The wind blew my cape about me. It fluttered as a flag in the dark sky. A flag of protection.
On my high perch, the city of Gotham spread before me. Its twinkling lights dared to challenge heaven's stars. I haven't always done this, shielding the metropolis from calamity. Once, I had been a normal citizen. But I hadn't a carefree life. My family is from the richest of class, but life turned me out the poorest.
This isn't where my story begins, but this is how it takes flight.
One dark stormy night, a girl stood in an alley, bidding a grieved goodbye to her parents, Keith and Anne.
"Go Emma, hurry!" Her father said.
"Dad, no! I'm staying with you!" The teen protested. Her voice rang through the dark alley and broke the quiet stillness of the summer night.
"It's okay, honey." Said Emma's mother. "We'll be alright." She gently cradled her daughter's face in her own worn hands.
Emma gazed into her mother's eyes and grasped her father's arm. She memorized her parent's features. Her father was tall and handsome. Gray, too early for his young age, streaked his dark brown hair.
Her mother's beautiful face had aged beyond her years, and her blonde hair had lost its shine.
"Mom, I'm not leaving you," Emma said. "We're a family, and families stick together, forever."
"Oh, Emma." Her mother said, tears suddenly forming in her crystal blue eyes. She hugged her daughter.
"It's time, Emma." Her father said.
"Don't forget Emma, God will always be watching over you." Her mother said. "Goodbye, baby."
"Will I ever see you two again?" Emma asked tearfully.
"Remember, a goodbye is never forever." Said her father. "Find my cousin, then come back for us. We'll be alright."
"Okay, Dad," Emma sobbed. She turned and ran down the alley, and her parents went the other way.
Emma crept through the shady street. Car tires screeched, and a gray sedan skidded to block the lonely alley. Emma slunk into the shadows. Two men in dark suits stepped out.
They held guns. Emma gasped. She fumbled for her cell phone.