Elyssa Wayne sat on her bed in Wayne Manor, tired from her day, just classes at Gotham University and four hours at the police station. She was highly intelligent for a 16 year old, graduating from high school two years early and at the top of her class in college. She had helped Gordon analyze some of the most recent arrests, to help him get confessions out of them. No school tomorrow, but there was a business meeting at Wayne Enterprises, even though they wouldn't give her control. She was more competent than some of the people who ran the company itself and it frustrated her that they thought her too young and naïve. She was accomplished, pretty, intelligent, she had everything, everything but one thing…her brother. Bruce Wayne had left 7 years ago, leaving her with everything and in their butler, Alfred Pennyworth's care. She missed him, wondering where he was every day, hoping he'd come home soon. Even though Alfred had him declared dead, she knew he was alive. She hadn't heard from him at all, not once since he left. The huge lack of communication disappointed and worried her, but she doubted her was dead. It was Bruce; he was tough and didn't go down without a fight. Now Alfred was all she had left and he loved her like a daughter.
He lightly knocked on her bedroom door and, upon hearing no answer, he entered finding her fast asleep at the foot of her bed. He smiled to himself as he walked over to her. He peeled back the covers and lifted her from where she slept, as she was light enough to carry, placing her down with her head on the pillow, careful not to wake her. He gently tucked her in as he used to when she was younger. Her usually tired face was calm and serene, the faint traces of a smile played upon her lips. She was beautiful, like her mother, but she was definitely a mix between her lovely mother and her handsome father. She was only two years old when the Waynes were murdered and Bruce was 10 years her senior. Alfred, who raised both the Wayne children, treated them as his own, especially Elyssa, since he had basically raised from baby into her teen years and young womanhood. He brushed some stray strands of her straight dark-brown hair from her face, "Goodnight Lyss, sleep well," he said quietly, giving her a kiss on the forehead. He made his way out of the room, silently closing the door behind him. About an hour later, the phone rang in Wayne Manor. Alfred picked it up, "Hello, this is the Wayne residence, how may I help you?" "Hey Alfred, it's Bruce."
