DC Universe

Gotham City

Wayne Mansion

"Isn't he beautiful, Thomas" Martha Wayne rejoiced holding her new born son in her arms. The small bundle of joy, her treasure sleeping in her arms.

Thomas Wayne stood by the bed where his wife and new born son resident on. The joy becoming more then he could contain. He had finally become a father and to a son no less.

"I suggest you rest for a while Mrs. Wayne" the Doctor interrupted. "Your still fragile after giving birth. And your son will still be here by the time you wake up"

"Please just for a moment until we give him a name" Martha begged holding her son closely but not to tight to wake him up.

The doctor nodded knowing well that new parents were always to caring and persistent to hold their child. Especially first born.

"Alright but after that I suggest you rest"

"I will make sure she gets her rest Doctor. Thank" Thomas assured.

The doctor nodded before taking his leave.

Martha rejoiced of being able to spent more time with her son. Carefully holding, watching him sleep.

"Anthony"

"Huh?" Thomas looked towards his wife.

"Anthony Thomas Wayne" Martha spoke again but this time a bit more loudly, a bright smile, her eyes glittering with joy. "I want him to carry your name"

Thomas nodded. He thought about naming his son Bruce but Martha has always wanted their son's name to be Anthony. So he accepted the name, it was the name that his beloved wanted and is the name that they were going to name their son. Probably years down the line, they could name their second child Bruce if it was a boy.

But for now he was content with his wife and son.

2 weeks later...

"Thomas! Thomas!" Martha cried running through the halls of the Wayne Mansion.

"Martha?" Thomas was startled by the scream voice that echoed through the halls. "What's wrong?"

"Thomas! He's gone. He's gone. He's not their" Martha cried running to her husband's arms.

"Martha? Whose gone?"

"Anthony! He's gone!" Martha cried even more.

"Master Wayne" Alfred, their butler walked up to them. "Is there something"

Thomas frown. "Alfred, take care of Martha"

Alfred nodded slowing taking Martha into his arms and escort her to her room. Once his wife was out of sight, Thomas ran to his son's room.

Anthony's room had light blue walls, a small dark brown crib in the center of the room surrounded by stuff animals, toys, furniture and the name "Anthony" written on the wall. The room was very colorful yet felt empty as Thomas found the room abandoned. His son wasn't in his crib, the blue blanket that Martha made for their son was gone. Just like their son.

Thomas felt tears falling down his cheeks, the empty feeling filling his hearts. His son was gone. His son Anthony was gone.

That the end of chapter 1. What do you think of the story so far. Just another idea that came to mind.

Please a comment. Should I continue the story or not. You decide.