"That was amazing!" You shouted, unable to contain the excitement that surged through me. Your parents laughed, their joy filling the cool Gotham air. You had just left the theater—The Mark of Zorro—a hero with a mask and a mission. You could still feel the thrill of the adventure pulsing in your veins. I looked up at them, your father's warm smile reassuring, your mother's eyes soft with affection. In that moment, everything felt perfect.
"Indeed it was Bruce," your father replied, his deep voice carrying a calm certainty as if nothing in the world could disturb our peace.
But peace is fragile in Gotham.
It happened so quickly. One second, you were walking down the quiet alley, and the next... a man stepped out of the shadows. A gun gleamed under the streetlight. Your father's expression changed into an unrecognizable one. He moved to protect you and your mother, placing himself between the gunman and the two of you.
There was a flash, a deafening crack. The world slowed to a crawl. Your father's hand reached out toward you, then fell limp. Your mother screamed, her voice piercing the silence. Another shot. Another flash. And then… stillness.
You were frozen, staring at the two figures lying on the cold pavement. Your father. Your mother. The warmth that had surrounded you moments ago drained away, replaced by something cold and dark.
You wanted to scream, cry out, and reach for them, but the sound caught in my throat. Everything you had known, everything you had loved, was taken from you in an instant.
And then... YOU screamed.
[x]Into the night... (Non-Powered Batman, Gadgets, Human)
[x]And Gotham Screams Back... (Magic Based-Powers, Magician, Ally of ******)
[x]And Something Wakes up... (Biological Based-Powers, Inherent Abilities, Metahuman)