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Someone is killing the millionaires of Gotham and they are all going out with a smile on their faces. yet, The Joker is locked up safe and sound and Batman fears a copycat, especially since Bruce Wayne is next on the list.
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Bruce Wayne looked down at the fallen bodies of his parents, his heart threatening to break through his chest. The killer was gone, disappearing back into the shadows that he'd appeared from. A crowd had already started to form, the onlookers not sure what exactly to do with him.
A slender woman broke from the crowd and knelt before him, stroking the tears from his eyes with a gentle hand. Bruce hopelessly looked at her, uncertain, heartbroken. Then she softly murmured,
"You killed them, Bruce, just as certain as if you'd pulled the trigger."
"But I'm just a little boy," Bruce protested, taking a step from the woman.
"You wanted to come to this movie, didn't you? It's your fault, Bruce, you killed them. You're not a little boy, Bruce, you're a bat out of hell." The woman's face changed before his eyes into that of a grinning skull and Bruce could take it no more.