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Chapter 2

Andrew sighed as the plane took off, it seemed that his friend was supposedly wealthy, which seemed nice but the man he hardly smiled and he had his own private jet and it seemed nice.

As someone passed him a magazine he read silently and his eyes widened; Bruce Wayne was amongst the wealthiest people alive in the world though he had a bad reputation for being a lush who enjoyed hard drinks and women. He saw him on the phone with someone called Barbara and he was the picture of concern and civility.

Bruce walked into another cabin so not to disturb Andrew and said, "So Barbara, what were you saying?"

"This," Barbra yelled over the phone, "The Joker's crossed the line so many times he has to be stopped and you know the justice system isn't going to do it."

"I know Barbra," Bruce said, pinching his nose, "But if I hunted him down and killed him what would that make me?"

"A Hero!" Barbra said, the anger barely registering in her voice, "But I know you have your no killing rule and I suppose some people might take it the wrong way but not the Joker, he's done too much."

Bruce sighed and said, "Please Barbra, I know and perhaps you could help him too."

"Yes Bruce, bring him by soon. I mean he's going to want to have company other than Alfred, won't he?" Barbra said coldly.

"Yes," Bruce said softly, "Of course, please come by the Manor tonight; I'll make sure he's ready to meet you."

"I can't tonight," Barbra said, "Dick needs some help with some things in Bludhaven but tomorrow he'll have my undivided attention."

She hung up and Bruce walked out and saw Andrew still reading the magazine he had been given, Andrew looked up and Bruce frowned; he would make sure that his face was restored as those scars would just remind him of bad experiences.

"Andrew, a friend of mine is coming to meet you tomorrow, she's a survivor of the Joker as well and she might be able to help you."

"But," Andrew said, "I don't even remember the attack."

"I know Andrew," Bruce said, "But you'll start too soon, once your memory clears and I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to deal with it by yourself."

Andrew nodded and looked down and saw Gotham city below them and shuddered; it looked so dark it wasn't like Metropolis at all.

They were met by a distinguished looking older man who spoke in a British accent that Andrew found relaxing somehow and followed him into the car, he felt fine but Mr Wayne told him that he had to be in the wheelchair until his legs were strong enough again, though he was told that he'd have to walk with a cane from now on.

"Good evening Mr Wells I am Alfred Pennyworth, I'm sure you and I'll become close friends."

Andrew nodded and wondered why he was in Gotham anyways, did he live here? Oh god he hoped not as this place felt like hell on earth. As Alfred took him to a limousine and drove through the streets he looked at the dark alleyways and streets and shuddered a bit.

Bruce noticed the shuddering and said, "I know the city seems to be quite dark but there are good people here and they do their best to survive amongst the corruption and crime."

Andrew simply nodded and felt relieved that when the car left the inner city and towards a solitary manor on a hilltop, he mumbled, "Does Dracula live here?"

Alfred noted what Andrew had said and nodded, "Indeed, you might think that," while Bruce shook his head in quiet amusement.

"No Andrew, Dracula doesn't live here. This is Wayne Manor; my family's home," Bruce said, "It's over a hundred years old but don't worry you'll learn more about it."

"Alright," Andrew said as Bruce brought him in and he looked around in shock; it was beautiful inside though it also seemed so lonely and cold.

Bruce gave Andrew the tour and Andrew simply listened to what Bruce was talking about his family and nodded and suddenly Bruce's demeanour changed when Alfred passed him the phone and he gave the job of the tour to Alfred and apologized to Andrew.

Alfred smiled gently and said, "You shall learn to expect Master Bruce's sudden disappearances."

Andrew nodded as Alfred took him to the kitchen and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes," Andrew said as Alfred smiled; it was so nice to have a young man in the house again.

"Is there something you wish?" Alfred asked, "Anything you like?"

Andrew had a slight flash of memory and remembered his Aunt making grilled cheese sandwiches for him when he was little and said, "Do you know how to make grilled cheese sandwiches?"

"Indeed I do," Alfred said as he began to prepare a frying pan, "Some of Master Bruce's wards enjoyed them and I trust you shall enjoy them as well."

As Andrew watched him cook Alfred noticed he was just quiet and he accepted that, Master Bruce was quiet as well.

Alfred told him about himself, about how the Wayne's hired him away from the royal family and the tragedy that happened when Bruce was still a child: his mother and father were killed in front of him.

