Thunder rumbled within the clouds overhead, lightning flashing from time to time.
Underground alley.
The atmosphere was silent, eerie.
The family was still cheerfully discussing the plot of "Zorro," even arranging their next family gathering.
Ba Di had been walking behind them all along, neither following them nor walking with them. They were simply going their separate ways.
For the moment, they happened to be taking the same road.
It was not until a scruffily dressed vagrant appeared and shot the father of the family that Ba Di realized what scene he had stumbled into.
"Bruce, run! Run!"
The mother shielded her child behind her, disbelief and terror still written across her face.
Bang.
The vagrant fired again.
This could perhaps be shown in slow motion, or made more sorrowful and atmospheric.
The mother slowly collapsed, her eyes remaining open in death.
The child named Bruce threw himself over his father's and mother's bodies, crying out loudly as tears streamed down his face.
Having killed two people, the vagrant became somewhat flustered. Without lingering, he ran over their bodies and fled.
His panicked expression swept past Ba Di as he ran.
The two passed each other.
Panic brushed against indifference.
"Bruce Wayne."
Ba Di's gaze flickered slightly. His right thumb rubbed against his left palm, and he appeared utterly calm.
Even if two people had died, it had nothing to do with him.
He had merely been passing by.
Ba Di continued walking calmly. In the alley, there was nothing but anguished crying and the sound of Ba Di's steady footsteps.
He had never considered taking Batman under his command. Or rather, Ba Di disliked Batman.
He disliked this sort of man who caught criminals in Gotham, threw them into Arkham, and endlessly played a game of crime to flaunt