butler, Alfred, put him to bed. He closed the door on his way out, feeling regret and shame. Alfred went to his old Master's study (Thomas Wayne) and picked up the picture of the once living Wayne family. He began to mourn throughout the night.

"I'm so sorry. . ."

(END)

Hello hello buns! This is the first chapter of my story/comic concept idea "Batman: Arkham Days" and i'm really sorry it turned out so dark and kinda short. However, don't worry! More will be coming soon and i'll make them longer so you can engage in the story more. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and also, HAPPY NEW YEARS 2021!