It was a cold night in Gotham... My parents had taken me to see Zorro at the local rundown movie theatre, when out of nowhere, a mugger lurched from the shadows. He had a gun in his hand and bid my mother and father for all they had, as he reached for my mother's pearls my father jumped in front of him and in that instance the thief pulled the trigger... As my father's body fell my mother scream and he reacted just the same... Their lifeless bodies fell to the ground and in his cowardice he ran. I sat there with tears on my eyes beholding the dying bodies of my parents as my father whispered to me not to be afraid.... And in that moment of darkness I heard something, something in the shadows, swift, and dark, and silent.... It weas a great winged Bat! That flew before my eyes! And then.... then I knew fear.... it was then I knew what I must do....