(AN: As much as I would like to, I do not own Batman or his comrades. But the Riveto family and their butler are mine. )
Ch 1: Tragedy of the Riveto Family
John Riveto and his wife, Amanda, were wealthy. The only way you could tell was the size of their house. It was a huge mansion, with at least 16 rooms and 5 stories. The only reason they had the house was because Mr. Riveto had inherited it from his late farther, while his brother Thomas, one of the only honest business gurus, chose a simple suburban home in McKinney, Texas. John was a doctor, and Amanda was a nurse. They were some of the nicest people in Gotham. They owned several charities and donated plenty to others.
Even when they were kids, the two were a couple. They were good friends with the Waynes and mourned the death of Thomas and Martha Wayne. They were only 13 when Bruce Wayne's parents died. 10 years later, they got married. 2 years after that, they had their first and only child, Kasey Martha Riveto. At that time, Thomas' wife had passed away, leaving him to raise his 5 year old son, Alan.
Kasey was just beginning to garble. Thomas and Alan had come up for a visit. It was a Monday, mid-June. The adults decided to go out to a movie, leaving Alan, an almost 6 month old Kasey, and Robert Cain, Thomas' butler that helped him with Alan, alone.
Robert had tucked in a sleepy Kasey at 7 p.m. Alan had just brushed his teeth and put on his Power Ranger © PJs. Alan was a genius. He could probably skip K- 2nd grade, so Thomas had decide to privately tutor him.
After Alan was in bed, Robert sat down to read his book.
About 12, the phone rang and Robert answered it. "Sir, you were supposed to be home three hours ago. Did you decide to go out?" "Robert, they're dead." "Who, sir?" "John and Amanda. Someone shot them in the parking lot. I'm pretty sure it was Thorne's gang but I have no proof." "Oh my." "Get Alan and Kasey out of there. They might come after Kasey. Get to the Police station, ASAP." Robert got his cap. He saw a shadow by the window. A gun shot went off.
Alan had gotten up a few minutes earlier because Kasey was beginning to fuss. He took her out of the crib and proceeded down the hall. That's when heard the gunshot. Staying in the shadows, he looked down the stairs. Robert was lying on the ground with some blood on his shoulder. Alan (being the genius he was) judged by the bullet hole in a table, concluded that Robert had only been grazed and had fainted, maybe it was for the better.
"Is he dead?" one figure asked, "Did I get 'im?" "No," another figure confirmed, "You just grazed 'im. We better work fast if we want that kid. Whoever controls that kid controls the Riveto family fortune." Alan ran into a nearby closet and locked the door. "The kid's not here!" one of them exclaimed, "Maybe somebody already got 'er." The knob to the closet moved. Alan knew the people were trying to get in. He put Kasey down in a basket and grabbed a nearby baseball bat. The door opened.
But the people had been waiting for him. One person grabbed the bat from him and put him in a headlock. The other one grabbed the basket. "Let's get out of here!" A shadow stood in front of them. The person released Alan. The other guy started running away. Kasey started crying. Alan watched the shadow fight the guy and after it finished him, it went after the person with Kasey. Once it was finished with that guy, it picked up Kasey. She stopped crying.
The figure reflected in the moonlight. He kind of looked like a giant bat, but Alan wasn't afraid. "Bruce, is that you?" he asked. The figure motioned him to be quiet and handed him Kasey. "Be quiet and don't mention my real name. Call me Batman," he said before he left, "Take care of her Alan, she needs it." He grappled away into the night as the sirens of the police cars got louder. "I promise," Alan stated, "I truly do."