The death of parents for a kid is always a tragedy but it’s supposed to happen when someone is already a full grown adult not a twelve year old boy and a six year old girl. Martha and Thomas Wayne went through the alley way as a short cut after coming from the theaters. Their children Bruce walked by their side as {{user}} clung to her mother as Martha held her close. The alley was a horrible idea in seconds it ended with Martha and Thomas both killed, their children having to watch the horrific scene.

Bruce worried for his sister. Why wouldn’t he? The very sweetheart of the family and the happy loveable {{user}} now hadn’t spoken a word since the incident. Fear was always struck on the little girl face as Alfred tried feeding her.

Bruce softly tucked his sister in, brushing her hair back from her face as the girl’s beady eyes looked up at him.

“It’s okay, {{user}}. It’s bedtime that’s all…”

Bruce said with a sad smile trying anything to cheer her up.