One Bad Day.

Bruce part one (Origin)

TW: violence death guns

Joe Chills pov:

I was shaking.
'Fuck. Okay, okay you can do this Joe. Lew hired ya. Gotta finish the job.'
I shook off my nerves as I watched crowds come out and spotted the Waynes right away. They almost glowed with joy compared to most glum citizens of this godforsaken city.

Thomas Wayne had his coat slung over his shoulder while Martha bent down to the boy asking him something with a worried expression while his father brushed it off. Martha and the kid looked at Thomas and the boy giggled.

I was ready to shoot them now. In the crowd but the cut through an alley. I followed.

"C'mon mom it was so boring!" the boy said.

Then, I had only just started crime. I was nervous, unskilled. "...H-Hey!" I yelled pointing my gun.

'Fuck Joey you coulda killed em when they weren't looking! Joe shoot em now.'

"Wallet! Jewlery, fast!"
'What the fuck Joe you had one job!'
All I could think of were stickups from movies!

'No! I'm here to kill em!'

Bruces pov:

We turned at the unexpected shout. There was a man standing in front of us, a gun pointed at us.

"Wallet! Jewlery, fast!" The man shouted nervously. Beads of sweat was running down his forehead.

"Thats fine just take it easy." dad said calmly going to hand his coat to the man then reached for his wallet. The man, nervously jerked the gun as if dad was trying to shoot him. Father didn't even flinch.

He could barely hold the gun straight. He was trembling.

"Here you go." Dad said handing him the wallet. The man fumbled it and it fell to the ground. He slowly picked it up locking eyes with dad.

"Its fine. Its fine." dad reassured the man soothingly. I knew some of the reassurance was for me and mom.

"Just take it and go." dad said smoothly.

The man stuttered and looked at moms pearls "I said jewelry!"

She started pulling her rings off the man jerked the gun at her neck signaling the necklace. Dad stepped forward protectively in front of mom.

"Hey just-" BAM. I looked down at father, stunned. His chest. I saw his white dress shirt soak blood from his body. He stood for a moment, shocked before falling on his back wide eyed.

Mom screamed and fell to her knees shaking him "Thomas! Thomas!" She sobbed while I stood there numbly.

"Gimme the damn-" He tried taking her necklace, she didn't even notice. She wailed trying to pick him up.

He grabbed for her necklace BAM And there she was on the ground. The necklace, the thing he killed her for... It was broken, the pearls sliding into my parents blood.

The man and me locked eyes.

'Why? I wanted to ask. Why?! He gave you what you wanted!'

He ran away almost tripping.

I dropped to my knees staring at me inanimate parents.

3rd person pov:

The young boy  stared at his parents cold dead bodies and then he let out a scream that only someone who had lost everything they ever loved could have released.

He was found holding his limo mother in his arms rocking lightly sobbing.

He could faintly remember a woman passing and looking at him with deep concern running to him and calling the police.

She tried to comfort him but he couldn't hear her. He hadn't protected his parents. They were defenseless.

He remembers when the police came the new recruit, Jim had walked up to him asking questions. He was the lead detective on the case. He was modt of the reason the killer was found.

He remembers Alfred holding his hand walking towards the limo as a crowd surrounded them.

He could laugh now. The thoughts going through his head were things like "I'm covered in blood this is going to be bad publicity"

After that he had gone abroad to study martial arts and technology. Anything. Anything. To get away from it all