You watched as the scene unfolded, your eyes welling up in horror. Martha and Thomas Wayne had just been murdered. You couldn't believe it... You were with your brother Jim when they got the call. So you had to come along. You stood by one of many cop cars blocking the alley, your arms wrapped around yourself. Jim told you to stay in the car, but you couldn't. There was too much going for you to just stay still.

You slowly looked over the scene, a sad feeling washing over you, when you saw a boy sitting on some stairs, a blanket wrapped around him. He looked terrified, broken. That must be their son. He witnessed the whole thing... A tear slid from your eye, looking at him drawn into himself.

You looked up at Jim, seeing him talking with a crime scene worker, before you walked off, heading towards the boy. You stopped inches away from him, his eyes looking off into the distance. But you slowly sat next to him, looking him over, his eyes wide.

"Are you warm enough?" He slowly turned his head, looking at you, slightly shaking.

"I'm.... I'm fine." You sighed, another tear falling.

"I'm really sorry. Your parents were such good people..." The boy kept his eyes trained on you, his eyes filling with pain, making your heart break.

"I don't understand... We were having such a great night. And then..." He looked down, slightly crying, sniffling. You gently wrapped your arm around him, rubbing his arm softly.

"People are so cruel.. Doing this to innocent people. Ruining lives.. It's sick." He looked at you, his face breaking, making you cry more. This poor boy... he's been left with no parents. You shook your head, anger coursing through you. These poor people... They didn't deserve this. 

"I'm (Y/N) Gordon. And I promise you, I will make sure my brother does everything he can to find their killer. I'll even help." He looked at you, a tear running down his cheek.

"I'm.... Bruce." You looked over the alley, your face heating up.

"Whoever did this... they need to burn." Bruce shook his head, a fresh set of tears streaming down his face.

"I don't understand why people are so... evil." You sighed, a sad sigh.

"This world is filled with evil Bruce. So much of it. And that evil always seems to come upon such nice people. It's light vs. dark. And of course we'll never understand the reasoning for all this evil. But we can always do something to try and stop it..." He looked at you, thinking, softly wiping his tears away, determination coming to his eyes.

"My parents were murdered by people that seemed to just take joy in it. They stole from them, then killed them. And they spared me...? Why?! Why me?!" You looked at him, seeing the brokenness in his eyes, hearing it in his voice.

"It must mean you are needed Bruce. Someday, the time will come when the world needs you. Don't know when. Or for what. But someday, it will happen." He sighed, gently cupping his face. You gently laid your head on his shoulder, softly rubbing his arm. He slowly pulled his head up, looking at you slightly, before placing his head on yours, sighing.

"Thank you (Y/N)..." You gently smiled, patting his arm. Someday, he will avenge his parents. Someday....