Yen Sid shook his head sadly, "No...his story is much more tragic than simply that." Yen Sid sighed as he called forth a large mirror and hovered it in front of the boys.<br/><br/>It began to show a young dark haired boy of scarcely ten years old. The boy was leaving a movie theater and playing as if he was swordfighting while his obviously wealthy parents walked behind him.<br/><br/>A mugger brandished a gun in Thomas and Martha Wayne's faces, shooting the father dead when the wallet was handed over..and tearing Martha's pearl necklace and causing the beads to scatter into puddles of rain. The man ran off as Bruce fell to his knees in horror.<br/><br/>"I know the rage that drives you," A voice said as the scene changed, "That impossible anger strangling the grief." They were shown Bruce training, as he'd mentioned, in every science, fighting style, and deduction methods in the world before returning home to a kindly butler named Alfred and a large mansion.<br/><br/>Bruce was shown sitting in a lounge chair and deliriously talking under his breath to a bust of his father. "Twelve years. And the ache is still fresh. Like a raw angry nerve. But this isn't about healing. I'm not looking for closure."<br/><br/>"I've tried to be patient. I've tried to wait. But I have to know. How, Father? How do I do it? What do I use to make them afraid? If I ring the bell, Alfred will come. Another of your gifts, Father. But I'd rather die than wait another hour. I've already waited 18 years. Eighteen years since all sense left my life."<br/><br/>A bat crashed through the window and landed on his father's bust, Bruce smiled as the 'flashback' ended.