The train was light today, it was always early.
A well dressed family stood at the platform. A man, a woman and a child.
The woman wore a long, gray dress, a small coat and a pearl necklace that shown with the highest of quality.
The man was taller than his wife and wore a black tux. His brown hair slicked back tight against his head with gel and grease.
The boy looked to be a miniature version of his father, all the way to the shoes. He held his mother's hand and waited for the train to come.
"Mom," the young boy said grabbing her dress. "Why is the train late?"
His mother looked down at her son and smiled with large white teeth. He always thought she had a beautiful smile. "I don't know, Bruce. Why do you think its late?"
Bruce grinned, he loved when she gave him a chance to impress her with his intelligence.
"Maybe it had technickle difficulties." he said scrunching his eyebrows.
She giggled. "Yes, but the word is technical." As to not worry Bruce she turned to her husband and whispered, "How will we get home if the train doesn't come, Thomas?"
Thomas looked at his watch.
"It'll come just be -"
"GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY!" A man in black jumped from out of nowhere with a gun pointed straight at the family.
Bruce ran behind his mother and Thomas protected them both with his body.
"I saws you coming out that theater. You got money, hand it over."
Thomas' hands shook as he reached into his pocket and took out his wallet.
"Here, this is all we have." He said standing to the side to show his small son and wife with no pockets. "Please don't hurt us."
The robber opened Thomas' wallet and took out the money. Before closing it, he spotted the ID.
"Wayne?" He said with surprise. "Use guys are billionaires, this can't be all you have."
The man jammed his gun toward them again. Bruce began to cry.
"It's OK baby" His mother said in a low, soothing voice.
"I like that necklace." The robber said staring at Mrs. Wayne's chest.
He lunged toward her and Thomas Wayne jumped between them, knocking the robber to the ground.
"Are you OK, Martha?"
"I'm fine."
POW!
Thomas' eyes widened and he sunk to the ground. Bruce watched his father bleed out on the pavement and the robber pointing a smoking gun. He was unable to move with fear.
A blood curdling scream came from his mother before another POW! echoed throughout the empty train station. She too fell to the ground, The blood contrasting against her gray dress like morbid high fashion.
Bruce ran. He didn't turn his head back toward the crime. Not even after the sound of the train bells started to descend into the tiny station. He ran as far as his little legs could carry him. He ran until his lungs ached, and then he ran some more.
Bruce Wayne would never be the same.