Author's notes: This an idea I got last Fall. It seemed like the best idea I could have ever gotten for a fanfic, because this is a potential premise for an episode of Gotham, but will never probably be used. Because it's still an idea, I'm just throwing it out there and hoping to see what kind of response it gets, if it gets even that.

Prologue

Rain. It is going to rain soon, and yet my clothes are already wet. My breathing also feels hard to do in this fog, and as I feel a spot in my chest where it stings, I feel the other liquid besides water. Blood. That's right, I was shot and fell to the river. How did I end up here?

A young girl no older than 15 was running through the roofs. She looked down to the streets of Gotham City, which were filled with people. Seeing the perfect place for pickpocketing, she smiled before jumping down the building between a market place set on the sidewalk.

Walking between the people passing her, she saw her first mark and pulled out a stiletto. Passing a woman carrying groceries, the girl bumped into her, covering her knife as she sliced the paper-bag open, and then took one of the milk cartons as she ''helped'' the woman pick up her groceries. Now she had milk, which she quickly hid inside her jacket. And then she noticed the second mark.

Quickly, I need to get out of this alley. The bullet would still stings but I have to ignore it in order to get up. I force myself of my back and onto my stomach, slowly pulling my body by closing my knees together. My right hand pushes me upwards as my left hand tries to find something to grab onto. I grunt as I managed to find something and pull myself on my feet. I lean to the wall and look at my chest again. It's still red from the blood. On instinct I immediately start to put pressure on it and look for help.

And there it is, light at the end of this alley. And where there is light, there should be people.

''Hey!''

Stealing the wallet wasn't that easy. The girl was noticed almost immediately and she had to run. Good thing she was a street smart and knew where the fire escape was so she managed to get away with the stolen wallet. Yep, she didn't even need to look behind herself to know the mark wasn't following her anymore.

Making her way to an alleyway, she returned to te street level and made sure she wasn't followed. Then she removed the money from the wallet and discarded it to the sewers. Behind the dumpsters in the alley were some cats she delightedly decided to pour some milk. But then she had to grab her things and hide back up to the fire escape as she heard laughter and people coming to the alley.

''Oh, come one, Tom. It wasn't that bad.''

A family of three, a rich family by the looks of it.

''No? Childish,'' Tom, the father said.

''The acting was fine, the music was lovely,'' the mother said before turning to their son. ''What about you, Bruce?''

''Sorry, mom, I agree with him on that,'' Bruce happily told his mother. ''It was a kinda lame.''

''Kinda lame? There's no such thing as ''kinda'','' Tom told Bruce with the same attitude. ''It was totally lame.''

''You two are so judgmental-'' the mother was about to say when

''Stick up, folks!'' a dark masked man told them as he appeared out of nowhere and pointed a gun at the family.

''Stay calm, Bruce,'' Tom said pushing his son and wife behind him and confronted the mugger.

''Give me your money!'' the mugger said waving his gun at Tom.

''No problem,'' Tom said passing his wallet to the mugger who quickly pulled it to his pockets. ''I'm cooperating.''

Above the girl watched intensed as the mugger turned his weapon at the mother holding her son.

''The necklace!'' the mugger demanded, forcing the mother to let go of her son as she tried to nervously remove her necklace.

She did eventually get it removed and was giving it to the mugger, who ripped it to himself, breaking the necklace and making the pearls fall to the pavement.

What happened next, almost lasted too long as the mugger first just stood there and then

BANG!

The mugger shot Tom right to the chest and made him fall as the pearls still bounced on the concrete. Above them, the girl flinched and

BANG!

The mugger shot the mother too before turning his weapon at Bruce.

''Hey!''

It's difficult to speak and my voice doesn't carry very far. I just need to get to where the light is coming. That's where the people are. Walking would be easier if I didn't have to keep pressure on my chest and lean to the wall in order to stay up.

BANG!

Was that a gun shot? Could that be the same shooter who shot me?

BANG!

Another shot, that should draw attention. Away from here. When everyone is running to that direction no one is going to notice me and get me any help. I need to get out faster.

Light, finally. And there are the people looking at the alley way on the opposite side of the street. They have phones and are calling for help. If I can just get across the street-

''911, what is your emergency?''

''There's two people laying dead on the alley here! It looks like a robbery and murder. I just heard gun shots and came to find them laying dead here.''

''Where is this happening?''

''Park Row, near the Monarch Theater and-''

''Ma'am, are you still with us? Ma'am?''

''Yes, I'm still here. Could you also send an ambulance here?''

''Ma'am, what happened?''

''A man was just hit by a car while crossing the street.''

''We will notify the police and Gotham General. Stay on the line until they arrive at the scene.''

Red haired woman in green suit kept her phone on her ear and walked two steps towards the edge of the sidewalk. There she could see to the alley where two people were laying dead and to the street, where a man dressed in damaged clothes was laying and holding a book close to his chest, still miraculously alive.

Author's notes: As I said above, the continuation of this story is depending the response this chapter gets.