Batman Rise of the Dark Night.
Chapter 1: Beginnings.
By greenG82
1. THE NIGHTMARE
Seventeen years ago.
"Wham! Bam! Z for Zorro." Bruce Wayne called out mimicking a sword fight as he walked out of the Monarch Theater with his parents. It was cold night clouds cover the sky and not a star or even the moon could be seen. A cold gust of wind passed by them. This was Bruce's idea of perfection he loved movies and once, sometimes twice, a month, as long as he kept up his grades his parents took him for an evening movie at the monarch theater. It was beautiful old theater that had been built in the thirties and was always showing some great old movie. The last time they came it was Duel in the sun, the week before that The Adventures of Robin Hood, and this week they were showing The Mark of Zorro.
Bruce continued to fight imaginary foes as he walked with his parents toward there car. Unlike most of the patrons at the theater the Wayne's opted to park in the back of the theater instead of the front to avoid the congestion cars that where all taking off. This meant going through a alley between the theater and the building next to it. They had been this way a dozen times and enjoyed the solitude of it just being the three of them. And as Bruce continued to fight and Martha ate some of the popcorn they had left from the movie and as Thomas Wayne laughed at his son a man followed behind them.
The man would now and forever remain without a face or a name. He was simply a man desperate who wanted money. He came up behind them and said in a loud clear voice, "Don't move." Both Thomas and Martha turned Bruce was to busy with his game to care about what was going on. Thomas saw the gun first and instinctively stepped in front of Bruce.
"Don't hurt my family," he said. Bruce turned but his father was in the way blocking a clear view of the man. Panic came across Martha's face and she began to shake, it was almost unnoticeable, but Bruce, being the perfect height could see her hands shaking at her side.
"Give me your wallet, your purse," the man said.
"Okay." Thomas reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Martha pulled her purse off her shoulder and reached out to hand it to the man. Thomas stuck his wallet out for the man to take. Bruce still unable to see what was happening, but could he could tell his mom and dad were very nervous and scared. Bruce turned around to see two men at the end of the alley staring at them. It was hard to see them in the darkness but he could see them just standing there watching this happen and then continued walking by.
The man took the wallet and the purse. He reached into the wallet and pulled out all of the money inside and shoved it into his pocket. He than dug into the purse and took out the money and shoved it into his pocket. He throw the wallet and the purse on the ground. "Is that it?" He said, "is that all you got?" The man then saw Martha's pearl necklace and reached out for it. Thomas seeing his chance grabbed the man's hand with the gun in it. Thomas pulled the man back which caused him to rip the necklace off of Martha's neck. The pearls broke off of the necklace and scattered everywhere. They struggled with each other trying to get control of the gun, but the man won in the end and fired a shot.
The gun echoed in the alley and made Bruce jump and his heart began to beat like a jackhammer. He stared at his father who wasn't moving he was just standing up against the man. Another shot echoed out and a splash of his father's blood hit Bruce in the face, but Bruce didn't flinch he didn't move he just stood in horror as his father fell to the ground, his eyes following his father the whole way down.
The man looked up at Martha who was staring at her dead husband. Behind the man Bruce saw a young couple standing staring at the horror in this alley. Another gun shot made them flee the scene. Bruce now watched as his mother hit the floor clutching her stomach where the bullet had went in. The man aimed his gun and fired another shot into her chest which stopped all her movement. Without looking at or even noticing young Bruce the man took off running out of the alley.
Tears rolled out of Bruce's eyes as he stared at his parents. He knew what death was, but had never experienced it. He reached out and picked up a piece of his mother's pear necklace that had broken off. "Momma," he chocked out. "Momma? Mommy. Daddy..."