Bruce knelt at his bedroom window, a single lit candle on the nightstand beside him. He and Alfred had just returned home. His parents had been murdered mere hours ago.
He knew that his parents would never return from their graves; he would never again feel his mother's love or his father's approval. They had been taken from him. The criminal world of Gotham had murdered them. Bruce refused to let that be the end.
Alfred would remark in later years that Bruce changed that night. Bruce, however, would disagree. He would say that Bruce Wayne died that night, in that alley. At that moment, something else was born.
Bruce clasped his hands together. Tears in his eyes, he spoke into the night.
"I swear, by the spirits of my parents, to avenge their deaths by spending the rest of my life warring on all criminals."
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