Martha van DerWayne had the gift. The 7th daughter of a 7th daughter she–once turned 16 years old–could foretell the future. At 32, nightmares awoke her. They showed that her grandson would die along with his lovely wife, in a foul alley in a city grown so dark and twisted she could not recognize what the small town of Gotham had become.
A young boy, her great-grandson survived to grow up scarred by the tragedy. Beyond that she could not see his fate. A flurry of wings near her window rattling the panes, the bats that populated the grounds of the estate leaving for their night hunt, had startled her from the dream.
It had quieted outside. She looked up at the full autumn moon shrouded with shreds of clouds. Their upper edges lighted by moonbeams. Turning from the window, she lifted the lamp from her nightstand. The scratch of a long, sulphurous match and it’s yellow glow cast a circle around her as she passed from her room to the smaller one down the hall. Opening the door to Thomas’s room, she felt the sorrow that was to come for her boy. She knew what it was like to lose a son. Thomas’s twin brother, Bruce had died at birth. She closed the door, returned to her bedroom and planned.
She must do something to change what might be… she too would rise by night. She too would hunt. Criminals and denizens of alleys, skulkers and killers beware.
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😀 A little scene for Alpha & Beta based on this photo from Pictures in History.