There Will Be War
Batman sat silently within the bedroom he'd chosen. The choices were not exactly various and it took hardly all of five minutes to choose. He took a bedroom on the third floor since no one else had, and was situated right across the hall of a bathroom, all the way at the end of a hall, with a view facing the town.
Perfect.
Quiet. Alone. Perfect.
And at that very moment, he sat, perched at the edge of a seat, looking down with sharp eyes as Wally West slowly walked up the hill.
Slowly, yes, slowly...
Slow was definitely not a style expressed by Wallace R. West lest it be one hundred percent necessary. It was something even the dimmest light bulb could figure out with one greet.
He watched with careful, intuitive eyes as Wally continued to the door, opening it with a soft creak, and closed it behind him.
Bruce pushed himself away from the window, standing and locking the door swiftly before pulling the seat to a desk.
He would grant Wally's great-grandfather this, when he made this house, he was most certainly not lazy. The bedrooms were nothing less than large.
He brought his computer up. It was simple to tell they had internet based off the computer downstairs, and as he logged on, it was easy to simply hack within the wi-fi network. Jumping straight into his most advanced programs, he stared blankly. Where did he even start, now?
It started with a question.
He would begin there.
What was the big question behind this?
He shook his head slowly. He knew that he was supposed to be focusing on Lex Luthor and his whereabouts, but...
He bit his lip, sitting forward slightly.
If he didn't have this one small assumption answered and put away, he knew he wouldn't be able to focus on anything. It was one downside to his severe OCD in his detective work. Everything must be answered and perfectly assessed, one at a time. That was how a puzzle was truly solved.
He bit his lip again before retracting his teeth upon noticing his bad habit. He grabbed a piece of mint gum, sticking it in his mouth and beginning in on chewing.
What was the problem?
'Fl-...Wally, has been acting unusual..but, how? Why? How: He falsely stated who he was. Followed by something about his family from an old man outside the General Store. Why: something to do with his family?'
He paused, blinking slowly before typing quickly into his advanced search programs, West.
He narrowed his eyes at the number of results popped up, 11,134 results.
He tried again, Rudolph West, Virginia.
3 results.
A twinge of success ripped through him and he cleared his throat, looking at his three choices to click on, an immediately found the first one to meet his needs.
He clicked on it and found a picture of a gruff looking man, a dark brown, short, beard, sharp blue eyes, and shortly cut hair.
His eyes pierced into his, and gave his bat-glare a run for it's money. Even through the computer monitor he appeared threatening.
Though the small biography held within the countries database was informative, it lacked anything pertinent and so, he resulted to glaring momentarily.
'What information did this give you? Hardly anything. Think clearer. Fine, it told me for one that he died. From what? He was killed. How? It didn't say...'
He swiped his fingers at the keyboard once more and the results popped up in few amounts. He clicked on one and resumed his investigation.
After an hours time, his information was scarce, though, it was a beginning.
For one, Rudolph West was of course, Wally's father. He was killed for an unknown reason and by an unknown person. The West family hadn't asked for an autopsy, and no one saw it necessary to perform one as everyone thought it'd been suicide.
Bruce Wayne thought different.
Many articles also stated there may have been added stress on him which had caused him to go over the edge.
He'd also lost an uncle, aunt, and four cousins during the same time period, all blamed on different causes, though none of which appeased the dark knight. He knew better than these lame excuses.
Then there were the McCains who had apparently, around the same time of Rudolph West's death, had a good portion of his own family killed, including two sons, an uncle, and his brother. All he had left was his wife and himself.
Nothing much more had been said about the occurrences, and apparently was being kept under lock and key.
It, however, was definitely a start.