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When Juliet Wayne was 6 years old she became an older sister. She was left at home with the family butler Alfred while her parents went to the hospital. She wasn't thrilled, but Alfred was able to convince her that being an older sibling was going to be exciting.
By the time Thomas and Martha Wayne returned home with a little baby Bruce, she was all smiles and was estatic to hold her new baby brother. "You have to be gentle with him, sweetheart." Martha whispers to her daughter as she adjusts how she was holding the sleeping baby.
"Why is he so little?" the little girl asks as she stares at her brother curiously.
"He's a baby. He'll grow with time, but he's going to be small for awhile, so you're gonna have to be careful and protect him." the mother tells Juliet softly as she softly kisses her head.
Juliet nods at her words, "I'll protect him, I promise."
When Juliet Wayne was 12 years old, she got a glimpse of the world her father was involved in. Her and a 5, almost 6, year old Bruce were trying to convinve their father for ice cream when a knock echoed at their door.
Alfred opened the door only for 3 men to barge in past the butler and straight to the dinning room where the Wayne children were with their father. "Thomas." a man says with a wince.
Thomas Wayne looks at the man with wide eyes and stood a little strighter, "Carmine. What are you doing here? You can't-"
"He's been shot." another man says cutting him off. "In the shoulder, you need to help patch him up."
"Kids, leave us please." Thomas says as he quickly guides the man to the table and has him lay down on it. Pushing aside any of the placemats and random decor that was on top to the floor.
Alfred was quick to lead Bruce out of the room, while Juliet watched her father quickly inspect the mans wound. "Do you need your bag?" she asks making all the men in the room look her way in surprise, not expecting her to still be there.
Thomas hesitated, but saw that she was staring at the blood on his hands now. "Yes. It's in my office. Be quick."
She wasted no time running up the stairs and grabbing the bag that was next to his desk. Rushing back to the dinning room, she places it on the chair next to him. "What else do you need?"
"Look at that Thomas. Your girls a real go getter." Carmine jokes before wincing from his chuckle.
"Leave us Juliet." Thomas instructs, not looking her way as he shifts through his bag.
She tries to argue, wanting to be helpful like her father, "But-"
"Go! Now Juliet." he demands making her flinch but quickly turns around and leaves her father to pathc up Carmine Falcone on their dinning room table.
At the age of 14, Juliet Wayne's life changed forever. She wanted to go out with her family to see a movie. It was suppose to be something simple. Something fun. But Bruce found the movie boring. Martha listened to her son, and convinced her husband who then convinced their daughter that they should leave early.
If only they didn't.
Juliet was upset with her brother as they walked out of the theater. "There was still an hour left." she complained, crossing her arms.
"I know, and I'll make it up to you." her father tells her, placing his arm over her shoulder as they walk away from the theater.
"Honey? Where did you park the car?" Martha questions as she doesn't see the car along the street.
"The parking lot is through here, around back." Thomas replies as he leads the family through the empty dark alley way near the theater.
But it wasn't empty. "Hands up." a man demands, holding a gun up as he walks out of the shadows.
The four freeze at the sight of the masked man. Thomas holds up his hands as he moves slightly to stand infront of his daughter. Martha hugs her son with fear. "Relax."
"Empty your pockets. Come on." the man tells them. "All of you." he says mosving the gun towards Martha who flinches.
"Okay. Okay. We'll give you want you want, just relax." Thomas tells the man as he reaches in his coat for his wallet and tosses it on the floor. "There."
Martha does the same, tossing her purse. "And you two." the man says looking at the kids with wide crazed eyes.
"They don't have anything." Thomas tells him.
"Bullshit." the man shouts.
"They're just kids. Take our money and leave us." Thomas tells him angrily.
The man glares at him. And with no warning, shoots Thomas Wayne. Martha screams at the gunshot hits her husband in the chest. Juliet clutches to her mother and brother in fear as she stares at her father on the floor.
The masked man turns to Martha and gets closer making her push her children further behind her. He grabs her pearl necklace and pulls it off of her neck. He takes two steps back then shoots her down too.
Juliet was quick to pull her brother into her, shielding his face and their mother falls to the ground. Her eyes were clentched closed for what felt like forever but was probably a minute. It was silent.
Slowly opening her eyes she sees the man was gone. He had taken the wallet, purse, and necklace and left. Her eyes shift to her mother, eyes wide open but no longer alive. She looks to her father, eye closed but not breathing. They were dead.
Thomas and Martha Wayne were dead. And Juliet and Bruce Wayne were now orphans.
Juliet hasn't known a moment of peace since her parents died. The cops constant questioning. The reporters and photographers wouldn't leave the poor children alone. And now, at the funeral... it felt suffocating.
Her brother was clunge to her or Alfred for this whole ordeal. Juliet didn't know what to feel. Shock. Heartbroken. Lost. Sad. Anger. It all swirled together. So many people came to the funeral for the mayor elect Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha Wayne. So many people who pretended to know her.
She told Alfred she would be okay to talk to people as they gave her their condolences while he took care of Bruce who started crying. She didn't recognize anyone. Faces and names blurred together. Their were a few vague people she knew from visiting her father at work, but they didn't pretend with her, by giving her long winded stories like many others did.
She didn't recognize any of the liars and aristocrates who talked to her. Until one man walked up to her. "I'm sorry for your loss Juliet." Carmine says to her.
Juliet looks at him, "Thank you... You were the man my dad helped." she tells him, the memory of him coming to mind.
He gives her a smirk, "You have a good memory." he praises.
She gives a small smile, "Thanks... I don't remember your name, sorry."
He just shakes his head, "No worries. I didn't introduce myself last we met. Carmine Falcone." he says holding out his hand. She shakes his hand lightly, staring at him curiously. "Now, Juliet. I have a son and daughter around your age, and it breaks my heart to see you alone like this. So if you need anything, anything at all you let me know and I'll help you." he tells her handing her his card.
There was no description on it. No job title, or business. Just his name and a number. Not a business card she's ever seen like this before. "Thank you Mr. Falcone."
He gives her a smile and lightly ruffles her hair, "Call me Carmine."