"Bruce Wayne Missing? Who's Responsible?" it had only been a few hours, but the headline was displayed on screens across the Mega City and the Gotham District. Narratives were already being spun.

Some outlets, of course, were trying to blame the meta-humans. "See, try to help these meta-humans, and they still attack you."

Others who actually went to the Wayne Manor for the details were told. " According to his butler, this attack was done by a Gotham Gang, but considering how many of them there are, it's hard to get any more facts."

And, of course, there was the one reporter who denies the whole thing and writes it of as a scam "This is all just a big stunt to drive attention towards Wayne Industries."

It was evening when Alfred and the Just Us Gang members returned to the manor after talking to the police. The Just Us Gang had done its own super search of City Hall with nothing turning up. All they could do was wonder what could have happened to Bruce?

Barry: That gang who attacked him probably has him

Clark: No doubt, but without knowing who they are, it will be hard to track them?

Diana: Then we go after all of them

Barry: What?

Diana: We go after and search them one by one until we have an answer

Hal: As time-consuming as that is, it seems like the only option we have right now, let's fly

Barry and Hal took off outside the manor, and Arthur and Diana followed until they stopped noticing Clark wasn't following them.

Arthur: Uh, Clark, you coming?

Clark: Um, no, I'm not

Diana: He's your best friend. When you went missing...

Clark: Yeah, I know, but …

Clark lowered his voice so only they could hear. "Bruce told me that if he ever went missing to not leave Mr. Alfred alone.

The trio paused and looked toward the lonesome butler.

Clark: You saw the angry mess Mr. Alfred was at the police station and look at him now. He'll worry himself to death.

Diana: You're right

Arthur: We don't all have to go, besides your district is the only one without gangs in it anyway.

Arthur and Diana leave, Clark turns around to the chest of Alfred

Clark: Umm I thought I'd

Alfred: Thank you, master Clark.

Deep within in Gotham, in crime alley, all is still and quiet (for a Gotham City Night) as nothing moved. Then a different type of nothing did move. The shadows of the alley began to move on their own. Down the walls and out from the trash bins, the black and gray strands moved towards the center of the alley and pooled together into a puddle. The Shadow Puddle then rose up, molded into the form of a young boy before they all dispersed back to the ground, leaving Bruce Wayne standing in the alley. Hear the muddle boy hearing the sounds of Gotham Bruce opened his eyes and staggered around.

Bruce: What? What is this? Where am I?

Bruce staggers slightly and braces himself against a nearby brick wall only to eerily fall into the brick and a world of black. This wakes him up, and he stands upright, looks around, and puts his brain to work.

"Ok, what do I know? It's clearly nighttime, which means it can be anywhen between 6pm or 7am," Bruce blinked "despite the dark, I can see just fine." Bruce scanned the area and then got really disrupted. "I seem to be in Crime Alley at night, which is never good. I have no memory of how I got here or why I'm wearing…" he looks down to see his clothes "My clothes and body are now jet black and possibly moving!" He stretches out his arms, causing shadows to move again, stretching out, then spiraling around him as he pulls his arms back in.

Bruce: What? The shadows, Am I?

"hey, kid?" A voice form a street thug said, "How you doing that? Wait, your one of those Metas, aren't you?"

The man pulls out a gun. Bruce out of instinct reaches to disarm him, but before he could reach him, the shadows flowed out from his arm, over the man pushing and pinning him and the gun to the wall. Bruce then focuses on the gun and pulls it out of the wall and on to the other side of the alley. Bruce then releases the now unconscious man and reached a conclusion. "Shadow Manipulation, Umbrakinesis" The 14-year-old boy then cracks a wicked smile.

Bruce: Finally! Years of watching and leading others to finally have powers of my own.

Bruce moved his body again, causing the shadows to ball up and swirl around him.

Bruce: That black potion. Whatever it was must have changed my physical make up, like something out of a comic book but real. Good thing it didn't hit Clark. Clark! I've got to go show him, test what this can really do. This changes everything."

Bruce looked up and around. "hmm, crime alley… so home should be that way." as he looks to a building roof, thinking how he'd get up there, the shadow swallowed him and disappeared. Bruce then reappears on one of the rooftops. Looking at his new view, he smiled again "this just keeps getting better." Bruce looked over the Gotham rooftops and began to teleport across them. He covered 3 blocks in mere seconds. However, he then saw something that turns his smile back to the usual scowl. One of Gotham's old bottling centers, like many old buildings around here that weren't immediately taken over by a new company they became gang headquarters. This one happened to belong to the Falconies Gang. Bruce had been tracking them for years, trying to find info that could take down the gang that ruined his life. Bruce then looked down at his hands, the darkness, the power he now had emanated from them.

"Then again, it was the Falconies Gang attack at my speech that gave me this power. I should thank them. In fact, I should thank them for everything". Bruce's eyes glowed a pupil-less white as he was enveloped by the shadow once again. Only this time, he simply sunk into the ground began to slither over towards the warehouse-like a shadowy phantom.

Bruce: Gotham has a new protect Falconies, and I'm starting with you.