Hi guys, another new story which is inspired after the finale episode. I don't know what the directors of the show will do with this "copy Bruce", but I made my own spin on it. Enjoy:D


Chapter 1: Prologue

Fourteen years earlier…

"Sir, your wife is in labor!" Alfred Pennyworth bellows through the phone as he stands outside the hospital and makes a phone call to his boss.

A half an hour earlier Mrs. Wayne came to the family butler and told him her water broke and they had to go the hospital, asap. Alfred took her in the car and raced as fast as he could, and the speed limit allowed, to the hospital.

The doctors took Martha with them in a separate room, and Alfred knew he had to phone her husband. Mr. Wayne told the family butler to get back inside and stay with her until he would get there.

Alfred promised he would do that, but when he tried to get inside of the room, nurses push him back and tell him to wait outside. All they could say for now was that there are some labor complications.

The butler keeps trooping up and down the waiting room, worriedly. He can't understand why it all can change so fast. Mrs. Wayne had no troubles during her pregnancy at all. Well, except for that the time the doctor thought he heard two heartbeats instead of one, but after another thoroughly search with the ultra sound, the doctor could only find one baby so he figured it maybe was either the echo of her own heartbeat or the baby's. But you wouldn't call that a complication, right?

Alfred jerks around when the door opens and a nurse rushes outside with a small bundle in her arms. She looks at the waiting butler and mouths; "I'm sorry, I- and the young woman rushes off, leaving him behind and more worried than before.

Inside, Martha screams as the doctors tell her gently to push harder. Alfred frowns. Was it possible Mrs. Wayne carried a twin all this time? Alfred wants to peek through the doors window but then his phone vibrates and he rushes outside the hospital to pick it up.

"I'm sorry, Alfred, you have to stay with her a while longer!" Mr. Wayne says as soon the butler picked up. "There's a road block so I have to find another route. Is everything fine so far?"

Alfred swallows. He can't tell his boss about the complications, right? He's stuck in traffic and make him worried could make the man unpredictable and maybe even ignore a few speeding limits.

"Everything is fine, Sir," Alfred lies as he tries to keep his voice sound steady and believable. "The doctors are with her now, and she's doing fine. Mrs. and the baby are going to be fine."

Mr. Wayne sighs relieved at the other end of the line, and Alfred makes the man promise to drive safely. He would stay with Mrs. Wayne so there was no rush. They hang up and Alfred sprints back inside, just in time to see a doctor coming outside the room.

"She's really exhausted, but both mom and the baby do fine!" the doctor smiles gently. "We gave her something to relax but you are allowed to see her."

Alfred sighs relieved when he hears the good news. The butler nods a smile and then scurries into the room and finds a sleeping Mrs. Wayne and baby boy. The young woman he saw earlier gives Mrs. Wayne a new pack of fresh blood. Obviously she lost a lot during the labor.

The young walks out the room, and the butler sits down beside the bed, staring at the little boy on Mrs. Wayne's chest. Alfred can't help notice the little boy looks smaller than he had imagined, and not to mention, fragile.

Then, the baby opens his tiny mouth into a yawn and his tiny eyes open. They are brown, just like his dad's. He also has some wet, sticky black hair. Alfred can't help himself and reaches his big hand to the little boy's face.

"Hey there, laddie," Alfred chuckles, and then Mrs. Wayne opens her eyes, smiling at her family butler. "I'm sorry, Mrs. I didn't want to startle you."

Martha chuckles; "It's fine, Alfred." Then her eyes scope through the room as she tries to find her husband. "Well, I guess you are the first one to meet Bruce Wayne."

"Mr. Wayne is stuck in traffic, but I'm sure he will be here soon," Alfred replies with a smile and then stares at the ground. Then, Mrs. Wayne takes her little son in both arms and gently moves to the side of the bed, holding the baby out to Alfred.

"Do you want to hold him?"

"Well, I-I…" Alfred stutters anxiously, but the woman simply smiles and wraps her baby into her butler's arms. Alfred looks down at the tiny bundle in his arms, and he feels his eyes become watery as the little boy stares up to him. "Hello, Bruce Wayne."


Present

"There is a secret council, Alfred. A secret council that rules Gotham from the shadows. We are so close, Alfred, so close to find out the ultimate truth."

