There weren't many people at the will reading. There was himself, Flora, Clive, Emmy, Dr Schrader and a tall man Luke had never met before. He later found out his name was Bruce.
The man who read out the Will was short, and had to stand on a stool to reach the desk. His voice was quiet and ever so slowly, Luke found himself drifting away….
He didn't hear who got what, but when he heard his name being mentioned, he sat up straight and looked at the man.
"Luke Triton shall be left in the care of…Bruce Wayne,"
Luke felt his heart thumping, who was Bruce Wayne? The man began to speak again, perhaps to elaborate on the subject.
"And he also left you this," The man got of the stool, and waddled over to the confused Luke. He handed him a box. Luke took it, his mouth open like a fish.
He examined it as the man made the slow trek back to his stool. It was certainly a box, but it showed no means of opening it. Nothing. No lock, no keyhole.
He put it between his feet to listen to the rest of the reading.
Something else that shocked him further, apart from being left in the care of somebody he had never met and being given a box that won't open, was that Flora was being left in the care of Emmy.
Why wasn't he?
As the Will Reading finished, Luke sat in his seat as the others began to leave. Clive paused, then walked over to him.
"Do you know who Bruce Wayne is?" He asked Luke. Luke shook his head. Clive kneelt down to Luke's level, and stared at him.
"I think it was the man at the back. Listen Luke," He said, "I want you to know, even if you are going away, you're welcome to come back if you need anything. Anything at all."
He got up and left silently. Luke wanted to run after him but he felt rooted to the spot.
Suddenly, the tall man from the back of the room approached him.
"I'm Bruce Wayne," He said. His voice was a deep, no-nonsense sort of voice.
"Luke Triton," Luke whispered, feeling horse.
"I was an old friend of the Professors. You'll be staying with me I take it?"
Luke nodded, feeling dumb.
Bruce Wayne nodded too, "You can go home and collect your stuff. My butler will collect you in a few hours."
Butler? What sort of house was he going to live in.
Bruce Wayne was about to walk away when his face soften.
"I lost my friend in the fire too. Dick Greyson. He was only about your age."
He coughed, and walked away.
Luke began to cry.