Batman: The Rise of Lynx

A Matter of Family [1]

Gunfire was everywhere! Gunshots barreled down the dark streets of Gotham City as he ran away. He clutched his bag close to him as he turned through an alleyway. His heartbeat mirrored the dripping water as he struggled to catch his breath. When he looked up, he saw the ones who chased him.

"Looks like you got yourself cornered, kid." A thug approached him, gun ready to be fired.

"Just you wait, he'll save me!" He cried. "He's always out there watching over us."

"After all of these years, you still believe in fairytales?" The thug laughed. "You must think you're so special that he's going to swoop in and save you. Pathetic."

"I know he will!" He argued as he stood up. The cold breeze glossed over his black wavy hair.

"Look, just hand over the bag and we'll be on our merry way." The thug said as he beckoned his pals. "It's not hard, hand it over, and don't tell anyone and you live. Don't and..." The gun was aimed at him. "I think you get the picture."

"Batman! Save me!"

"Didn't you hear? He's not here to save you."

Angered, he swung at the thug aggressively.

"That was a big mistake."

Bam!

The Next Morning
Wayne Manor
An alarm rang through the room, waking the young boy. Groggily, he rolled over and shut off the blaring noise. With a yawn, he sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his pale eyes. His short dark hair was messy. He pulled the blinds letting the sun hit his light skin. The sun rays illuminated the red and black that coated the walls.

"Master Damian! It's time for you to start your day." Alfred Pennyworth's, the family butler for many years, voice pierced through the crack of the door. "Everyone else is at the table awaiting your arrival."

"I'm coming!" He groaned. "Thank you for the unnecessary update Pennyworth, I was already on my way out."

"Very well, sir."

The boy exited the room and made his way through the long corridors with his black pajamas still on. He slipped into the bathroom closest to his room to wash his face. As he glanced into the mirror, he saw just how similar his features were to his father's.

"Reports say that Gotham had yet another murder in an alleyway. We have confirmation that it was yet another teenager, marking the sixth one this month. Sources say the boy was none other than Dillon Wickham. He was a 16-year-old African American male who attended Gotham High." Vicky vale informed over The television broadcast. The flat-screen television hung on the wall in the dining room. "GCPD's Commissioner Gordon makes a statement against the recent teenage targeted violence."

"I know the recent murders on young teenagers have caused panic in families and distress to those who lost one of these six children." Gordon's voice projected. "I assure you that The GCPD is working on finding the killers and bringing them to justice. Be that as it may, we also ask that you protect your children by keeping them off of the streets at night."

"This is Vicky Vale reporting from The Gotham Gazette."

"Wow, another one?" The boy asked as he entered the room.

"Good morning to you too, Damian." Helena Wayne, the boy's little sister voiced. "Don't you know when you enter a room, you're supposed to announce your arrival with a mannerly welcome?"

"Yeah, Whatever." He shrugged. "More importantly, I knew of that kid, Dillon Wickham. He was apart of the debate team at the high school. His name is even on a plaque at the middle school for a debate victory."