In the city of Gotham, a young girl and her parents were leaving a convention hall late at night while heading down a street.

"Those pastries were amazing," said the girl.

"Sure were; we'll have to see about using some of those techniques back home for the bakery," said the mother who was walking with her husband, their arms linked into each other's.

"I can't wait to show Alya the photos I took," said the girl as she held up a camera.

"And you thought bringing Marinette would be too dangerous," said the father.

"Well this city is not known for its upstanding citizens," said the mother.

"Alright, freeze!" said a man who as if on cue jumped out of the shadows and pulled a gun on the three.

"Hand over all your money!" he said.

"Here, just take it," said the father as he tossed his wallet over to the man who caught it.

"You too, lady!" yelled the man.

"My husband is carrying all of our money, I don't…," is all the mother could say.

"Do you think I'm a fool?!" asked the man while getting closer. The husband took this as his chance and began to wrestle the gun away from him.

"Tom, no!" yelled the mother. However, the sound of the weapon discharging soon drowned out everything for Marinette who fell backwards onto the sidewalk.

"This… this is all your fault, bitch!" yelled the man as Tom fell to the ground, blood pouring out from under him. He then turned the gun on the mother, shooting her a few times before aiming at Marinette who could just sit there with a terrified expression.

"Please, I… I," said Marinette with tears in her eyes. A bullet went flying by her face in the next second as something hit the man's hand and threw his shot off.

"Mo… mommy," she said before fainting. The last thing Marinette saw was the man fighting with a shadowy figure before everything went dark from passing out.