Those words keep ringing over and over through Alfred's head ever since Bruce escaped from the asylum. He tried to plead with his eyes at the young cat-girl beside his young master to side with him and try to get this crazy idea from the boy's head. But no, instead she said; "Hey, don't look at me."

All Alfred could do was sigh deeply as he realized he was not going to win another argument and turned around to walk to the car. He even offered Selina a lift.

Meanwhile, at a different part of Gotham, a busload of the asylum escapees yelled for help. A homeless woman hears them scream, and as she feels sorry for them, and not knowing who they really are, she opens the emergency door.

Shocked at what she just had done, the woman backs away as a reptile like claw opens the doors further. Moans, screams and laughter echoed through the streets as she sinks to the ground in horror.

Then, a young boy around the age of fourteen walks into her view and then turns around slowly. He zooms his face closer toward hers, and smiles; "Thank you." Then the boy turns around and follows the other escapees as they start to roam the city.

Alfred and Bruce return back to Wayne Manor and even once inside, the butler tried to persuade Bruce to start living a normal life, but instead the young boy disappeared into the cave and searched for leads or clues to this secret council on his dad's computer.

Now, days later, Bruce still hadn't found anything and Alfred was quite happy with it. Maybe he would give up when he realizes Hugo Strange might have said those things to get the suspicion off of him.

Selina walks into the study through the entrance she always uses and finds Bruce behind his dad's desk, searching through very old newspapers and his parents murder files. "So, you really are going through with this, are you?" Selina flops down onto one of the leather couches and pulls her feet up onto the coffee table. "I was kinda expecting to find you chained to your bed."

"Yeah, Alfred mentioned he would do that instead of the Switzerland plan." Bruce looks up from the newspaper and sees Selina's confused frown. "Too much snowfall these months. Our chalet is unreachable."

Selina shrugs and finds Bruce's barely touched breakfast onto the desk with him. The girl jumps up to her feet and sprints over, sitting down onto the edge of the desk and starts eating it.

"So, what did you find?"

"So far nothing," Bruce grunts as he rubs his face tiredly. "I should have known secret council stuff can't be found in newspapers, but I thought I could at least find a slight hint."

Selina shrugs again as she gulps down Bruce's orange juice and wolfs down onto the bacon. Bruce rises to his feet and starts trooping up and down the study, toying with a book. Just like weeks ago, Bruce debates with himself if he should show her the cave or not.

The young girl wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket and turns her head, watching her friend pace up and down the room. "What's with that book?" Bruce turns around alarmed and then frowns. Selina points at the book in his hand; "It's the same one you've had since last time."

"It's nothing," Bruce replies quickly and drops the book onto the coffee table as he walks back to his friend. "I assume you couldn't find any leads on the streets either?"

Selina shakes her head shortly, and her brown curls bounce slightly. Then, she slides off the table and lingers back to the couch as Bruce sits back behind the desk and starts stacking the old newspaper.

Soft footsteps through the hallway indicates Alfred is coming over and soon he walks through the door. He's slightly surprised to see Selina. He wasn't expecting to see her for months, because she always had the habit of staying away for a long period of time.

Then, eyeing the empty breakfast plate on the desk; "I see you've had your breakfast."

"No, Selina ate it," Bruce replies absently since his nose is already buried back into an old file. Alfred looks over at Selina who grins back, wildly. Alfred sighs tiredly; "Well, is there anything else I can do then?"

"No Alfred, I'm fine," Bruce replies as his butler strolls slowly to the desk and picks up a few newspapers. Behind them, Selina eyes the book on the coffee table, curiously. Stealing glances at the two men across the room, the girl picks it up and starts flipping through the pages.

Then she finds the hidden cover, including the secret remote. "What's this?" Selina asks with a frown and holds the remote up, showing it to Alfred and Bruce as they turn around to see. Their eyes grow in shock.

"Selina, I-It's nothing…" Bruce stutters and wants to rush over to his friend but before they even could blink, the room starts to fill with classical music, and Selina moans sadly. But then there's a rumbling sound, and the two men bury their faces in their hands as Selina scopes her eyes through the room to find the source of the noise. That's when she sees the fireplace, moving back into the wall.

Her mouth drops open, agape. "What the F*


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