My heart was beating at an un-rhythmic beat. I turned to find Alfred standing not even two feet away. He had a look of confusion smacked on his face. I felt my throat grow horse and I could swallow anymore.

"Master James? What are you doing here?" He asked before I could even spit a word.

"Nothing." I changed my words. "I mean, not nothing really. I just was looking around was all."

"Does Bruce know where you are?" Does he know where you are Alfred?

"Not at the moment." I shook my head. "I mean he knows what I'm doing."

"And what is it exactly that you are doing?" Jerk. What's it look like I'm doing? I'm fucking walking around the house trying to find your ass.

"I was looking. . ." I could find myself to complete the answer. What was I doing, really? I mean, sure I was up here looking but looking for what? For you to accept my apology? Or looking to get slammed in the face again. I grimaced at that thought. The band-aid pulled at my nose making me wince.

"And what did you do to your nose?" He came closer and I fought the urge to back away. He lifted a hand to my face touching my nose carefully.

"Is this broken?" Nah, it's just smashed into my face. Stupid question. "How did you do this?" I walked into a wall, no fell flat on my face while not looking.

"I had and door slam into my face." I said plain.

"A door?"

"Slam into my face." Alfred my god, an apple, falls off a tree. Shall I repeat?

"Who?" Who?! Who do you think?!

"Dick." Literally. . .

"Richard? It's hard to believe. . . he doesn't act out that much anymore." Well he does.

"He did ten minutes ago." Alfred stared at me for quite a long time, maybe I was just some burden that he was trying so hard to get out of this house. I wasn't leaving Alfred, not yet. I didn't really want to be a burden, but I never really felt like this before. I never cared. Not since my father. Sometimes I think it would have been so much easier for me to have lived without him all together. He screwed up my life so much, that I can't even make up for what I lost. Nobody could make up for what I lost.

I tried not to fidget much as Alfred looked at me top to bottom. It made me uncomfortable, and a little shy. Eventually his eyes caught my face again.

"Are you lying to me James?" Does it look like I'm lying to you? That's what I like to do in my spare time. I like to slam doors in my face hoping my nose will brake. What kind of question is that?

"No."

"Then what is it you are doing up here with a broken nose?" I didn't know what to say. Was he really always going to think that I was some terrible kid that never did anything right? Or was there a reason that he cared why I was up here?

"I was looking for you." Even though I told him what I was doing he didn't seem surprised at the least. "Alfred?"

"Yes?"

"I just thought that you would be surprised." I felt my eyebrows smash together. This was ridiculous. I felt like I was on a game show trying to figure out a puzzle.

"It's not very surprising, Master James, seeing as these are my rooms." I looked around. Thinking about what could be behind those doors; his bedroom, study and bathroom.

"Oh. Sorry." I was sure he probably didn't want me anywhere near his rooms. I mean I was the kid that just came into this house; he probably thought I'd just be more work. I didn't notice that he hadn't answered me until I looked back up. His lips were creased together, making a straight line. I thought about what I had said.

"Oh. . ." I whispered. "Um, that's why I am here. I am here to apology's to you. I was rude to you earlier today and I was wrong, and I'm sorry that I just walked into your hallway." I added.

"It's alright Master James." He seemed a little out of it. Maybe he took drugs. "I accept your apology." I stood there for a moment dumb founded. Did he really just accept? That was. . . unexpected.

"I. . . you do?" I was so confused. He was an ass. A little stuck up old man, what was with this house? I feel like I'm going crazy.

"Yes." He straightened himself. " . . .If you ever need me just come on down to my rooms, Master James."

"Please don't call me Master James. It's just James."

"If you wish." I nodded my head. "Alright then James, where is Bruce?" He acted like nothing ever happened. How could you do that? Maybe it just comes with age. . .

"I think he went to speak to Dick."

"Ah, I see. Well, we can go wait if you like."

It was a little awkward at first, just me and Alfred but after a while, I got into the hang of things and he really wasn't that bad. I mean sure, he is an old guy but he has a lot of stories to tell me. There was a lot about Bruce at my age, which I found really funny. He was a big trouble maker from the way Alfred told it. I just could not see Bruce being like that. He is so, formal. Boring, but I guess that is what happens when you become 'Batman.' Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be the 'hero' of the city. Would it really be any different? Or would it be like it is now?

