At eight, he’d seen homeless people before, but he’d never connected the dots: this was a person, just out on the street. A tattered cardboard sign hung heavily from his neck: Hungry PTSD No family Please helpīruce was scared. The man looked crumpled, his beard long and unkempt, his eyes bagged and bloodshot. Hand wrapped firmly around his son’s shoulder, Thomas Wayne directed his son’s flinching gaze towards a haggard face. That doesn’t change if you look away, Bruce.” My brother (DivineMango) and I (TurnTrout) wrote this first arc of a Batman fanfiction in the summer of 2020.
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