Thanks to Fullmetal Knight for the idea of Jacob Gordon. I know it took me a while to post this, and I know it's kind of short, but deal. One month left of school, and then I can post all I want. SUMMER!! Anyway, I hop it's good!
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"Are you serious?" asked Jacob Gordon. "Bruce Wayne had a mental breakdown?" Will nodded.

"Yeah," he replied, sighing. "I mean, I don't think he belongs in Arkham or anything, but…I think he's hurting."

"Hurting?" asked Connor. "That's a little romantic, even for you." Will rolled his eyes.

"Guys, I'm not kidding," he said. "I think my- some girl broke his heart." Connor and Jake burst out laughing.

"Like who, some beach bimbo?" Jake asked sarcastically.

"Yeah," Connor agreed. "I don't think Bruce Wayne knows what it feels like to fall in love."

"Why, because he's rich?" Will turned to Connor. "Your dad's Oliver Queen. He's rich. Hasn't he been in love? I've never judged him." Connor looked down at his shoes.

"My dad-" he started to say. Jake stared up at the sky uncomfortably.

"So, uh, guys?" he asked awkwardly. "You still up for that movie?"

"Yeah," Will said quickly. At the same time, Connor answered,

"Absolutely."

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The next day, Will nervously approached the doors of Wayne Manor. I hope it goes better this time. I've never seen a guy so freaked out before. To his surprise, it wasn't Alfred who answered the door.

"Mr. Wayne?" he asked, confused. "Doesn't Alfred usually do…well…what a butler does?" Bruce smiled.

"Yeah, he normally does," Bruce agreed. "But I knew you'd be coming, and I…ah…wanted to apologize for the other night."

"Why? You didn't do anything wrong," Will tried to reason. "You just…kind of…" Bruce nodded.

"Went psycho?" Will nodded sheepishly.

"Kind of, but not really. Mr. Wayne, I don't think you went crazy," he said, taking a deep breath. "I'm not stupid. When I mentioned my last name, you freaked out. You know my mother, and you knew my father."

"What do you mean, 'knew your father'?" Will avoided Bruce's glance. "What happened to him?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "I never met him. He died, or ran off, or something, before I was even born."

"I'm sorry," Bruce replied. "So you live with your mom?" Will nodded.

"Yeah."

His father…Harvey? That's who Rachel was with a year before this kid was born. I don't think that she would go off and sleep with some random guy; Rachel's not like that. But wouldn't she have told him if his father was Gotham's White Knight? That's not anything to be ashamed of. And why didn't she ever tell me? I would've helped her whenever she needed help. Bruce sat down heavily.

"I knew your mother," he replied. " A long time ago. I haven't talked to her in over fifteen years." Will nodded.

"Yeah, she'll say something every once in a while about how billionaires can't be trusted," he said, depressed. "Even though my best friend's father is a billionaire."

"She really says that?" Bruce asked, cringing. "She must be pissed. Um…what do you think, then?"

"People are people, whether they're rich or not. Being rich doesn't define you; it's just something you happen to have. What you do with it is what defines you," Will said quietly. Bruce smiled. At least she gives him some freedom.

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Several hours later, Bruce and Will were sitting out on the patio, eating pizza that Alfred had ordered for them.

"So, Will, what do you think about the Batman?" Bruce asked him casually. "Do you think he's got the right idea, or is he a criminal?" Will sighed.

"The Batman's a hero. The police aren't capable of doing half of what he does. People believe everything they read in the paper. They're too damn stupid to realize that Gotham's crime level has gone down more than fifty percent since the Batman appeared!" He took a deep breath. "He's got the right idea," he said calmly.

"I can't imagine your mom being too happy about this," Bruce mentioned. Will shook his head.

"No. She…" he said hesitantly. "She says he's dangerous. I got into an argument with her about this just a few days ago." Bruce nodded thoughtfully.

"Are you determined to rip off the mask of the vigilante?"

"Not really. If the guy wants privacy, give him privacy, you know?" Will said reasonably. "It's not who you are underneath…"

"…It's what you do that defines you," Bruce finished with him. Will looked at him, confused.

"How'd you know that?" Bruce grinned.

"Just a lesson a very wise friend taught me once," he replied, quieter. Oh, Rachel, why didn't you tell me?

Watching from the doorway, Alfred Pennyworth smiled as he saw the two of them laugh. I hope you know what you're doing, Miss Dawes. You owe it to Master Wayne, and to your son. Tell Will the truth-he's a Wayne by birthright.

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Dun, dun, dun! So now, if you hadn't figured it out already, Will is Bruce and Rachel's son. For those of you who know the story of Robin (Dick Grayson), you know what happens in order to make him eligible for the part. For those of you who don't...you'll have to wait and see. Thanks for reading!
Jason