"Ahh!" I awoke gasping for air. It was already morning, but everything was blurry. And before my eyes refocused, I saw it again. It's the thing that's been haunting my dreams lately—the blue hand.

Bruce, my twin brother, seemed to have already gone down to eat with our father and mother, Thomas and Martha Wayne.

As Gotham's cornerstone family, the Waynes enjoy vast wealth and power. Our family, along with several other prominent families, founded the city. Still, our family was the only one to extend our roots further in many fields, such as medicine, technology, and even games. The Wayne name was everywhere, and the Waynes had their hands in almost everything. A common saying in Gotham was that Wayne's hands held up the sky.

My father was primarily involved with the medical technology division of the Wayne foundation as he was a medical genius and well-acknowledged in the medical community. His neurosurgical techniques were the stuff of legends. A common rumor spread that in his youth, he had traveled to the East after graduating at the top of his class in university before he had met my mother. Supposedly, he had come back a new man, nobody knows, and my brother and I never really cared. Pops was pops; we were the apple of his eye, and the only thing he ever talked about to us was about legacy. It always made Bruce laugh when I'd mock Dad behind his back—it made Bruce laugh even harder when Dad would nail me in the head dead center without looking. The man definitely had eyes on the back of his head.

I excitedly ran out of the room. Today was the day! Today is the day my brother and I have been begging and badgering our parents non-stop. We're going to the movies!

It was raining, and the whole family just left the theatre. We just finished watching the newest Zorro film, The Mask of Zorro. We begged and begged our parents the night before to take us. Bruce and I were pretend sword fighting as we turned into an alley by the theatre. As I acted to evade his sword and poke him with my finger, it caused him to stumble into what I can only describe as an alley rat passing by. He grabbed Bruce by the shoulder, and before Bruce or anyone could react, he pulled out a pistol.

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He then screamed, "No one move. You, pretty lady with the pearls." he paused for a bit, eyes a bit dizzy, and his demeanor presented itself as not all there in the head or inebriated.

Dad slowly pulled out his wallet from the back pocket of his suit, and this sudden motion seemed to awaken the man; he pointed the pistol at Dad, and before Dad could say a word, he shot him. 'BANG!' The bullet found its way to Father's jugular, where he flung his wallet and grabbed his throat. Completely shocked, both Bruce and I just watched as our father struggled and breathed his last breath.

Our mom seemed to have been the first to jolt awake with an adrenaline-pumping and fiery determination to get her sons out of this situation unharmed. She rushed at the assailant, who got a good grip on my brother and had just shot my father. She grabbed the gun hand of the ally thug and struggled with him.

While she was doing that, I also snapped out of my traumatic trance, and fearing for my brother's life, I also ran at the thug. I was pumped on adrenaline like my mother. I managed to bite the hand gripping Bruce, causing the thug to bleed and yell in pain. He lets go of Bruce and instead punches Mom with his bloody hand, which dazes her; while she's dazed, he grabs at her necklace, breaks it, then points the muzzle of the gun to her forehead and pulls the trigger. With a swift motion, the pistol whips me across the face; although it mostly grazed me, the end of the handle connected, knocking me out.

Images and memories flashed in my head in bits and pieces. It's a familiar world, much like this one, but wrong. I wasn't in it, only Bruce—all our most precious memories but wrong. As I was immersed in these images, I felt warm droplets of water splash on my face. Suddenly, it felt like I was in a moving car looking out at the rushing scenery; all my memories were rushing forward while I remained in place until I was floating in a dark space full of nothing. Then, a big blue hand the size of a car reached out toward me, and before it touched me, my eyes flew open.