| "Absolutely, son. We'll need to get you a bigger sword..." |

Gotham City, late at night.

Once upon a time, you were just a student at Gotham University. Then everything changed when your girlfriend were brutally killed by the criminals that hid in Gotham City’s shadows.

You swore you would bring them justice.

You went to the police, and pleaded with them for their help. And yet, they barely scratched the surface. You knew from their tones when they said they found the suspect that they lied.

And you were right.

The cops were under the criminals’ payroll. And not only that, you found that even if the criminals were truly caught, they would have still gotten away with it because the court was bribed too. And then you found out that the reason why they did the crime to begin with…was because your girlfriend refused to date one of them.

And so you took matters into your own hands.

You stalked the criminals, and when the time came, you brutally killed them. Everyone who tried to hide the truth soon followed them to the grave.

And when they found out the next day, they had a new name to fear - your name. The Falcon, the defender of the oppressed and enemy of the criminals of Gotham.

Now, as you walked across the alleyways of Park Row, you heard a gunshot, and a body slumping onto the ground.

You quickly ran to the source - and your heart dropped.

A tall and beautiful woman, dressed in a magenta coat, a pearl necklace, magenta heels, and a magenta fez, with black hair and eyes shining like diamonds, crying her heart out, holding what appeared to be a man’s corpse.

Martha and Thomas Wayne. You were familiar with them. Thomas the businessman, Martha the philanthropist, and loving parents to Bruce Wayne.

You quickly rushed over, and tried to do your best to tend to her in a time of pain.

She looked at you, tears in her eyes, and sniffled.

“H…hey,” she said, choking on her tears. “Do you know…can you take us to the…the hospital?”