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My first thought on waking up and finding myself lying on my back in a dark alley was to cursing myself for drinking excessively. As I tried to sit up my head started throbbing and my eyes started to get cloudy. Grimacing at the pain, I closed my eyes and placed my fingers on my forehead in the hope to reduce the feeling. As my fingers came in contact with my temple, I felt a large bump on it. After a couple more careful prodding, I decided that while drunk I must have hit my head on something.

I carefully stood and almost lost my footing. My legs felt like they had a mind of their own as they were wobbling. As I steadied myself against the wall and opened my eyes, I had a strange feeling of everything being bigger than usual. As my eyes became less hazy, I noticed a couple dressed in fine clothing lying a dozen feet in front of me. I noticed a red puddle growing near them and immediately ran to help them. As I turned the man the man on his back which took considerable strenght, I saw a large bullet wound near his liver. I removed his coat and placed my head near his heart to check his heartbeat. Finding none, I placed my hand on his neck to check his pulse. There was none, gently I closed the man's eyes and turned to the woman beside him. Just a look at her confirmed for me that she was already dead. The bullet had hit the woman in her heart killing her immediately. Still I checked her pulse and heartbeat but she was dead as well. Dejectedly I closed her eyes.

The couple looked to have been the victim of a robbery as there was a empty leather wallet lying near the man. The woman also had a large bruise on her neck and from the various pearls lying around the pair, it looked like the thief had tried to snach the necklace and when it broke down, in anger the thief had killed the woman. The situation looked to be very familiar and was making various bells in my head ring. Still I shook the feeling of deja-vu away and started searching my pocket for my phone to call the police. For the first time since I woke up in the alley I noticed the clothes that I was wearing. Instead of a casual shirt and jeans, I was dressed in a high class designer suit. As I brought my hand in front of me to inspect the clothes, I noticed the baby fat clung on my wrists and the short length of my hand. With wide eyes I looked around my surroundings, they looked to be extremely large to me or you are short some part of my mind whispered to me. I looked down at my feet and noticed that the ground looked like it was about 2 feet closer to my head. By now my heart was beating like crazy and I was on the verge of hyperventilating. Before the situation made me faint, I braced myself against the wall of the alley and began breathing deeply for a couple of minutes. Finally I straighten up and started going through my pockets in search of a clue. There were only a couple of empty toffee wrappers and a handkerchief in there. Anxiously I approached the dead couple and with a silent apology picked up the wallet of the man. The quality of the wallet was the best I have ever seen. Opening it I found it empty of any money and credit cards. There was a photo of the couple and a young boy who I assumed was their son in front of a large manor. I placed it back in the wallet and continued searching for any ID. Finally in one of the side pocket there was a ID. As I read it my eyes widened in disbelief.

The ID identified the man as Dr. Thomas Wayne of Gotham city and the year on the ID was 1992. I placed the ID back in the wallet with numb fingers and fell to my knees in front of the dead couple.

Just as the realisation of the situation set in a pounding headache made me cry out in pain. Memories not mine started coming to the forefront. Life of a young boy with his parents started pouring in my mind. His love for his parents and the heartache of losing them in front of his eyes and unable to do anything in fear made me feel his pain as well. Burning hate for the person who killed them. The memories and the emotions of the boy started to combine with my own making them indistinguishable. Soon the strangers became the most important person in my life and I was crying for the loss of my parents.

Just as the rain started pouring in the night the siren of police cars could be heard coming from couple of blocks away.

Gotham City,

Crime Alley,

26 June, 1992,

11:55 P.M.

Bruce Wayne's P.V.