RESTART
This first chapter is kind of short, even because I wrote this at the last minute. I have a lot of stories to write and finish, but my mind has decided not to leave me alone until I see it written here.
The thief pointed the gun at Mr. Wayne. Martha hugged her son, huddled. As he pulled the trigger, a clown-clad man stepped out of the shadows.
"No, no, no!" He laughed. "You're not going to do that."
The sinister clown dragged the thief into the shadows. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Thomas took the hand of his wife, still hugging his son, and ran away, for clarity. The Wayne family ran away, still listening to the poor man's cries while he was beaten and perhaps dead.
Safe, Thomas thought it might be them, under another circumstance. Ironically, he owed his life to a criminal, who was beating another criminal. Strange, he thought. It should not be like this.
The sinister figure, stained with blood and still in the shadows, watched the family disappear, oblivious of their intentions. Who knew, his plan worked. Now, Batman no longer existed ...
Years later...
The alarm clock took Bruce Wayne out of a nightmare. He remembered the night he was coming back from the movies. But unlike reality, where his parents were saved by an ominous clown-dressed man, they were killed. In the dream, he was alone.
Bruce looked around. It was in a puddle of sweat. His breathing was difficult, uncontrollable. His heart seemed to want to jump from his chest.
"Bruce, are you okay?"
The form asleep before him moved, leaving under the covers. The dark-haired, blue-eyed woman gripped the frightened man's face. Bruce looked from the familiar face to the huge ring gleaming on her finger. He had an equal in his ring. That was his wife.
"Yeah, Diana, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare ..."
Ok, that's it!
Thanks!