A/N : This is my first fic of Justice League, I don't own any character. Using translate site and grammer edittor, there could be some spelling errors or grammer errors, so let me know for correcting error if you found it.
'Something is not right.' the Wayne's eldest son, Thomas Wayne Jr. thought. Always, even from the day when he was born, something in everything was not right. He couldn't know what's wrong : his parents and butler who loved him were not wrong and his name were right, but there was something wrong.
Everything─everyone─ around him was not right because of that 'something' he couldn't konw. It made him a nihilist. Why were there good(white) and evil(balck) if everythig was something wrong?
'If I'm not so-called normal child, so be it,' closing a book of child psychology, four years old boy looked up his father and his mother, who opened their eyes widely in shock.
"It doesn't matter." He turned his face away murmuring with hollow smile, then was realized his mother Matha Wayne embraced him.
"Yes, as we love you, it really doen't matter." She said affectionately. He blinked.
"Son," his father, Mr. Wayne put his hand on his son's sholder. "you are the one who you are. Need not to be suitable as the child." there was sense of guilty in his voice. "I'm sorry for said you aren't nomally childish."
"…." The boy tilted his head in confusion before nodded. 'They misjudged my real motives, I just want to know what the hell is wrong. Well…,' he faintly, but sincerely, smiled. '…nothing matters.'
A year later
Thomas Wayne Jr. aka Tom was sitting in a chair waiting outside the delivery room. Expressionless eyes of a young boy followed his father who wandered from side to side.
Not endure dizziness, he turned to the butler. With eyes leering at his master, the butler shown in faint amusement. Unless you saw him carefully, no one knew it.
"Alfred."
"Yes, little master."
"Will baby fall from the ceiling or spring from the bottom?"
The butler raised his eyebrows, then he answered without change in tone while glancing an eye on the master to become panic-stricken, but the voice was a little louder as he wish anyone heard it.
"Even so, you do not need to worry about it, little master, because Master Wayne would received him or her. But, when baby have sprung up from the bottom, master would have to be careful his feet, of course."
Noticing that the conversation were aimed at him, Mr. Wayne stopped hanging around. It was familiar to him hearing dry joke of his butler and his son's calm grumble so he calmed down.
"Tom, dad is just worried about mom and baby."
"But, dad, you're a doctor."
"Yes of course, but..."
"You said, the more emotional behavior the more elevation of emotion."
Mr. Wayne sighed inwardly. His five-year-old son did not really like a child. He was clever enough to be referred to as a genius, but, from the time when open his mouth, insensitive to emotional problems. Mr. The Wayne had so worried whether his son is psychopath or not that wached him. Thankfully, as a stroke of good luck in the midst of misfortunes, his son just had an unusual point of view on world.
The point is 'a stroke of good luck in the midst of misfortunes.'
'No one would believe he is a nihilist, except us.' Mr. Wayne sighed in his mind.
His son had roscian talent which he looked like a normal child. Mr. Wayne regretted ever having mentioned near him that Tom is no suitable for the child. It was the start which made Tom act as the child and the end of true himself.(*)
To be honest, Mr. Wayne was worried or frightening about what the future of his son will be though he affirmed his love to the son. Definitely, Tom was a genius and had so many talents despite his young age. Sometimes he even look as if grown.
"Father, you already know mom and baby will be all right, won't you? You're a doctor, I or Alfred is not."
In any case, the words of the boy was sound reasonable.
"You are right." Mr. Wayne sat in the seat, right side of Tom. "Baby and mother will be fine. Your mother was healthy when she was rushed to the delivery room, it's proper time."
Five years old son who calmed down the father's nervousness ; Although it was obviously revers of which was people thought what a suitable role, it was, strange to say, unforced. Alfred smiled inside.
After a while Mr. Wayne began to fidget legs, but it's just adding unnecessary comments. Finally, cry of the baby was heard outside the delivery room's door. Everyone of three were stood up, the delivery room's door opened and the doctor came out. Mr. Wayne thought it will be a good sign when he saw doctor's serene smile. If there was bad news, the doctor would come out with a calm, ascetic face in order to prevent them panicking.
"Congratulations, Mr. Wayne, your new-born prince is fine." The female doctor said.
"Thanks, God! Thank you!" Mr. Wayne cheered while his son sighed and the butler smiled. "Could I come in?"
"Sure."
Doctor's permission was given, Mr. Wayne went into the delivery room flapping his eyebrows. Tom and Alfred nodded to the doctor with the gratitude and followed him.
Tom looked carefully his mother first. She looked tired, but smiled at the sight of her husband holding a baby.
"Mom." He grasped her hand with his both hands.
"Tom." She firmly hold his hand. Only five-year-old son of her was rubbing her hands with a faint smile like he made sure she was alive. He was mature, but still was a little child. Though the butler and his father was worried about his future, she believed there is kind heart in him that was shown to the selected person by only himself.
"Congratulation, Mistress." Alfred said in an undertone with nod, her answer was warm smile.
"Here, Tom, this is your younger brother." Mr. Wayne called his son handing the baby over to him. Tom gently placed her hand on bed and saw the baby nestled in his chest. The baby was small, lined in pink, his thin hair was becoming dry little by little lying on the scalp. And he was whining, shaking his head and struggling.
Tom glanced at the ceiling illumination beating directly down on the baby. Thought the reason a small baby was turning the neck, he hung his hand on the forehead of the baby. Whether it was correct action or the product of coincidence, the baby began opening his eyes. Similar to his father, it was blue like the sky. He kept eye contact with his elder brother's whose eye was like a hyaline green glass bead, similar to his grandmother.
Looking at the baby, Tom shiverd with the sudden enlightenment. It was while he smiled a cynical smile his parents was discussing the name of the baby. Hearing the name, he greeted the younger brother with slightly ruthful, but, paradoxically, happy smile.
"Hello, Bruce."
Bruce gave him laughter like a scream.
"He seem to like you." Father said laughing.
"Are you… sure?" Uncertainly, Tom tilted his head. However, his father did not miss the small changes that came into his face, there there is no futility for the first time.
'Maybe….' He stroked the head of the son. "Thomas, protect your brother as the elder, wouldn't you?"
Jr. glanced at Sr. "As the elder brother?"
Sr. nodded. "As the elder brother."
Thomas Wayne Jr. nodded and chuckled. "I do." 'I cannot help doing it,' he thought darkly. 'What a world, Bruce is the one who make somthing right.'
(*) It's his opinion.
