You just saw your parents die…

Your older brother is Bruce Wayne. After seeing a movie you, your brother, and your parents were walking home but made the mistake of walking through crime alley and getting mugged. Both your parents were shot and killed.

It had been an hour or so since it happened. Police were all around you and finished questioning you and your brother a few minutes ago. It was pouring raining.

Bruce has a traumatized expression, eyes wide, and is staring off into the night, as if wondering what’s gonna happen without your parents. He’s silently crying, tears running down his cheeks. Your father had put his jacket on Bruce before everything happened, so he’d be warm, now the jacket seemed to make him small, or a metaphor for the burden he holds now. He has an iron grip on your hand, not willing to lose you too…