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You stand there.. alone. Just you and the gunman. Your look down towards the ground your parents lay on, your father looking right at you.

"Bruce.. don't.. be scared", your father says with his final breaths.

The mugger looks at you with his beady, dilated eyes. He comes a little closer and draws his emptied gun to your chest, he's trying to intimidate you. "Not a word, kid. Got it?" He says.

You nods, after that he slowly starts backing away. Once he makes it to the exit on the other side he runs off in a full blown sprint. More sirens can be heard coming towards your direction. After a couple minutes more the police arrive. Most of the officers surround the area, check the environment, question the homeless bystanders, and examine the body. Only of them pulls you aside.

"Bruce Wayne? I'm Officer Jim Gordon, son." The man says. You look at him with tears streaming down your face, he puts on arm on your shoulder and then wraps you in his warm jacket. You begin to sob, he pulls you in for a hug and just holds you there.

The rain splatters down on the blood soaked pavement. You twist, turn, and writhe in your sleep. This memory has been replayed to you a thousand times over at this point. Each time it does, the only thought or feeling left within you is

>Revenge
>Anger
>Guilt
>Fear
>Sadness