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Bruce had a wide smile on his face as he held his parents hand’s while they walked away from the theater to return to their peaceful manor, when a figure appeared in front of them. The figure was covered in shadows with a slight glow to his big yellow eyes, he seemed to be hunching down based on how his legs were seemingly bent, though even that he would have most likely been short either way, though what stood out most was the gun pointed.
“G-give m-me e-every-everything you h-have o-or- or I’ll s-shoot” the figure told them his figure shaking like crazy, he sounded young probably the same age as Bruce.
Bruce’s father, Thomas Wayne sighed as he slowly came closer holding his hands up, “Now lad why don’t you-”
“No! D-dont come a-any closer” The figure said as his breathing rate increased, Bruce realized he most likely had asthma while his mother brought Bruce to hide behind her, the figure’s glowing eyes widening for a second before pointing the gun to Bruce’s father, “I-I k-know how to shot”
“I know you’re scared-”
“I’m not j-just give me everything o-or I w-will shoot” the kid cut off Thomas, it was very clear that he was in fact very scared.
Thomas gave a small nod to Martha who took off her pearls and held them in her hand as she made a step closer to the child mugger as Bruce pulled her back.
“No mama don’t” Bruce begged her, he knew how much she loved her pearls, he couldn’t stand to see her letting them go to a criminal.
“It’s okay Bruce” Martha told him gently ruffling his hair with a soft smile before turning to give the child the pearls. She held back a gasp when she got closer to him, it was obvious to Bruce- but he didn’t know why.
Martha begun to hand the child the pearls before he dropped the gun and held onto her tightly as he begun to cry, something flicking behind him as he cried out into her chest, with her rubbing the back of his head and his back gently and smoothly, with Thomas quickly taking the gun from the floor. After about a minute or so of the boy crying into Martha’s chest the two gave a nod to each other seemingly having the same idea of what to do.
“Hey let’s get you cleaned and patched up, okay?” Martha told the child gently as she caressed his cheek with a smile, before they whispered something into her ear nervously, “it’s alright dear, we won’t hurt you” she told him with a gentle smile before standing still holding him.
Thomas gave the nod to signal Bruce it was alright to follow as they began back the walk to the manor. As they walked they once again stood in the light of the city even while taking mostly back routes… Bruce thought it was odd until he saw the child.
A demon.
It had red skin and horns that were black and white with short white hair and the thing that flicked was a tail. He seemed to be dirty and had some kind of black substance on different parts of his body that seemed to have the same texture and look (besides being black) of blood.
Bruce had to hold back his own gasp as his father gently placed a hand on his back, trying to tell him without any words that it’ll be alright.
Bruce didn’t know if it would be alright.
After about a hour or two later they had made it back to the manor, with Martha and the child going up stairs to one of the spare bathrooms as she held him closely- which didn’t help how Bruce was feeling neither when he saw his father inspecting the gun as he went to his study which left Bruce alone, as Thomas had given their butler Alfred a much needed vacation. Bruce sighed before heading to one of their many libraries to see if there was anything about demons… the more accurate to describing them as to how the one looked the better. Bruce quietly read away at a book he found- the only one with any demon information which he could only hope had some truth.
Imps, there were little red demons who only wanted to cause pain. Which made Bruce even more concerned, slowly he had snuck up where his mother was bathing the imp with him peeking through the door, just to make sure everything was actually okay. When he did he saw the imp in the tub with his mother facing the imp while the imp stared directly at him with his wet short hair sticking to his face.
Bruce quickly but quietly closed the door and forcibly pushed down all the worries- though he still didn’t trust the imp, but it was getting late so he decided to go ahead and get ready for bed with him falling asleep.
He had a nightmare that night.
It was of the imp, and instead of being scared he felt nothing and had killed Bruce’s parents in cold blood with the gun, his mother’s pearls being scattered over the floor covered in blood with Bruce being the only one to stand.
Why did the nightmare have to be so true to the night only a few years later?
Bruce awoke that morning with a gasp, a layer of sweat covering his skin as he quickly got dressed in his clothes before running down the stairs, perhaps it was just a bad dream! The whole thing with the demon was a dream and there would just be him and his parents!
He had to hold back another gasp when he saw the demon sitting at the table, quietly staring at him before nervously looking away. Bruce tried to act as if everything was normal with him sitting in his regular seat which happened to be directly across from the demon.
“Ah Bruce, this is Moxxie he’s going to be staying with us from now on” Thomas told Bruce with a gentle smile as he saw Bruce staring at… Moxxie placing a hand behind the demons chair.
“H-hi” The demon had a small smile and gentle wave as he looked at Bruce.
Bruce just let out a huff from his nose before he begun to eat.