It's the weekend! This magical time means I can update! Joy to people everywhere! And may homework be ignored till late Sunday night. Happy Hallow's Eve guys! Or I guess it's also called Halloween? Whatever.

As always, I own nothing but my plot ideas.

Chapter Two

The unusual letter had my immediate attention. I grabbed the letter opener from the floor next to me and slit open the top. Inside was a single piece of paper with a message written in Japanese. I read as follows:

To Mr. Richard Moore,

In light of your recent success, I, Bruce Wayne, would like to formally invite you to my mansion for a gathering of myself and my associates to honor your excellent work in the detective field in Japan.

All expenses will be paid for by myself as well as plane fare and hotel fees. Should you choose to attend, you may bring up to three guests.

When: November 15

Where: Wayne Manor

Why: To honor the work of Detective Moore of Japan

Please respond promptly so plans can be made immediately. Plane tickets and further instructions will be sent as soon as you respond.

As soon as I finished reading the letter, I felt a hint of jealously creep up my spine. Mr. Moore was gaining attention worldwide for my deductions. It passed quickly. After all, it has been three years and I have become use to being treated like an idiotic child by the police and Mr. Moore.

I wonder how long his detective business will last when I disappear? After all, the BO are becoming restless. I can't endanger Ran and the Detective Boys much longer.

I got up from my position on the floor and walked down the hall to Mr. Moore's office. I stopped at the door and knocked loudly three times. BANG. BANG. BANG. Maybe not knocked per say, more like almost knocked the door down. He always kept the TV on at maximum volume so simply knocking wouldn't be heard by his practically deaf ears.

I had learned long ago to never walk into his office without announcing myself. Shuffling noises could be heard before he yelled, "Come in!" I opened the door and ignored the trash littering every surface. A wave of the noxious fumes of beer and various other alcoholic beverages washed over my head. I'd smelled all this and more before so it was easily ignored.

"I have an important invitation for you Mr. Moore." I said in a childish voice. Sometimes, it's hard to remember what I sound like as a teen. "It's from a Mr. Wayne in America."

After the word Wayne, he practically threw himself across his desk and grabbed the letter from me. He scanned the letter and looked at me.

"Do you know what this means Conan?!" he screeched with joy while dancing about the room.

"No, Mr. Moore. Who's Bruce Wayne?" I asked ignorantly. In reality, I knew who he was. My father had gained fame with his mystery novels overseas and had been to Mr. Wayne's Manor several times. I had been too busy with high school at the time to go with him of course.

"He's only one of the richest playboys in America! His manor is legendary in size and he has hundreds of beautiful cars! Think of the Ferraris, the Rolls Royces, and oh the Lamborghinis!" he drooled. "Think of the women! They must all be beautiful and rich and…!"

At this point, I was already out the door, leaving him to his fantasies. "Don't forget to respond Mr. Moors!" I yelled behind me. I needed to make a call to Father for more information on this Mr. Wayne. His popularity and the rumors of Gotham's rotten underbelly could be dangerous for Ran and I as well as Mr. Moore.