"Oh!" Andrew said, "I'm sorry to hear that, it must have been so hard for him?"

"Indeed," Alfred replied, "The master wasn't quite the same again as it was quite hard on him."

Andrew bit into the sandwiches and moaned as they were so good; just the perfect type of buttery and cheesy, he whispered, 'They're so good!"

As Andrew ate Alfred looked at him and thought, 'The poor boy, to be traumatized by that madman, if only the law would do its job and lock that that monster up forever but no; they always put them in Arkham Asylum.'

Andrew used his cane to wander around for a couple of hours, when he was starting to get tired and he asked Alfred about where Bruce was and Alfred told him that Master Bruce kept late hours.

The next morning Andrew woke up to Alfred knocking on his door and letting him know that someone was here to see him.

He got up excitedly, put his clothes on and walked out slowly, as Alfred helped him downstairs he saw a young red haired woman in a wheelchair look up at him and smiled, she rolled over and said, "Hey, I'm Barbra Gordon, it's nice to meet you."

"Umm, hi," Andrew said as he took her hand.

She grinned at him at him and said, "You know I've been looking into your past and it's remarkably spotty but I can tell you that you were from Sunnydale, California."

"Really?" Andrew said excitedly, "Can we go there? I mean maybe someone there knows more about me."

Barbra winced with pain and said, "Not going to be possible; Sunnydale collapsed into a massive sinkhole a year and a half ago."

Andrew's face fell and he muttered, "I see, did you find out anything else about me?"

"No," Barbra said, "Any personal records and government records were destroyed in the collapse."

"Oh," Andrew said, a little upset.

"But," Barbra said, "I came because you and I have something in common," at Andrew's confused look she smiled, "We both survived the Joker's attack."

Andrew paled, he remembered what Mr Wayne had told him about the man and Barbra said, "He shot me point blank and after that I was paralyzed."

"And you," Barbra said, "He must have taken a liking to you," as she pointed and the angry red scar in the shape of a J on his face, "He wanted you to remember him."

"I don't," Andrew said, "Mr Wayne said the doctor told me that I have some sort of amnesia that my mind decided to protect me by shutting down my memories."

"Ohh!" Barbra winced again and said, "Be fortunate that you don't remember him after all, he'd be in your nightmares forever."

Andrew looked at Barbra, who had a smile on her face, and said, "Thank you for talking to me, I have talked to Mr Wayne but he went somewhere last night and hasn't come back yet."

Barbra frowned, she knew where he was; there was a League emergency last night and he was probably going to be gone for a couple of days, she shook her head and said, "He's been busy for quite a while so don't worry, I'll be in contact with him tonight."

They spent a couple of more hours talking and Barbra had to leave and she smiled at him and said, "Goodbye."

Andrew sighed; Mr Pennyworth was good company but he also wanted to ask Mr Wayne if he could find a way to find out more about his past.

A couple of days later Andrew was in the library reading a book when Alfred had told him that Master Wayne had come home.

Andrew walked in and saw a younger red haired man with Bruce, who looked up and said, "Mr Wells, this is a friend of mine: Wally West."

Wally looked up and flashed him a bright smile and said, "Hey man, how are you?"

"Oh," Andrew said, "Umm, I'm fine."

As Andrew backed away Wally winced; Bats had told them what happened to the kid and he felt bad for him and Wally had to fight not to wince at the scars covering his face, the Joker had done a real number on his face.

"Jeez," Wally said, "The poor kid."

"He's not that much younger than you," Bruce said.

"Yeah but," Wally said, "He seems so fragile and vulnerable, kind of makes your heart go out to the kid."

Bruce nodded and said, "That's why I invited you here; I need someone he can relate to and god knows it can't be me."

"Sure thing," Wally said, "But have you found anything about him other than his name?"

"No," Bruce said, "And Barbra didn't have much luck either, all we know is that he's from Sunnydale."

"Talk about luck of the draw!" Wally whistled out loud, "He survives Sunnydale and then he has to go to through this? Alright Bats, sure I'll try to be his friend and talk to him."

Bruce didn't say anything, he just nodded and Wally grinned and said, "A week at stately Wayne Manor and uncomfortable silences? It's a dream vacation," and suddenly sped off to get his stuff from his apartment.

"What have I done!" Bruce groaned.

TBC

Poll question: This is most likely going to be a slash relationship for Andrew later on, any ideas?

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