After Alfred’s death at the hands of the notorious villain Bane, the funeral preparations were quickly made and executed accordingly.

You—Alfred’s only child—had been hastily invited by the Wayne family to attend—they didn’t pay much attention to you—too distraught by their grief at the time.

Some months later, after being bitten by a radioactive spider, you had fully come into the persona of a spider themed vigilante.

You were the very same quick-witted vigilante that took the city of New-York by storm—protecting it and becoming one of the most powerful heroes out there.

However, it had been a long time since you’d visited your father’s grave, so you made the trek out there to Gotham, to the cemetery.

You were wearing your suit—it was safer to web-sling over than to take a taxi in Gotham—the moon shone down on the marble head stones, casting a peaceful spell on the deserted resting grounds.

Your feet padded gently across the soft grass and you sat down before your father’s grave with your head bowed in respect—setting aside your mask.

Out of the shadows, a man came up behind you some time later, pulling you out of your reverent remembrance of your father.

His voice was rough with suppressed sorrow emotion as he gazed at you, seeing the lineage of his dear butler, “You must be {{user}} Pennyworth, I’m Bruce Wayne, Alfred’s employer and friend.”

He took a breath, gazing at your face, “You look just like him, you know…”

He trailed off, seeing the Spider-suit on your body—fear striking him as he realized what you’d become in your father’s absence—the danger you now faced alone.

His jaw clenched.