A five year old Russell Madison meets up with an eight year Bruce Wayne in Gotham.
Please note this little series and Whisper meets Red Robin will connect. Thanks in advance
"But daddy! I don't wanna go to Gotham, there nothing for me to do there. Let me go!" Holding on to his son tightly, Jared Madison made sure not to give in to his son's strong grip. The sharply dressed in designer shoes, fedora and suit made sure his son's tuxedo and shoes stays clean. "I wanna stay in Peyote!" Becoming a little annoyed by his behavior, the up and coming business man, bribed Russell while waving for a taxi cab under one of many palm trees in the largely populated city.
"Son, I promise you, you will be good friends with Thomas' kid; he's around your age so I'm sure you two will have something to bond over something while daddy takes care of business." A green taxi cab pulled over for the men, the widower let go of his and told him to get in. Russell refused by crossing his arms and pouted with cheeks puffed, "Russell, I'll tell you again, this business is not for me; but for you and your future. I want you to have it one day." This caught the missing tooth, freckle boy's attention and got in quickly, the father followed suit.
"Young Master Bruce, have you done your homework yet?" Inside Wayne's Manor in Gotham City house to Thomas and Martha Wayne along with their eight year son, Bruce and loyal English butler Alfred Pennyworth. Of which right the young man is not doing his studies but watching his favorite television show, The Gray Ghost. "Sir, are you watching the tele again?" In the steady pace the butler came walking in Bruce's room, hearing Alfred's footsteps; the young boy shut the tv off, quickly pulled his academic books on the bed, and started to 'read'.
"No Alfred!" Shouting back to his butler, "just doing some homework." Alfred walked in the room with freshly made homemade soup placing it down on the bedpost and placed a hand on the warm television. The servant raised his eyebrow to Bruce. "I started doing my homework then it was time for the Gray Ghost, promise." Folding his arms the butler was not amuse.
"Master Bruce, the reason why I came here is to you that your father is going to have a business talk with Mr. Jared Madison who happens to have a son about your age." Listening in closely the homeschool boy eyes lid up with excitement. Hoping it will be somebody he will bond and play with.
"Now, let me get you dressed up for two of you to meet."
Inside the taxi cab the father and son chatted about the business. "Russell, ever since your mother died giving birth to you, I promise to take care you." Seeing the sun setting, the boy sigh as well the father thinking nothing is getting through his son. So he reached in his pocket, taking out a Trojan Tiger wrestler action figure. Looking at it withthe corner of his eyes, Russell spotted the action figure which Jared hand over happily so the young fan can play with to keep his mind occupy.
"Tojan Tiga!" Laughing at his son, the father correct the young boy by pronouncing properly due to Russell not always being able to say his r's. "Can we go to a westling match and watch him beat up the bad guys?" The long bearded elder taxi cab driver is slightly annoyed, but it didn't let get to him as he hummed there way to Gotham. "Daddy, daddy! One day I am gonna beat up bad guys and put them in the Tigre Bomba!" Moving his arms and legs around like a windmill, the young fan is moving so wildly Russell kicked the cab driver from behind.
"Russell!" Yelled Jarred at his wild son, grabbing his arm tightly with both the father and cab driving sighing heavily with the green eyes boy looking innocent by starting to cry. "I, I love you." Taking the toy back, the father mimic the luchadore to keep Russell entertain for the rest of the trip with everyone left smiling happily.
"Master Thomas. Master Bruce, is all dressed sir. I will go and get the car." With the loyal butler off to do so the young future heir of Wayne Enterprise one day, seek out his father who is waiting already by the front door all dapper up with his hands in pocket, looking out at the sunset.
"Dad," Young Bruce said in a meek concern voice, "why do we help others that we don't know?" Turning around, the surgeon looked at his sincere boy by taking a long deep look at him. Getting down on his knees, and placed his hand on Bruce's shoulder.
"You can make a differences in somebody's life and that person can reward you in a way you can't find words to say thank you." Hearing those words is something the young man made sure it is something he kept in the back of his mind. With Alfred pulling up to the driveway and out the car to open the doors for the gentlemen to get in. The thick mustache father held his son's hand to walk out the front door.
"Now son, what does the read?" Pointing to the sign, Jared encourage his son on reading it. Quickly looking out the door window, Russell pointed to it with a big toothless smile on his face lid up even more.
"Welcome, to Go, Go, Gotham City!" Proudly reading the welcoming, Russell is distracted by the new scenes. Jared look at the masked wrestling figure. "Daddy, will I be friends with him?" Referring to Bruce Wayne, Jarred looked at the building of their arrival which the cab driver stopped at the red light, a block away from the location.
