Chapter 1 – Bruce and Falcone
It was around dinner time in the Sahara desert, when Bruce stopped the car to exit. "I need a walk, Alfred," he exclaimed to his driver (and butler), "I'll be back here at around four, but I will call if anything comes up."
Bruce waved goodbye at Alfred, as the older man drove away, assumingly back to their hotel, and Bruce made his way out into the desert. He saw nothing for miles around him, until he came to a clearing, where there were no cacti, or any form of plant. The sand was also much rougher and solid, which Bruce assumed meant that this area had been used recently. All of a sudden, the young billionaire heard a car engine, and spun his head around to see an old, silver car roll up towards the boy in the clearing. It definitely wasn't Alfred, and the car was definitely not their own. Bruce was concerned as to who was in the vehicle and whether they wanted to hurt him – but there was no use in screaming for help in such a vast wasteland. He quickly called up Alfred, who didn't answer his phone, and when so, he left a voicemail asking him to pick him up about a mile away from the road he was planning on returning back to. The silver car parked itself not too far away from Bruce, and a withered old man stepped out onto the sand. His long, grey hair blew around in the small breeze going through the desert, and Bruce saw his wrinkled, yet kind-looking face.
"Are you Bruce Wayne?" asked the man, and Bruce immediately recognised him as the mob boss, Carmine Falcone.
"Yes, mister Falcone, my name is Bruce Wayne. What business do you wish to discuss in the Sahara Desert?"
"The link between tuberculosis and camels, my dear boy." Falcone replied, and before Bruce could even question what the old man had said, the wrinkled lips were on his, and Bruce's mind was overflowing with more questions and feelings for Carmine.