Son Of Gotham (Editing)

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It's been almost 10 years since the Batman died. Nobody knows what happened, he just disappeared along with all of the crime. I never believed that he died. i remember the day. I remember watching the TV with my family. My father was watching the news and the reporter, Vicki Vale, announced that the Batman has died. I remember the silence in the room after the TV announced the news. I also remember it clearly because it was my 7th birthday.

In those 10 years, I've managed to be thrown out of my home in Gotham, forced to live on the streets. The streets of Gotham are rough, expecially for a 15 year old boy who has never gotten into a knife fight over some expired food. Over the almost 3 years I've spent out here, I've learned a few things; keep warm, be safe, and don't piss anyone off. Some people looked after me, probably because I was still a kid. They taught me how to fight, how and where to beg, and basic survival stuff.

I've never stole anything from anyone, I never killed anyone over a piece of bread, and I've never gotten into any gangs that were all around Gotham. I kept to myself and only myself.

The nights were the worst, expecially in my first year. It was cold and half the time it would rain which felt like knives jabbing into my skin. People would steal your stuff, even if you looked away for one second. Everyone on the street would just look away and pretend you're not there, It was horrible. Fear was a whole other thing during the day and night. Fear that someone can just walk up and end your life right there. Fear that you will never see your family again. Fear of everything.

It took a few years after the batman died for the crime to come to a halt. Other hero's such as Nightwing, The Flash, Red Hood, and Green Arrow cleared out most of the crime. Even though the 4 cleared out the bigger and badder gangs such as Two Face's crew, the rest of Jokers crew, Penguins gang, and Poison Ivy and her plants; there were still a lot of petty thugs, you could never get rid of those guys. 

The GCPD didn't seem to care about the death of the Bat or the rest of the thugs out in the street. They carried on with their normal business. The only one of them who seemed to care was commissioner Gordon. He's the one who actually showed some emotion during the announcement of Bats death. I don't think I've even seen a police car since I've been living on the streets.

My 17th birthday was coming up, meaning that it would be the 10th anniversary of batman's death. I planned on going home this year, see if my family will take me back. It would be a journey to get to my old home in Bay Side I was all the way in Central Heights so it would take a few hours to get across the city.

I saved up enough money to take the bus but it will only get me about half way. I will go back to my family home, and hope that they will take me back because let's face it, it sucks living alone in the tough city of Gotham.