Thomas had awakened early and retreated to his hidden cave behind the fireplace, he'd felt a calling each time he got consumed in his work, his mission to clean up Gotham.
He hadn't told Martha or his young son Bruce what he'd been doing, all his family knew was he needed alone time, the door securely locked for extra insurance.
Thomas sighed as he lowered the case file he'd been reading, he hated lying to them, not even his butler Alfred knew his secret, and it would put everyone in danger.
So far the family had been lucky, not one attempt to discover the alter ego had been made, his wife and son remained safe, as long as he kept his little hobby a secret.
Thomas had many secrets, secrets he hoped Bruce would never discover, his son was only twelve years old, the boy was far too young to live his life in fear.
File after file was littered around the work desk, most completed and solved cases, no one knew Thomas Wayne was the hero of Gotham, he worked behind the scenes.
"Thomas!" came Martha's cry, a loud knock on the door followed "Come down for breakfast."
Thomas smiled as he packed to leave his other life, he had a family as Thomas and his alter ego was a solo act.
The man coded the lock and hid the entrance behind the closing fire place. "Smells great, honey!"
Martha smiles, her blonde, curly hair behind her right ear "Well, Alfred is the best."
Alfred bows "Why thank you Madame, you're most kind."
Thomas looks to his son's empty seat "Where's Bruce?"
"I believe the young master said he was going to school early to finish up a project, Sir." Answers Alfred as he sets a plate of freshly cooked scrambled eggs and bacon on the table.
Thomas nods and takes his seat; Bruce could sure get into his school work
"Have Bruce phone the moment he gets home, Alfred." States Martha as she takes a sip of her creamed coffee "I worry for his safety."
"Relax Martha, Bruce is a smart kid, we taught him well." Beams Thomas as he scoops the entire plate into his mouth "Time to get going; I'll see you later tonight my dear."
Martha smiles as her husband kisses her forehead goodbye "Have a great day dear, be safe." She'd soon be leaving herself
Thomas chuckled, his finger twirling the car keys as he walks out the door, Martha always worried about him and Bruce.
Young Bruce Wayne continued on his way to school, he had an important project that he needed to finish … Ok, actually he had a gift for his father.
His dad was always locking himself away in the study, Bruce just wanted to spend a moment with him, the plan was to finish the gift in time for the charity even Saturday night and then he would present the gift.
A smiled tugged at Bruce's lips, this would work, he'd get that time with his father, that recognition that he'd been craving. "Just have to finish the project."
Unknown to said child, he'd been being watched and followed for weeks now, the man smiled at the oblivious boy, the black sedan following closely behind
"This is far too easy." Thomas and Martha Wayne were owners of a multi-billionaire company, they had millions of dollars and he planned to have it all.
"So what's the plan? Snatch the kid in broad daylight?" Questions his partner
The man in charge sneers, that was exactly what they'd do, Bruce Wayne's abduction would be public, witnesses would see the billionaires son as a victim. "Get the masks on."
The omega male nods and places the black ski mask over his face, double checking his pockets for the chloroform rag "You got the ropes and tape?"
The alpha chuckles "Let's not knock the kid unconscious, let him scream his little lungs out."
That plan was foolish, he knew it was, but he wasn't the one in charge here "Whatever you want, as long as we get the boy."
"We'll get him, Bruce Wayne belongs to me, until his rich mommy and daddy pay up."
