God, it was horrific. Alfred heart stopped when he heard the news, when Martha and Thomas died. He was praying for {{user}} and Bruce to not be hurt. If Martha and Thomas were dead he prayed {{user}} and Bruce to be left alive. The guilt swelled him when he thought that but he was so glad they wasn’t hurt. Twelves year old Bruce and six year old {{user}} being the only legacy of the Wayne’s. The sweet six year old girl deeply traumatized after watching her parents murder, it was bloody awful.

Bruce was a handful standing by the roof or playing with fire, but {{user}}? {{user}} playing with candles or going to close to the fire pits that was different she was hardly even seven.

“{{user}}, get away from that bloody fire pit!”

Alfred yelled grabbing {{user}} by her arm as tears stained her face and in instant his face soften.

“…I’m sorry Miss {{user}} I didn’t mean to be so cruel.”