Evans parents had been treading the soft line between walking and jogging for a while. The boy was panting from the exertion from having to keep up the pace. It did help though that both were tightly holding on to his hands to make absolutely sure that they were not going to lose him.

  Gotham had all kinds of threats. The father and mother had seen many crimes that could cause citizens in happier places like Metropolis to vomit, but sadly here it is merely an uncomfortable way of life. With how deeply entrenched the various mob bosses and supervillains were in the cities political and economic society any means of escape was virtually cut off. They will always find those who desert.

  To be fair though their lives had been pretty good. Many would certainly consider them good luck charms here in Gotham as they were hardly robbed. Only being stolen from once a month is astounding in the darkest city in America. The family was almost in the perfect sweet spot of anonymity. None of the three were particularly good looking, possessing only an average physique. The parents are middle class workers so there was enough money coming in the household to live a good life while not too much that would attract unwanted attention. Finally, none were too into material things.Be it clothes, jewelry, or even furniture.

  Everything was what any crook would consider "not worth it."

  Why waste time on them when just 3 floors down on their appartment you could at least find the odd valuable here or there.

  The most visionally pleasing thing is the necklace their son just bought, but even that was only worth $350 so although unique not worth much to sell. That was one of two reasons why Bill and Mara had allowed their son to purchase his new treasure. The other reason being how polite and welcoming the older British man was.

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  He had that look of someone who was genuinely kind to everyone. Anywhere else in the world that could make people suspicious of ulterior motive, but how could someone survive Gotham without the ability to detect when someone lies. Even if they are skilled the citizens have developed a form of danger sense like prey before a predator when someone who lies often suddenly starts being polite.

  To say that never triggered in the parents meant either the man was one of the best liars in the whole city, which was a worthy achievement, or he was the real deal.

  Taking a chance for their child the parents allowed the transaction and could see the beam of innocent light that only children could bring in Gotham. Even the crooks wouldn't likely kill the small kids who had yet to have their innocence taken away from the death trap of a city they all call home. Not without reason that is.

  A loud burst of gunfire could be heard behind them as the three descended into the subway, heading home.

  Any normal child would be frightened, but Evan just looked up at his father and asked. "Dad. Is everyone going to be alright?"

  The boys father looked at him for a brief moment when the train doors oppened. Pushing him lightly through the dad answered his sons question in a soft voice. "I don't know. That nice man will be ok though. Don't worry about him, ok?" The father was looking at him waiting for a response with bated breath.

  The boy nodded. "Ok dad."

  Heaving a relieved sigh, Bill looked at the passing walls by the window. He offered a silent prayer to the gentleman that he would be alright and left it at that. He knew that someone who was aware would likely be able to leave the area, but there was still that chance of something going horribly wrong.

  Thinking for a moment, he leaned down to his sons ear and whispered. "Do not take that out of your jacket until you are in your room. I don't want you to lose it so quickly ok?"

  The boy suddenly went stiff with worry that he could lose his new necklace. "Alright dad I will," whispered the young boy.

  Laughing at his sons act of whispering so loud into his ear he didn't see some of the stares.

  The people in the cart were all enjoying the little bundle of sunshine that rarely appears in their daily darkness. The family went about on their train car with a cart full of smiling strangers in this strange world.