Gotham's Story
Your mother grips her husband's arm a little tighter as you continue to gambol around with imaginary sword swings. You are about to perform a deadly strike when you hear your mother's voice.
"Stop, Bruce!"
You look up and see a man in dark clothes and hoding a revolver- his face is shadowed by a short brimmed hat. Without hesitation, you run back to your parents and hold tight to your mother's dress. The mugger points the gun at your father and makes some quick jerking motions with his free hand.
"Okay, okay," your father says as he slowly reaches for his wallet. "Let's be calm about this."
The mugger jerks the gun to point at your mother. "Her pearls too!"
Your father, acting on a protective impulse, puts himself between your mother and the gun. The mugger, already on edge, jerks and fires the revolver at your father. He slumped and your mother screamed. This brought the attacker on her and another shot fires off. As you feel your mother's weight fall from your hands, the mugger runs down the alley out of sight. The only thing left behind is his handkerchief on the ground.
"Stop, Bruce!"
You look up and see a man in dark clothes and hoding a revolver- his face is shadowed by a short brimmed hat. Without hesitation, you run back to your parents and hold tight to your mother's dress. The mugger points the gun at your father and makes some quick jerking motions with his free hand.
"Okay, okay," your father says as he slowly reaches for his wallet. "Let's be calm about this."
The mugger jerks the gun to point at your mother. "Her pearls too!"
Your father, acting on a protective impulse, puts himself between your mother and the gun. The mugger, already on edge, jerks and fires the revolver at your father. He slumped and your mother screamed. This brought the attacker on her and another shot fires off. As you feel your mother's weight fall from your hands, the mugger runs down the alley out of sight. The only thing left behind is his handkerchief on the ground.