Dangers in the Dark

Meeting Bruce Wayne 1.1

Third Person POV

It was a cold, dark night in the busy city of Gotham. A small family that consisted of a Mother, a Father and a young boy were walking out of the theatre and towards an alleyway.

They were the well-known Wayne family. They practically ruled half of the businesses in Gotham. They weren't just well-known, they were rich. So rich that they could probably end homelessness in the whole city.

After watching a drama in the theatre, they walked down the dark alleyway, making sure to stay close together.

"Oh, come on, Tom, it wasn't that bad," Martha Wayne chuckled.

"Oh no? Childish drivel," Tom commented, making his son laugh beside him.

"Well, the acting was fine and the music was lovely. What about you, Bruce?" Martha asked.

"Sorry, Mom, I agree with Dad. It was kind of lame," Bruce admitted, making them laugh.

"Kind of lame? There's no such word as kind of. It was totally lame," Tom disagreed.

"You two are so judgement--" Martha began, but was cut off when a masked man approached them with a gun.

"What's up, folks?" The masked man asked, pointing his gun at them.

"Stay calm, Bruce," Tom muttered to his son, as Martha wrapped a protective arm around his shoulders.

"Give me your money," The mugger demanded.

"No problem," Tom said, getting out all his money and handing it to the man. "We're cooperating."

"The necklace." Was the mugger's next demand.

As Martha took off her necklace to give to the man, Tom put an arm in front of Bruce, who was inhaling sharp intakes of breath, in an attempt to stay calm.

"It's okay," Tom assured him, handing the masked man the necklace. In the process, several pearls fell off the string and ran along the floor. "Easy."

Martha wrapped her arms around Bruce before the echo of a gunshot rang through the air and Thomas Wayne collapsed to the ground, a gunshot through his chest. Bruce gasped in shock as he looked down at his father's still body. But one death wasn't enough for him.

The mugger next turned to Martha and fired another bullet at her. She too fell to the ground, motionless and dead. Bruce didn't know what to do as the gun was turned to face him. He'd never even thought about being held at gunpoint before.

But rather than shooting him dead, also, the mugger lowered the gun and ran out of the alleyway, leaving the young Bruce Wayne alone and orphaned.

Desperate for it not to be real, Bruce collapsed to his mother's side and began to shake her shoulders.

"Mom?! Mom?!" He exclaimed, hoping that this was all a hoax. When he got no response from her, he crawled over to his father and tried to wake him. "Dad?! Dad?!"

For the shortest moment, Bruce felt a small glimmer of hope when he saw his Father;s eyes move over to him. But as quick as it appeared, it left. And so did Thomas Wayne. The little life that was left in his eyes disappeared.

They were gone.

"No!" Bruce screamed a blood curdling scream that echoed through the alleyway.

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Holly Gordon POV

Not a lot of people know me. But a whole lot know of me; cops, criminals and civilians.