Alfred was making dinner. He was the Wayne Butler, and a very good one. His uncle, Jarvis, was the original butler but had recently died, and he had wished for Alfred to carry on the family tradition. In his eyes, he was a temp. He wanted to be an actor. After the Wayne's got back from the opera he was planning on handing them his resignation. He got slightly bored waiting for the meal to finish cooking, so he turned on the television and a shocking sight met his eyes. On the screen, was the breaking news that Thomas and Martha Wayne had been murdered. They had apparentally been pushed on the train tracks at Gotham Subway and collided with an oncoming train. Bruce Wayne was in police custody. He quickly switched off the frying pans, grabbed his coat and raced out of the manor.
Police tape was surrounding the entrance to the subway. Alfred was in his mid-forties, was wearing a neat suit and a long brown coat. His hair was black but greying and sweat was dripping off of his forehead. The police saw him coming and blocked his path. "Sorry you're not allowed through, this is the scene of the biggest crime of the year after all," one of them said. "LET ME THROUGH!" Alfred yelled, "You don't understand, I need to go in there." "I'm sorry, citeizens aren't allowed acc-" Alfred grew tired of their negativity and barged his way through. The police tried to grab him and pull him back, but they didn't stand a chance; love overpowered them. Bruce was sitting on a chair with a blanket covering him. The camera is facing Bruce from afar, tears streaming down his face. The hazy image of Alfred in the background appears. The camera then switches to Alfred's face. He is panting, breathless, unsure of what to do and shocked. "Bruce...." He whispers. Bruce's head slowly turns around to see Alfred, prompting him to run forward into the child's arms. As soon as Bruce fell into his arms, he knew that he was not going to resign.
The rain was pouring down outside Wayne Manor. The funeral for Thomas and Martha Wayne had ended. Bruce was absolutely distraught, and spent most of the funeral crying into Alfred's suit. People were getting walking away with umbrellas over their heads, chatting and giving their condolences to Alfred and Bruce. A short, bald man in a tuxedo walked up to the pair and knelt down so he was face-to-face with Bruce. "Don't worry son, Wayne Enterprises is in good hands! Remember, we will be there when you reach the level of maturity the job of running one of the world's major corporations requires." Bruce sniffles and cries for another half a minute, and finally sums up the courage to ask, "Have they caught him yet?" The man sighed. "Unfortunately not Master Wayne. We're still looking for him." "What is your name?" The man smiles, and says, "Hugo Strange." The music gets really loud, like the 'boowwwwwww' sound heard often in soundtracks for Nolan's Bat Films. Alfred leads Bruce back in the mansion, as the funeral is now deserted.
Bruce hit a punching bag. Ever since the death of his parents as a small boy, he has vowed to never let anything like that happen to anybody again. He doesn't know how he's going to do it, but he's going to get revenge for what Joe Chill did 20 years ago. He's going to go out this very night, and strike him dead.
Elsewhere, Joe Chill was entering the same restaurant as Black Mask did so many years ago. This scene is basically a mirroring of the opening, except Chill is now the crime lord. Mask was driven out years ago, now a squatter in an abandoned flat in a remot area of Gotham, or atleast that's where they think he is. There's no fighting or explosions this time though, but most people treat him like he is some kind of God. The scene is nearly all silent, apart from the note so often seen in Nolan's soundtracks as well, notably at the beginning of Joker's theme in The Dark Knight. Then it quickly cuts to Bruce putting on a ski mask and a brown leather jacket. He is near the door when Alfred grabs his arm and pulls him back. "Bruce, what on Earth do you think you're doing!?" In his years of being Bruce's legal guardian, his hair has turned completely white and now has a thin moustache. "I'm going to balance things out." "Doing what you're about to do is in no way balancing things out. If you kill this man," [the shot quickly changes back to a frontal shot of Chill walking around the restaurant, with Alfred providing a voiceover] "it would make you just as bad as he is." Joe Chill smiles. The shot changes back to Bruce. "He robbed me of my childhood. I have irresponsibly spent my adult life partying and holding off the decision whether to take control of Wayne Enterprises. I am finally facing my past." And on that note, he exited swiftly before Alfred could stop him.
It was a dark night. Bruce was sat on the rooftop of the restaurant, waiting for Joe Chill to appear. He had been waiting in the heavy rain for nearly 3 hours now, and was beginning to think this was utterly worthless. Maybe Alfred was right. Maybe he was being reckless and stupid. He got up to leave when Chill exited below him. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Bruce could already tell he was a heavy smoker. Slowly and silently, he pulled the loaded gun from his pocket. Chill stopped smoking. Bruce ducked but fell forwards, crashing onto the ground loudly. Chill whips around to see Bruce on the ground, his ski mask ripped. He dropped the lighter and the cigarette fell out of his mouth. "You." He could see the fury in Bruce's eyes, as he leapt up and pointed the gun at him, causing Chill to raise his hands. "Bruce, I didn't kill your parents. The train did." Bruce lurched forward and punched him straight in the nose. Suddenly, two burly men walked out of the restaurant and grabbed Bruce's arms. Chill took his gun and punched him multiple times in the gut. Bruce was weak, being beaten. He had hardly trained, cocky enough to believe that he could win on his own. Just as Chill was about to punch again, he kicked him in the face, throwing him backwards. The men dropped him to the ground, stupidly, to fight. Bruce grabbed the gun and shot them both. Chill crept up on him from behind and stretched his arm around his neck, gagging him. Bruce saw a great opportunity and kicked Chill in the balls, whipping around and causing the biggest mistake of his life. Chill fell to the floor, staring up at Bruce in fear and terror. Bruce pulled the trigger and the bullet hit his head. Chill dropped dead. The gun fell to the floor. Bruce's eyes widened. He backed away, slowly, and then running the fastest he ever has. He had made the biggest mistake of his life, and he was going to run away.