Citizens in Gotham flock to the popular and well-known like bees to a queen. They seek the organization of a hive, they need rules--an establishment. Attracted to power and fame like worker bees. It only took an hour for the News Stations to find out where Thomas said the family since he made the announcement. So, by the time the movie would be over, the cameras would all be staring at them, with their eyes, twisting and turning for closeup shots. And it took them even less time to cover every exit. A young camerman, bold, arrived on scene and captured the agony of a newly orphaned boy with reflex and a button. His face looking horrified as he looked ready to cry any minute, but his body only granted him frantic breathing. The camera captured the pearl necklace--broken--at his rainlogged shoes, and the bloodied hands he had from touching their impact wounds. " Oh my God, are you alright? " Was the only thing this photographer could think to say. Foolish questions with obvious answers. Bruce shook his head. There was no easy answer to explain a tragedy like this, to help calm him. He assumed it must be like having to break yoir own arm and hearing the bones crack. He walked by and put his arm around the boy and lead him out to the front of the building where he was swarmed with seemingly millions of people peering down at him and lights flashing so much he could barely see. His breathing got worse and worse. Cops had already been called to keep the mobs off the Waynes when they left the theater, they never imagined they would be hauling away their bodies. Reporters who had no sense of integrity or had a washed -up sense of morality, bugged him with questions about what this meant for Wayne Enterprises and seperating him from the cameraman.