"Son, you're a very social bright young man," putting away the action figure back in his pocket, "you could make friends with the mayor of Peyote and I bet with TrojanTiger too." Laughing at his own joke the thick full beard and hair father noticed his one of his son's shoe was untie and laced it up for him with the light changing back to green. "Just remember son, you can change somebody's life without knowing it. You have a special gift to unite people with your words."
On the other side of the road were the Wayne's the company arrived at their location with the butler exciting the car after parking it to open it for the father and son. With the two out of the car, the three men waited patiently for their guest to arrive to discuses business plans. Seeing the taxi cab pulling in closer, Thomas waved his arm to notion the location; Jared did tell the cab to pull over here and told his son to get off while he pays the fee. Russell noticed Bruce right away and vice virsa with the younger boy greeted the older boy as both fathers greeted each other with the cab driven away.
"Nice to finally meet you in person Mr. Wayne, here is my boy I was telling you about, Russell." The young lad put out for Dr. Wayne for the shake hands with. Russell toothless smile with a adorable freckle face shook hands with Thomas.
"Good to meet you young Russell. Mr. Madison here is my son I have told you about, Bruce. Bruce if you may." Nodding, the young timid boy greeted his hopeful new friend. The social one happily introduced himself eagerly with the butler watching by the car. "and right there is my butler, Alfred Pennyworth; he will be watching our boys while we take care of business."
"Come along now gentlemen, I will make some spaghetti and asparagus for dinner. And for dessert we will have some fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies with warm milk." Russell looked up and asked if is cow milk. The butler nod it was letting the boys in the car.
"Mr. Pennyworth, I'm a vegetarian like my daddy we drink soy milk." Pronouncing the k's heavily spit sprayed out of gap from his mouth. "Momma was too, she told daddy there was no need to harm animals if they didn't harm harmed us." Bruce watch on how mature and well spoken the young Russell is with Alfred putting their seat belts on and shutting the door for the boys heading back to Wayne Manor with Jared and Thomas entering Wayne Enterprise.
The firecracker noticed how shy and timid Bruce is so Russell decided to break the ice so the trip back to the mansion won't be so boring, "So Bruce! You like luchalibre?" Shaking his head no due to never hearing of it. This surprised the young fan so he explain it to him including his favorite luchadore, "his name his Trojan Tiger, he's a Mexican high-flyer that wears a white tiger mask who gets on the top rope, and and and and does the Tigre Bomba with his legs wrapped around the guys neck hitting the mat for the win! It's soooooo cool, Bruce! You have to see him!"
This caught the billionaire's attention with all hand and leg motion the young fan was doing inside the car, "He sounds like the Gray Ghost, but What does, 'Tigre Bomba' mean?" Settling down, the bilingual child explain that was Spanish for, Tiger bomb and he learns the language by watching Ratoncito Miguel; a bilingual children's problem. Then asked who's the Gray Ghost.
Bruce explained to his new friend on who is favorite masked man.
"You know Russell, I like you a lot more than Roman Sionis. You're much more fun to be with." Happy to hear this, Russell gave Bruce a giant hug in which the two embrace it. Alfred is watching this as he pulled in the drive way, parking the car as the two let go. "I hope we can be friends forever." The new friends unbuckle their seats and waited for the door to be open by the babysitter with jointing out like lighting.
Racing to the door the two boys laugh having gay time with the butler following behind with key in hand letting the new friends bolted in Wayne Manor and quickly up the stairs to Bruce's room. This left Alfred to go to the kitchen to prepare the meal. "Haha, I beat you Brucey!" With the two panting heavily and tackle the older boy like in wrestling, which can be heard downstairs. Russell bounced up and down on the bed like it was a wrestling mat. "Watch this!"
Still on the floor recovering from the tackle, Bruce quickly looked up at Russell reckless behavior and jumped off the bed. Quickly trying to catch his new friend, Thomas son's tried to catch his new friend, didn't get up in time. Crack, crack just like bubble wrap. "Waaaah!" Alfred immediately stopped his cooking and stormed as quickly as he could to where the two boys are at.
"Wot has happen here?" Picking up his glasses in which is sliding of his nose, butler is far from pleased hearing Russell crying in pain, Bruce is order by Alfred to get a bag of ice at once. Being quick, the young man came back quickly down and up the stairs placed the right on wannabe wrestler's shoulder who is crying louder.