The young heir of the Wayne Industry, Bruce Wayne, was leaving the theatre with his parents, Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne, onto Park Lane, now dubbed Crime Alley. A man in an orange swirly mask stepped out of the shadows and looked upon the family. He pulled out two kunai. Dr. Thomas Wayne held up his hands, "Calm down, just relax, what do you want?" He said in a soothing voice.
"I want your blood," the man said in a raspy voice.
He flicked his wrist and one of the knives went flying towards Martha Wayne, Thomas Wayne leapt in front of her taking the deadly projectile strait to the heart. His eyes dulled as he fell to the ground with a thud, his blood staining the street a dark crimson. Martha opened her mouth to scream as the second knife cut through her pearl necklace and sticking into her neck. The man pulled out a third dagger and got ready to catapult it at Bruce. A sharp whistle of metal cutting threw air sounded before the man made a fast hand sign and disappeared into the night. An odd knife, much like the one the man was wielding before stuck into the cement of the wall. Bruce's eyes fallowed the path the weapon took to see a girl maybe of the age fourteen with pink hair and a cats mask leaping from the fire escape above. "I'm sorry, I was too late," she said kneeling down before him, "Could you find it in your heart to forgive me?"
Bruce looked at her than at his dead parents with blood pouring around them and shook his head as a no. "I'm sorry, I truly am," She said as she put a hand on his shoulder in a form of comfort.
The sound of sirens filled the air as she stood. "Be strong young one and I will look forward to seeing you in the future," she whispered as she disappeared into the dark night.
Bruce Wayne shot up in his bed. It had been a while since he had that dream. He remembered that meeting that dreadful night, and dreamt of it before something bad would happen. Since then he had become Batman, became part of the Justice League, adopted Dick, trained Dick to be Robin, founded the Young Justice League, and had Robin join the Young Justice League, not to mention he has already deployed them on many missions. "Ah, shit," he sighed as he remembered that today was his birthday and he was hosting a large party.
He looked over at his clock and decided to start his morning work-out since it was already six. He quickly dressed himself and headed down into the cave to exercise on the equipment. After a while Dick came down as well. "You're starting early Bruce," he said instead of good morning.
"Good Morning to you as well, Dick," he replied with sarcasm.
"Well you're never up this early, what do you expect me to say?" Dick protested.
Bruce continued doing his push-ups ignoring the boy wonders question. Dick gave a shit eating grin and began stretching.
The guests to the party had all started singing Happy Birthday as Bruce walked in and took champagne, from a butler's platter. His two ladies of the night fallowing his actions also took a glass of champagne. He gave the crowd a handsome smirk as he thanked them for attending the festivities to celebrate his thirtieth birthday.
As they sat down to enjoy the meal there was a disruption. The doors swung open and a person with a gun ran in. "Give me all your money, nobody leaves and nobody calls the cops or I'll shoot," the man said.
A figure dropped down behind him from the ceiling and landed behind him silently. A flash of silver, white and black, and the blade of a sword was held to his throat. "He said you would be here and told me to wear this," the man said to the figure as he shrugged off his jacket carefully showing the TNT attached to a vest on his person.
"He obviously wanted you to die, it appears he thinks I am incapable," a defiantly feminine voice said as the figure behind the man swung him onto the ground and straddled his waist.
Pink hair cascaded down her back, her white armor stood out in stark contrast to her black clothing. It was her, the one from his memory and nightmares, the one from twenty years ago; it appeared she had not changed in the slightest. She pushed her blade down with one hand and with the other made a fast hand signs. She lifted his mask with the tip of the blade and pushed her palm against his forehead. He screamed in pain. A red burn formed the shape of a oriental flower design taking up his whole face. She tinkered with the vest a little then said, "I don't think you'll be hurting anyone tonight. Tell Madara, the guy who sent you this, the leaf lives on in the last shinobi. If you don't tell him, I'll find you and kill you," she looked him over and took a small pause, "Now run for your life back to your master," she growled standing up.
He took off flying and she looked at Bruce, "Remember me, Bruce?" And she disappeared in a puff of smoke.