AN: so this is another batman idea I have. I did mess around with the ages a bit. I've made it so Adria would be born when Bruce was 12 and then he would be 13 when his parents are killed. So, In the present Bruce will be 30 while Adria is 18 and Richard will also be 18 when he comes in.

-Chapter 1-

-7 years Earlier-

-Bruce's POV-

I'll never forget that night. I always blame myself no matter what, no matter how long it's been, I still do. If hadn't been a stupid coward, we wouldn't have needed to leave early, and they could have lived, mom...dad. It seems that I dream of it every night. Always the same. The man steps into the dim street light, the hidden glimmer of a gun. He's yelling and shouting to my father. I didn't hear what exactly because Addy grabbed my hand and was getting upset.

"Shut her up! Give me the wallet! Jewelry! Now!" He spat.

My father calmly took his wallet out, tossing it to the man, it fell. As the man came back up he reached for my mother, "I said jewelry too!". My father stepped in his path and then it happened so fast. They were quiet on the ground. I was too shocked. My father whispered my name. I squeezed Addy's hand and brought her over. In the weakest voice I'd ever heard him speak he said, "Bruce... take care... Adria...Don't be afraid." He stopped moving after that. We were silent. "Dada?" Addy whispered in her sweet little voice.

It felt like I'd almost forgotten her for a minute. I turned to her, placing my pale, trembling hands on her tiny shoulders. "I... Don't think Dada or Momma are gonna come back for awhile, Addy...but don't worry... It'll be okay. I'm here. We-we have each other and Bruce will keep you safe, always...I promise." My voice shook and some of it I said more for myself. I hugged her tight as I heard sirens in the distance...

I opened my eyes then, like I always do.

-Regular POV (Addy's)-

I went into his room to wake him and I found him muttering and turning about, dreaming. I frowned and gently woke him.

"Come on Bruce, breakfast and Alfred says you gotta take me to school." I say. As I walk away I notice him open his eyes and then put his hands to his face in silence. I know he keeps dreaming about it, even to this day.

I head down the long staircase to the foyer and make my way to the kitchen. Alfred had set our plates out, to perfection as usual. I sat making funny faces in my silver spoon; also trying to see how long I could get it to hang on my nose. But I noticed Alfred almost wince wherever the spoon would clatter onto the china, so I stopped.

Bruce came sauntering down then. He was at least dressed in presentable clothes instead of sweats. He slid into the chair as Alfred came around, scooping steamy omelets on our plates.

"And Good Morning to you Master Bruce." Alfred said as cheerily as he could. My sluggish brother gave a nod of recognition and a gravely "Morning".

So we ate awkwardly in silence until the great old clock chimed seven. I grabbed my things and stood, staring at Bruce. I made a gesture as if to say "well!?". He realized and followed me out as we headed to his car.

Something seemed off about him. I knew it wasn't just his being tired and groggy, which is part of it though. I've never had to wake him before. I usually find him working out in his room. But something seemed to be bugging him. At the time I should've asked as we made the drive into the city to school...But I didn't...And I regret it everyday. That was the last I've seen of my big brother for the last seven years...