Chapter 4: Bruce Wayne (Mercy's Narrative)
I've parked in front of Wayne Manor as everyone got out of the car. I was the first to walk up the steps and ring the doorbell. "So how long are you staying, Mercy?" asked Devon.
"Oh I'm staying for good." I said, "I'm going to be there for my nephew every step of the way."
"You're late." said Alfred when he open the door to let us in, "Oh and you've brought guest without notifying me, again."
"Alfred, you should know me by now. Make yourself at home guys. Where's Bruce?"
"In his father's study. I should warn you though, he's been busy in there."
"Doing what?"
"...You should see for yourself."
"Hey Alf," said the M&M boys.
"Hello boys, long time no seen.
"Ah, Ms. Sigma."
"Ohmygoshhi,Alfred."She hugged him, "How'veyou'vebeendoing? How'reholdingup? IsBruceokay?"
"Nice to see you too, Ms. Sigma."
He noticed the pen in her pen, "Another one? You have to stop stealing the poor boy's pens, Ms. Sigma."
"I know but until he notices me, I'll stop."
He finally greeted Devon, "Mr. Devon, Looking sharp as ever. Won another case?"
"I sure did, Alfred. It's good to see you again."
As I let them share old memories. I walked down the hallway to find my way to my brother's study. When I've found it, I see Bruce sitting at the desk while going through papers. I also saw that creepy board of papers and pictures.
"Auntie M?" said Bruce, taking my attention away from the board, "What are you doing here?"
I quickly slap the side of his head, not too hard but enough to hurt. "Ow! What was that for?!"
"What am I doing here? Boy have you got no lick of common sense?"
I took down the one picture that showed his dead parents. "What the hell is this Bruce?"
"I'm just trying to figure out why, Auntie M. The real killer is still out there."
"Oh yeah? And what exactly were you going to do if you do find the real killer, huh? Revenge isn't the answer nor will it ever be a part of your life.
"Now you're going to put all this away until there's not shred of paper."
"I can't, this also has to do with our family's company."
"What are you talking about?"
"Falcone and Maroni, they want my parent's project about the Arkham Asylum. There's something going on at Wayne Enterprise."
"..." So this boy hasn't been wasting his time trying to find the killer. He was also trying to figure out what's going on at Wayne Enterprise. "(Sigh), you're such a Wayne. Tell you what, we'll both go to the company board tomorrow and try to get to the bottom of this so called problem."
"Are you serious?"
"Deadly. Now it's almost 6 so let's go downstairs until diner is ready. I'm starving and t's been a long drive coming back here because of you."
"I'm not hungry."
"Boy you better get your ass downstairs." I raise my hand but he gave in.
"Okay okay! I'm going!"
He rush out of the study room. I took one last look at the picture of my dead brother and sister-in-law. I face it down on the desk and walked out of the study to join the rest downstairs.
...
"How was California, Auntie M?" asked Bruce.
"Honestly, it lived up to my expectations." I said, "I've at least got the business going. So that makes number 34 out of 50 states that I've spread out the Wayne Enterprise business. It's not easy I'll tell you that."
"That's actually good progress within these 12 years, Mercy." said Rune.
"Yes, I absolutely agree." said Alfred.
"Will you be taking over the Wayne Enterprise here?" asked Devon.
"Not only me, Bruce here needs to start learning how to run a business."
"My lady," said Alfred, "Bruce needs to focus on school. He's only but 12 years old."
"And? My own father taught me how to run a business at age 10. But I'm not going to have business define your whole life, Bruce. My friends will become your mentors as well."
"Really?" said Bruce.
My friends were silent because they are thinking about it. "I'm actually fine with that." said Rune, "I can teach you to develop your intelligence, and how to defend yourself."
"All I can teach you is my lawyer skills." said Devon, "That's if you're interested."
"I am, Mr. Holloway."
The M&M boys looked at me than at Bruce. Mark said, "Tch, I can teach you how to blend in with the crowd, little man."
"Also we'll teach you how to know everything that goes on in the city," said Markus, "Speaking about knowing things. How about we look for that Penguin dude?"
"Excuse me?" I said.
"You, Oswald. If he knows that Det. Gordon and Bullock shot the wrong dude. Maybe he knows who the real killer is."
"Is he a real witness?" asked Bruce.
"No, he heard that your parent's death was a set up."
"You fools do realize that this is a conversation not meant at the dinner table right?" I said as I rub my eyes.
"Oh geez sorry, little man." said Mark.
"It's fine. But Auntie M, can we find him? Please?"
I was hesitant to say so until he said, "Please Auntie M, I want to know why they had to be killed."
In all honesty, I want to find that out myself too, but I rather not get him involve until I got the whole story. I'm just going to have to tread carefully.
"Fine, we will. But you're not getting involve or get in contact with this man, Bruce. For your own safety you will stay out of it. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Auntie M."
"Good, we'll discuss this later everyone."
We all left it at that as we continued eating our dinner.
