Brief
It was a very dark night, the rain and clouds blocking out the moon, gothams streets were covered in rain, the pavement glistening, the neon lights of the city brighter because of the darkness
Bruce stands in the heavy rain, the alley dank and lined with trash but Bruce wasn't looking at the trash, he was looking at a spot on the ground, the spot where his parents died Bruce stared at that spot as the rain soaked the pavement, his attention was snapped back to reality when the sound of a shattering glass bottle hits the wall just a bit down the alley "Dammit" Bruce mutters to himself, he sighs heavily, he never got a moment of peace to himself anymore
