Chapter 2: Truth revealed

As much as I would have liked to keep on my research on my father, for some odd reason there weren't many articles about him. Everything odd. I even hacked to Gotham's most secret files and I couldn't find much. Maybe Wayne would tell me about it, after all he was sort of my grandfather. I knew it would be tough getting information out of him, he didn't share much with anyone not even family. I knew that I had to try, so I grabbed my backpack and left a note for my mother.

Babs;

I'm going to Wayne Manor for a while, don't wait.

Don't kill me;

Ann.

My place was really far from Wayne's. Normally my mother would never let me to go alone, since you have to go through the worst parts of Gotham to get there. I didn't have any money for the subway so I just jumped right in without paying. No one ever notices, there is hardly any security around Gotham, all the decent cops the place had disappeared after ol' commissioner retired. Crime in Gotham was worse than ever, and Batman was getting old. He had no Robin anymore, but some teacher told me that Blüdhaven's Nightwing used to stick around, but fourteen or fifteen years around he stopped coming at all. Of course there was the Red Hood sticking around, killing some drug lords but the law wasn't too content with him. All the successful people left to Metropolis and the only big shot left was Bruce Wayne.


I arrived to the Wayne Manor where I was greeted by Uncle Damian, and when I say greeted I really mean that I was tossed a cushion because I interrupted his nap. Uncle Damian was the only one I addressed as I really should. I wouldn't even address my mother properly. He had quite a temper, but ever since I was a baby I was always sticking close to him. He found me really annoying, which gave me a reason to stick around even more. "Hey Uncle Damian. Is Wayne home?" I asked. "Yes, he is probably locked up in his office as usual." Damian said as he rolled his eyes and went back to the couch.

I had to walk a long way to reach Wayne's office. The manor was the size of a small village everything seemed confusing. You could easily get lost. When I reached the door I was about to knock but then I heard Alfred was inside. "Master Bruce, you have received a letter from Master Dick, congratulating you for your birthday." Alfred said. To be quite honest no one knows Alfred's age but I'm just surprised that he is still alive. "Ignore it." Bruce growled. "Who is Dick?" I wondered. "Master, I seriously advice you to respond, this is the first time he has made any contact in years, maybe you should tell Miss Gordon about it." Alfred said. Then it hit me, Dick was Richard, Richard like my father. My father had just sent a letter to Wayne, this was my chance. "And make her suffer more than she has already? No, that would be playing with an old wound." Bruce said. "Very well sir, your meeting is in about fifteen minutes. I advice you to go get ready." Alfred said and I quickly hid behind a plant. Soon they left the room and after they were out of sight, I quickly entered the office.

I looked around the whole place, carefully. I was trying to leave the smallest trace possible. I found the letter below some documents. I quickly took it and left the office. I decided to go to the West wing of the manor since no one hardly goes there. Once there I decided to read the letter.


Bruce;

You might be wondering why I write, since I haven't had any contact with you for the last fourteen to fifteen years. To be honest I do not know myself. I guess I used your birthday as an excuse. Happy 62nd birthday… I guess. Anyways I just realised how long I've spent without talking to any of you guys. Damian must be 22 by now, wow. I've seen some pictures of you and Damian on the newspapers. He looks just like you. Anyways I know you are not the one that has a lot of "feelings" and "emotions." Still I do, and I just wanted to let you know that.

Maybe it's time we finish that old fight of us. Of course things will never be like they were before. I can't return to Gotham, not after what I did to Babs. How is Babs by the way? Is she married? Does she have kids? Why am I asking you this when I do know you won't reply? Still I hope Alfred makes you read this, because I really think we should talk about your other job.

Dick Grayson


So he didn't know about me… Well at least that's better than being abandoned. What did he mean by other job? Bruce made enough money to have another job. I sighed being emotionally exhausted and I just rested back, leaning on an old grandpa clock. The clock made a noise and the wall turned around, much to my surprise. "Stairs…" I said in awe of my new discovery. I decided to investigate further. I placed the letter on my backpack and went down the mysterious stairs. When I reached the end of the stairway I found out something that I have only seen in my dreams. "The Batcave"


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