"James?"

"Huh?" I said turning my attention back at him.

"What is it your thinking?"

"Nothing, Alfred. I guess I'm just tired." It was quite for a while longer as I sat in the big comfy chair.

"James do you mind if I ask you something? You do not have to answer if you wish."

"Shoot." I was a little bit interested in what he wanted to know.

"I know you do not like your father, would you like to tell me why?" I sat there for a while staring off into space. I remembered my father very well. He looked like me but he was much bigger, with onyx eyes and paler skin. The thing I remember about him most was him never being home, I remember him coming home drunk and his screaming at my mother. There wasn't a lot that I could think of really just enough to make me wish I never knew him.

There was one thing however that I could never forget.

"He killed my mother." I watched as Alfred face became soft. I knew mine looked aggressive, but I couldn't help it. The thought of my mother made me want to cry. I thought for a while longer remembering the light brown hair and soft blue eyes. She was long, tall and beautiful. Like my sister. . . who was also gone. "Asia. . ." I said choking on my tears. "Never made it either."

"Who is Asia?" He asked in a whisper. I remembered the mix of my sister, she looked my like my father too. She was pale, and had his dark black eyes, with my mother's silky hair.

"My sister." I answered getting lost in the past. I remember the day that they were taken from me, my father holding me back as he. . .

There gone now.

And nothing will ever change that.

"I am sorry James."

"Don't mention it. It's not your fault there gone." I pulled my knees to my face having the images still fresh and raw in my mind.

"James? You know that I knew your mother right?" I looked up, but how? I don't remember Alfred? Is that how Bruce met my father? There where so many questions swirling in my head.

"She worked at the bank, and I went to see her every other week making my deposits, she was a nice women, and I remember when she was getting married to you father. I never saw her after that. She told me when it was and said that I should go, but I never really got to. Bruce would have never forgiven me if I did."

"I don't understand why?"

"Bruce knew your father growing up when he was 12 your father was much older and picked on him, I remember Bruce coming come with broken bones, bloody noses, and black eyes."

"Sounds like him." I raged.

"I never did get to meet your father but from what Bruce told me, he sounded like a bitter man."

"Alfred?"

"Yes?"

"How did Bruce know my real name?" I couldn't piece things together. "How did my father led Bruce to me?"

"James, do you know what your father's nickname was at school?" I shook my head not understanding.

"It was the same as yours." I felt my eyes bulge.

"No, that, that doesn't even make any since? How could he have my nickname?"

"Untraceable? Think about it James, his wits are in you, in your blood." That made me sick. I wanted to throw up. I wouldn't believe that, his wits? No. Not true.

"You are not making since."

"Your father also never got caught. The schools had no records of him; in fact nobody knew anything about him at all." I felt shell shocked. So where my records missing because my father made them go missing? Was all of this done on purpose? Was I made into becoming what I became? No, I became what I am because I wanted to. . . right?

"I can't-I can not believe that."

"It is true, I promise you."

"No, I can't believe I was so stupid as to miss it."

After about an hour Bruce and Dick came down stairs. Dicks face was a little red and his eyes where puffy. I'm sure Bruce 'talked' him into coming down.

"Do you have something you wish to say?" Bruce asked Dick, Dick looked disgusted at that but he decided to come over to me anyways.

"Sorry for being a brat and breaking you nose." He only said it half heartedly. It was more like 'I'm sorry I have to say this, I wish Bruce wasn't making me.' Bruce gave me a nod telling me to go ahead and accept the fake apology.

"I accept." That's all I planned on saying. He got one part right, he was a brat. He glared at me before taking a seat by Alfred on the other side of the room. Bruce remained standing where he was before he started up again.

"We now that, that is taking care of I have some news for you boys." I looked up interested even though Dick looked like he was going to yell.

Bruce flashed a bright smile. "I am hoisting a party this Thursday night and you guys will be accompanying me."

A/N I guess long chapters aren't my thing. Reviews would be amazing :)