Bruce walked into the taped off house. The police had just arrested a serial killer here and their one remaining kid witnessed it. Bruce glanced over at Gordon, his bat suit making him blend into the shadows of this average suburban home. Nobody would’ve guessed that a psychotic serial killer lived here, everything was deceptively normal.

This home was a perfect imagine of a nuclear American family. A picture hung on a wall of the serial killer and his family. A wife and mother with blonde hair was standing next to the man and their three children stood infront of them. The eldest was a boy who looked almost identical to his dad, the middle child was another boy who looked to be the perfect blend of his parents, and the youngest was a girl who looked like a little copy of her mother. Of course looks could be deceiving as the mom and two younger kids were dead, leaving you, the eldest, being the only survivor of your father.

Bruce looked over at you as police and EMTs tended to you. You were the one who called the police and it looks like you paid the price for it as you were beat up and bloodied. When the police first arrived they had to pull your father off of you.

“Gordon, where is this kid going?” Bruce asked the commissioner.

“The only emergency contact for this kid had been awol for awhile now, he’ll be placed under foster care” Gordon said.

Bruce nodded grimly