Saving Batman

Bruce's (Batman's real name) POV

"Muuuuuum, stop. you pulling the tie to tight!" I moaned
"You have to look nice for the Opera" my mum replied in her posh voice
"But I don't want to go to the Opera "
"Not every boy these days gets to got to the theatre once a week"
I stopped talking because I couldn't be bothered arguing with my mother and father. My Mum finished fixing my tie and did final touch ups with her hair.
"Come on darling, Bruce, get in the Automobile. The Theatre closes for the show in 15 minutes" my Father called
"COMING DAD!!!" I screamed
I ran to the car and jumped in. to my surprise my Mother was already sitting next to my Father in the front seats.

After a 5 minute drive in our Automobile we got out, locked the doors and walked down an ally way that lead us to the back door of the theatre. We got half way down and we were stopped by a big shadowy figure.
"Good evening sir" My Dad said politely
BANG!!
My Mother screamed a blood curling scream as my father fell limply to the floor. I stood there in shock.
BANG!!
I started to run for my life as my Mother fell down beside my Father.
BANG!!!
BANG!!!
BANG!!!
I kept running as the bullets missed my ankles by millimetres.
I ran and ran for at least 10 minutes away from home with out looking back. I stopped running. I looked back and stared at the corner I just tuned. Just making sure that he stopped following me. Thank god he stopped. "I am so tired I could fall asleep right here right now" I thought to myself. Sure enough I did. I lay there in the middle of the footpath in front of some ones home.

I woke up in a well decorated room. I was tightly tucked into a vey comfortable bed.
" ... were am I?????" I whispered to myself.
"don't worry your safe" said a calm voice
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! WHO ARE YOU!!!! WHERE AM I?!?!?!? HOW DID I GET HERE!??!?!? WHY AM I..." he cut me off by saying
"shhhhhhhhhhh your ok"
This mysterious man looked land sounded like my dad.
"Dad?? is that you??" I softly said
"No Bruce, I am your Dad's Cousin. You have met me once when you were 2 years old. I suspect you don't remember me".
I nodded my head with a look on my face that said "I still don't trust you".
"I see" he said noticing my facial expression .
"My name is Alfred" he said reaching for my hand.
"Alfred Pennyworth" he claimed as he shook my hand.
"Actually. I remember my Father mentioning you. We were planning to visit you."
I froze in place as I realised what had happened last night.
"oh no" I said with a stutter in my voice.
I slummed my head into my hands and cried.
"shhh shhh.. It's ok" Alfred whispered rubbing my back trying to comfort me.
"NO" I screamed.
"IT'S NOT OK!! MY PARENTS ARE DEAD!! THATS NOT OK!! I AM NEVER GOING TO SEE THEM AGAIN!! IS THAT OK???!!!!!!" I screamed with anger.
"well I suppose not" he said quietly to himself.
I returned to my crying, and swore on my life, that I will avenge my Mother and Fathers death, and take revenge, ... on evil.

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