The Story Of Batman

Zachary Kidwell, Writer

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My name is Bruce Wayne. I am the heir to the famous Wayne Family Fortune. I have given my home city of Gotham what it has given my family for generations. But my history has a dark chapter.

When I was eight years old, I pressured my parents, Dr. Thomas Wayne and philanthropist Martha Wayne, to take me to see the latest Zorro film. I was practically obsessed with it. After the movie, we started our route home by taking a shortcut through a dark and desolate alleyway. That was when he appeared. He had brown hair and a tan leather jacket covered in what looked like ash. He seemed to be in a rush and his breath smelled of alcohol. He took his hand out of one of his pockets to show he had a gun. He demanded that we hand him my father’s wallet and my mother’s pearl necklace. My father handed him the wallet, but my mother was struggling with her necklace. The man, who’s name was Joe Chill, then raised his gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet struck my father in the chest and I watched in horror as his body landed on the pavement. I looked back up to see my mother frozen in fear and shock. She told me to run, and he pulled the trigger again. My mother was struck in the chest, the bullet destroying her necklace. Her body fell flat on the ground, the pearls from her necklace scattering across the alleyway. He then pointed the gun at my head, looking like he was going to kill me as well. But he hesitated after he heard police sirens. The gunman ran away, escaping with only my father’s wallet. I looked down at my parents bodies. Seeing them dead had me thinking that I was all alone for the rest of my life after a split second. As luck would have it, a police officer saw me and radioed for backup.

I was not paying attention to what was happening on the way to the police precinct. The next thing I knew, I was in the precinct lobby. A police officer approached me. He introduced himself as Sergeant James Gordon. He sat next to me and he asked me if I was okay. I did not get to respond before another policeman said that I was alright as long as I had my money. But Gordon said that I was eight years old and all alone, something money can never fix. In tears I asked Gordon why a regular man would kill my parents. Gordon said that there was something wrong with the city of Gotham, but he assured me that the police would never stop until that something is found and disposed of, ending crime in Gotham. (Of course, I did not believe that, because there were even police officers that dealt with criminals.)

Suddenly, my family’s faithful butler, Alfred Pennyworth, arrived to take me back home. Alfred personally made sure that I would not be put in an orphanage and became my guardian. I even saw my longtime childhood friend, Tommy Elliot and heard that his father had died in a car wreck. Fortunately, my father was able to save Tommy’s mother. The newspapers had a field day after that. I didn’t even want to attend my own parents’ funeral. I did not go back to school for a long time. When I finally came back, I decided to focus on my studies. After I graduated from college, I decided to leave Gotham and travel the world to learn the fighting styles and knowledge that I would need in my war against crime and corruption.

In time, I mastered many martial arts styles and studied criminology and forensics. I then came back home and publicly announced my return to my home city after ten years. I even learned that my mother’s company, Wayne Enterprises had been taken over by an old friend of my father, Lucius Fox. I then decided to visit Gotham’s criminal underbelly and had a not-so-pleasant chat with the underworld’s ruler, Carmine Falcone. His bodyguards led me to Falcone’s office at his casino. During our chat, I asked him what he knew about Joe Chill. He did not say much, but he did say that Chill was hired to kill them, but he did not say anything about who he was hired by. I pushed for more answers, but he said nothing more. The bodyguards then grabbed me and escorted me out of the office, but not before Falcone remarked that my father was practically begging like a dog that night he was killed. After that, I decided to start my one-man war against crime and corruption. I tracked down a meeting by the infamous Red Hood Gang. They saw me on their trail, which forced me to defend myself. Unfortunately, they had the advantage and beat me to a pulp.

Back at my study at Wayne Manor, I decided that if I wanted to turn the tables in my favor, I needed a way to strike fear into the hearts of my enemies. Suddenly, a bat crashed through my window. After I saw the dead creature on my floor, I remembered my childhood fear of bats. I realized that I can use that fear to strike terror into the hearts of my enemies. So in order to gain the advantage against the criminals of Gotham City, I needed to become a bat. Thus was born the leather winged guise of the Batman.

I then found the Red Hood Gang at the ACE Chemical Plant. This time, I had the advantage, but I accidentally knocked their leader into a vat of chemicals, an incident that had me in the crosshairs of the police. Fortunately, James Gordon believed that I was trying to help. After this, I set up a base of operations under my mansion called the Batcave. Over the course of my career, I had made many enemies including the Penguin, Mister Freeze, the Scarecrow, the Riddler, Two-Face, Killer Croc, Bane, and even the former Red Hood Gang leader, who came to be known as the Joker. I have also made many allies, including Dick Grayson, who was originally Robin and grew up to become Nightwing and cleared the way for new Robins, including Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne, my only son. It also cleared the way for other allies like Batgirl. I had even helped found the Justice League alongside other heroes like Superman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Cyborg, Green Lantern and the Flash.

So now, whenever there is trouble in the fair city of Gotham, Commissioner James Gordon lights up the Bat-Signal on the rooftop of the Gotham City Police Department Headquarters and I am ready to respond to any crime that would require my attention. Once I am on any case that the Commissioner warns me about, the criminals will know that they will be defeated and justice upheld, and one day, I will find the man who killed my parents and get justice for all the people of Gotham. As long as there is a Batman, there will always be justice.