Prologue

Everyone thinks they know the story. They think they know his story. They think they know the whole story. I suspect you will want me to start at the very beginning. A raining night, when Bruce Wayne was just 8 years old. A night that everyone remembers, after all, it was on the front page of every newspaper in the world. A night when Martha and Thomas Wayne were confronted by a man with a gun. That night when Bruce Wayne lost his parents. I am not going to start at their death, because that is not the beginning of this story. And besides, how many times have you heard that story. I won't start this story with the cliche retelling of facts that everyone already knows, it is just overdone and I won't put up with it. I will start my introduction to this story on that night, however, but not for the reason you think because that night was not the night that the idea of Batman was conceived. The night that Bruce Wayne's parent died a black cloaked figure was seen in Gotham. It was not a tall broad shoulder muscular man, it was different, much different. Reports from those the cloaked figure brought in said that the figure was thin, curvy, with a long blonde ponytail. The figure could pack a punch and kick despite its small size. Some cops claimed the figure was a child and they were not far off. It wasn't a child but a prepubescent girl. This figure was named the Dark Knight. Since that night of the Wayne murders, the Dark Knight brought down every mobster, crazed robber, or hooligan that terrorized Gotham. The Dark Knight's actions not only inspired Batman but mine as well. You see this story is not Batman's story. It is my story.