It was a normal, relatively quiet day in Wayne Manor. Having taken a break from his "work" as Batman Bruce was reading a book in the large and luxurious Wayne Manor library while Alfred was busy with his daily cleaning duties. Bruce heard the doorbell ring and almost simultaneously head Alfred run to answer it. Bruce inadvertently listened to the conversation that took place. After so many years of training eavesdropping had become kind of a reflex for him.

"Hello sir may I help you?"

"Yes, I'm here to see Bruce Wayne."

"Very well sir do you have an appointment?"

The man stared at him blankly

"Is he expecting you sir?"

Bruce smiled from the other room at the others man continued insistence on formality after all these years. Most people would have slipped into a casual way of doing things years ago; but not Alfred he insisted on remaining formal and professional at all times.

"No I do not have an appointment and I can assure he is most certainly not expecting my presence; but I assure you he will want to see me."

"Well sir I am sorry but I can't help you, Master Bruce does not have any free time today. His schedule is absolutely completely full. Thank you very much and have a good day."

Alfred started to close the door but the man stopped him.

"He'll want to see me trust me, you see I'm his uncle. "

That had gotten Bruce's attention and he instantly sat up in his chair. His uncle? How was that possible? He didn't have any blood relatives left as far as he knew. Probably just some scam artist looking for money by claiming to be a long lost relative he thought. Nevertheless I should probably check it out.

Alfred gasped and his face became pale and white.

"You, you get out of this house this instant! Bruce does not need to see you! He hissed.

Alfred started to close the door and the other man began to protest and started arguing with Alfred. Just then Bruce appeared in the hallway acting as if he hadn't heard anything. Bruce went up to the man and shook his hand.

"Hi I'm Bruce Wayne and you are?"

"Oh my God it is you Bruce. You've grown up so much I-Oh my God. I'm Charles Wayne your uncle, your father's brother."

"Uh huh." Bruce said trying to sound completely un-phased and nonchalant even though he was a little freaked out and getting more nervous by the second.

"Please come in." he said as Alfred gave him a death glare.

"What brings you to my home?" he asked

"As I said I'm your uncle. I've come to the city to see you. I was hoping we could reconnect. I've read about you in all the papers."

"Right." Bruce said skeptically. Who was this man and what did he want from him? More importantly how did he get rid of him? Was he dangerous? He decided to go with the direct approach.

"Listen Sir-Charles please- "the man interrupted.

"Charles, I do not know who you are or want you want but I do not have an uncle, in fact all my family members are dead so I would appreciate it very much if you would leave now."

The man looked at Alfred who had entered the room behind Bruce, but he refused to meet the man's gaze.

"You never told him?" the man queried

"Told me what?" Bruce asked confused

What was this man talking about?

"Told me what Alfred?" but Alfred refused to look at him instead he stared down at the floor.

"I really am your uncle Bruce I swear. I can prove it."

He pulled out a picture from his pocket and showed it to Bruce. It was a picture of two boys' but- one of those boys was his father! How was this possible?

"This is me and your father when we were ten years old."

Bruce stared at the picture his mind reeling unable to speak or even think. This was all way too much for him to take in.

Bruce looked at Alfred bewildered and perplexed, searching desperately for an answer.

"Alfred?"

Alfred sighed and hung his head.

Bruce knew from the look on his face that it was all true. He felt as if his entire world had just been turned upside down, as if the ground under his feet had been pulled out from under him.

Bruce looked at the man for a minute. He did have some resemblance to his father. For a minute Bruce just stared at the man unable to speak his mind going a million miles a second to try and comprehend what was going on here.

Finally he spoke. "What-what do you want?"

"Just what I said, to spend some time with you-to reconnect."

"Tell you what. I have some business to handle for the next couple of days but what do you say that we meet for lunch on Wednesday and talk? I will tell you everything you want to know ok? Right now I have to go but I will call to confirm and set up a time for Wednesday ok?"

Bruce couldn't do anything but nod.

"Great. No need to show me the door Alfred I remember where I came in." he smiled.

Alfred just nodded. How was he going to explain this to Bruce? He looked at Bruce and just shook his head. Why did this have to happen? He was hoping to never have to have this conversation with Bruce. He thought for a moment and came up with the perfect way to explain to Bruce everything that was going on.

"Shall we go for a drive?"