I don't own Batman or any of its comics, movies, etc.
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I thought it would be another night, I was wrong.
There was a home invasion at a mansion outside of city. The family was extremely wealthy; the husband is an oil tycoon. His wife was your standard, don't-ask-questions wife, along with three children. Two boys and one girl, her name was Alice. With black wavy hair, sharp green eyes and a pale skin, she was already very pretty despite only being nine years old.
I crashed through the window to find that the robbers killed the wife and husband. The children were huddled together as the man in black pointed his gun at them. I grabbed the man and flung him to the ground. The impact actually broke his arm. The boys screamed in terror as I fought the other two men that rushed into the room. But the girl remained silent and motionless. I kept staring at her throughout the fight. What was she? Why is that in front of her own eyes her parents were killed yet she remained cold? Like nothing was even happening at all. After I finally subdued the robbers the police arrived and arrested them.
The next day the two boys were taken in by relatives, except for the girl. The snobby family said to the reporter that she was an adopted child; she didn't belong in the family. Social Services were about to pick her up when a billionaire named Bruce Wayne came an adopted her. The reporters clamored over the phones about this new development, Bruce Wayne a father.
In the limo, Alice sat still and didn't speak. Alfred who was driving the car asked her if she wanted some tea when they got to her new home. She finally looked up and smiled, "Yes…if you have black tea that would be lovely." A soft yet mature voice. She looked over at me and smiled, "So Batman… what is it like being a billionaire playboy by day and a dark vigilante at night?"
Smart girl…I think I like her already.
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