Oliver's gaze swept out over the Gotham skyline. From up here the city looked almost peaceful. The blare of sirens told the real story of this city though, Constant crime, corrupt police force, Politicians that had been bought by organized crime years ago. Gotham City needed to be saved. Gotham City needed a guardian angel.
Years ago he had come here as a boy. One night he went out with his best friend Bruce Wayne and his family. The entire family had been shot down on the way home from the movie they had gone to see. Oliver had been devastated by his friend's death and had left Gotham. He traveled the world looking for a way to fill the gapping hole he felt was inside of him.
Oliver shifted the quiver that was on his back as he pulled the cowl over his face. Oliver had found the answer to his aching heart. He studied and trained and then fashioned an identity for himself. With a bow and the skills he had honed to perfection, he would strike fear into the criminals hearts and make sure no one else had to endure the pain he had.
Years ago he had come here as a boy. One night he went out with his best friend Bruce Wayne and his family. The entire family had been shot down on the way home from the movie they had gone to see. Oliver had been devastated by his friend's death and had left Gotham. He traveled the world looking for a way to fill the gapping hole he felt was inside of him.
Oliver shifted the quiver that was on his back as he pulled the cowl over his face. Oliver had found the answer to his aching heart. He studied and trained and then fashioned an identity for himself. With a bow and the skills he had honed to perfection, he would strike fear into the criminals hearts and make sure no one else had to endure the pain he had.
Batman was born.
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