"-My name is Bruce Wayne, I am the worlds greatest detective otherwise known as the Caped Crusader or the Dark Knight vigilante Batman. This is my story the story of my everlasting quest for justice in the dark gritty crime infested streets of Gotham, It begins when I was only a child of eight years old on the way home with my parents from the latest showing of the Mask of Zorro.-"
"Thomas it;s late dear why don't we wait here for Alfred to come pick us up." stated the ever fashionably dressed Martha Wayne Kane lady Wayne of the Wayne family and the loving wife to the Billionaire doctor Tomas Wayne. "Dear its only a short walk down here through Park Row we can catch a cab on the other side come on Martha and Bruce lets go." The young Bruce Wayne would look around at his surroundings scared of this same Alleyway he and his parents would be walking down this very night. While often a good kid who knows right from wrong and would stand up for his friends if needed Bruce would be often picked on by the others for his goody goody tendency and of course being a billionaire's son doesn't exactly help in that regard either, little did he known though that his childhood and the life he had grown accustomed to recently would soon fade away into obscurity all thanks to a gunman wielding death it self. "Here we are (Stated Thomas as they came down into the near end of the alley way) just a bit farther and we should be out back on the street an." "Hold it up there (Growled a man from the corner of the alleyway.) "judging by the coats you wear and your pretty little lady;s fine makeup I would say you two are loaded!" (The man would cock back the hammer to his pistol pointing towards the elder Wayne as Martha would hold Bruce back behind her self in protection) "So I say hand it over oh and that fine pearl necklace shes wearing to double time now!" "Please sir there is no need for this needlesse violance why dont you and I settle this like two respectable." (Bang bang two bullets no count that three! Would fly out two to the chest and another to Thomas's head causing the doctor to fall to the ground soaking out blood and accumilating rain) "Oh god Thomas! Bruce run run! (Bang bang next would fall Martha her pretty white Pearl necklace falling to the ground and shattering apon the cold cobblestone ground of what many from this point forward would call Crime Alley but to Bruce wayne it would be something more poetic if you will it would be the birthplace of the Batman.) (Bruce fell to his knees tears stinging his eyes fighting back the urge to let it fall, not even daring to look up as the gunman would flee hearing the sounds of a police siren.)
-"And so this is how it began how the Batman was born one cold October evening in Park Row in what I would come to know as Crime Alley my tale dear reader is far from over though for it has just began."