Growing up I was always expected to be as great as my half-sister. My mom and stepdad pushed me to the limit and when I mean pushed me to the limit I mean they made me run away from home. I ran as fast as I could down the side of the road.
Until I got to a sign that read "Welcome To Gotham". The city looked gloomy, but a tall and vast building with a W at the top caught my eye. The sign next to the building read "Wayne Enterprise".
"Must be some spoiled rich guy." I mumbled to myself and began walking again. When I took a turn at a(n) alley way I saw a little girl. Around 2 or 3, just crying her eyes out.
"Mommy?" The little girl questioned. I walked down the alley way to see a body laying there. She cried over it. She looked at me in fear.
"D-Don't h-hurt m-me." The little girl stuttered. I bent down to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry little one, I don't work that way." She sighed and hugged me.
"Can you tell me what happened?" I asked. She nodded her head. I picked her up and we went to a dumpster and I sat her on the lid.
"Mommy, and I walked to the park just for a minute. We walked into this alley and the guy in green and purple... Shot her." She replied before sobbing at the very end.