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To Beatrice,
Bruce Wayne’s parents were murdered in an alleyway
Your home went up in flames
Like my love for you, those flames refused to go out.
As with all tales of the Baudelaire orphans, this is not a simple one. Their lives from the deaths of their parents until now have been full of nothing but death, trauma, deception, and the lingering obsession for them held by a man known as Count Olaf. Although, this is not the name you will meet him by, dear reader.
Count Olaf was a selfish man, driven by his own greed and need for revenge. Here, revenge doesn’t just mean a personal vendetta or a score that needs to be settled. Instead, in regards to the Baudelaire orphans, the words mean ‘I suspect your mother murdered my parents! As such, I will be the main suspect in the death of your own parents! Alongside dedicating my life to ruining yours and obtaining you into my possession!’ It was safe to say Count Olaf was not a pleasant man. It was also safe to say that the Baudelaires were part of a pattern of the man’s fascination with rich orphans. Two thirds of the Quagmire triplets and fellow orphans, Isadora and Duncan had been kidnapped by Count Olaf from Prufrock Preparatory School. This leaving the Baudelaire orphans hopeless once more with no friends and an ever growing mystery.
For you see, Klaus, Sunny, and Violet were intelligent children - kind ones too that certainly didn’t deserve even an ounce of the horrors they were forced to endure. It seemed that, at every turn, their lives spiralled more and more into a never-ending tragedy. One of their former guardians was set on capturing them, two others were dead, and the final two had never truly been guardians in the first place.
And it was all this tragedy that led to the Baudelaire orphans standing outside of Gotham train station, waiting for their newest guardian and hoping, for once, that they may finally be safe.
This, dear reader, is what some may call irony. Gotham was a city renowned for its crime rate and peculiar nightlife. Women made of plants and men acting like even more nightmarish clowns did their best to cause terror on the streets, whilst a man seemingly trying to masquerade as a bat and his army of so-called birds did battle to stop them. For these were criminals neither the Gotham police department nor the Volunteer Fire Department found themselves capable of handling.
The mystery of Batman is one the Baudelaire orphans would come to know well. Once more, the tragic trio find themselves engulfed in a tale of deceit, bravery, secret organisations, and perhaps for the first time, a chance for a happy ending.
Until now, very few good things have happened in the lives of Klaus, Sunny, and Violet Baudelaire. Very few expected the city of Gotham to be the place that changed it.
It is my task and burden to record the tales of the Baudelaires’ lives. You, dear reader, hold no such burden. Still, if knowledge of their previous tragedies does not dissuade you or convince you to seek out something happier, then I say; read on .