(NOTE: I post comments according to Chapters up here. Mask of Zorro was released in 1985 and remade in 1995. There for I used Casablanca instead because his dad is attempting to educate his son about older movies, and there were many remakes saying different movies. No, this is not a revision of any other stories written on www.fanfiction.net, I began writing this [inspired by Smallville] several months ago. In which I gave up a few months ago, then decided to restart it. The story is currently planned to introduce several characters ranging from the Scarecrow to the Triads.)

Prologue

New beginnings

A boy, no older than 12 years old, once lived with his parents. This boy was no ordinary boy. He had great potential. His name is Bruce Wayne, son of Truman and Martha Wayne. He was brought up in a billionaire family, the richest in all of Gotham.

One day, he came home from school and his dad announced that they were going to go see Casablanca. Bruce was all excited about going to see the movie.

Afterwards, his life turned upside down. It would be the last time he ever saw his parents. It began to rain, when his father decided to take a short cut through an ally. Halfway through the ally a man came out of no where and started barking orders.

"Give me your money," he yelled.

"What's happening?" Bruce said.

"It'll be alright," Martha reassured.

"Here," Truman said taking of his watch and tossing his wallet to the shadowed figure.

The shadowed figure loaded his gun.

"No," Truman retaliated. "Let our son live, please," Truman begged.

The shadowed figure fired three times. Two hit Martha and Truman, the third was fired at a policeman in the street. "I may be a criminal," he said sinking into the shadows. "But that doesn't mean I don't have a heart. Get out of here before I change my mind and kill you too."

Bruce fell to the ground and began to cry. The police arrived soon after. They questioned Bruce about what happened, but no clues turned up. Perhaps Bruce was just too young at the time.

The police didn't know what to do with the you Bruce Wayne. The police called Wayne manor hoping to contact Alfred, but no one answered. At 9:00 am, Alfred was finally reached:

"Alfred," Commissioner Gordon said, then paused to let the suspense rise and think out his words." "We have some terrible news for you."

"It's about the Waynes," Alfred said slowly, as if in shock. "What happened?" Afred gulped beginning to breath heavilly.

I'm sorry, but," Commissioner Gordon began to say, then paused. "There is no easy way to say this, but," he took a deep breath. "Martha and Truman are dead."

"And Bruce?" Alfred asked hastily.

"Bruce is alive," Gordon said, looking outside to give Bruce a smile. "He is here with me. I would like to request that you come pick him up, but if you'd like to wait a day, I would understand."

"I'll come get him now," Alfred said hanging up the phone.