A very young Kate Kane is riding her bike down a suburban street, racing against her twin sister Beth. They’re both peddling frantically, determined expressions on their faces. They’re both wearing T-shirts and shorts, neither is wearing any cycling safety equipment. The sun is setting.
CAP (Kate): I was six years old.
CAP: The bikes were a Christmas present.
CAP: Not from Santa, Dad didn’t believe in any of that.
Suddenly a cat streaks out across the road in front of Kate’s bike. She slams on the brakes, screaming.
CAP: The first thing I remember is the cat.
Young Kate sits in the road, nursing a scraped and bleeding leg. There are more bruises and scratches on her arms and face. The bike is on its side behind her. She’s screeching her lungs out like kids do when they come off their bikes.
Jake (off-panel): Kate.
A long shadow falls on young Kate and she stops crying to look up. We can’t see him, but the shadow comes from Kate’s father, Jake Kane. We can see Kate’s sister sitting on her own bike nearby, watching. Her mouth is a big 'O'.
Jake: Get up, Kate.
CAP: This is my earliest memory.
Present day. A dark and storm-lashed Gotham City rooftop. Batwoman lies bruised and bloodied following a particularly brutal encounter with Bane. She’s trying to pick herself up.
Jake (off-panel): Get up, Kate.
CAP: And it pretty much set a precedent…
Jake helps his daughter to her feet. Bane lies nearby, unconscious: beaten.
Jake: You did it. I knew you could. I knew you could beat him.
CAP: Back then, he always made me stand up on my own.
CAP: Nowadays... sometimes he actually gives me a helping hand.