Alfred Pennyworth was nothing much to look at. He stood at five foot eight inches and had completely grey hair. He wore a black suit reminiscent to that of a butler, polished black shoes that shone so clearly that the reflection was near perfect, and had a pair of glasses that were always resting on the edge of his nose.

There was nothing very special about Alfred. He was nearing his sixties, he served a brief time in the British Forces, and in fact the only really well known fact about him was that he was the family butler to the Wayne's. After the death of the Elder Wayne's he took the role of young Bruce's guardianship.

He supported everything Bruce went on to do, even though he had reservations about a child studying criminology and what not, he still supported it. When he began to have frequent fitness sessions, instead of holding him back or preventing him from going, he told Bruce tips which he remembered from his time at the boot camps.

Then one day, shortly after his 16th birthday, he disappeared.

Gone.

Vanished.

No evidence of where he went or how he got there.

So after six years of silence, he was understandably shocked when he received a call from young master Bruce, asking him to come pick him up from the airport. But of course that didn't make him lose composure.

"Of course, Master Bruce. I'll be there shortly."

And for the first time in years, a smile was on his face. The fact he had tears running down his cheeks didn't bother him at all, nor did they hide the joy that shone through his eyes.

*BREAK*

A sleek black Chevrolet rolled up to the tarmac where the jet was due to land, coming to a swift stop, Alfred quickly stepped out of the car and mentally prepared himself for the coming reunion.

And much to his shame, he was fidgeting slightly, due to nervousness or excitement, he couldn't tell, but before he could dwell on that thought more. The jet came into view.

A few minutes later the jet landed smoothly on the runway, rolling to a stop about a hundred metres in front of him. The door slowly opened to reveal the stair case that as built on the inside. Before Alfred could even take a step he saw a boot slowly descend onto the first step, followed by another, eventually the legs, then the body until the head finally came into to view.

Alfred choked out a laugh mixed with sobs as he gazed at the face that reminded him so much of his former Master, mixed with the softness of his spouse.

It was unmistakeably the long thought lost son of the most famous couple of Gotham, Thomas and Martha Wayne. Though he had changed, so tall, with a very broad build, very different to the lanky teen that left six years prior.

Watching as the young man slowly strode his way towards him with confident steps, Alfred lurched forward, at a pace that was impressive for a man of his age, and nearly tackled Bruce to the ground as he hugged the boy - no man - that he thought of as his own son. Bruce carefully placed his arms around the man that he came to see as father in all but blood, and couldn't help but shed a few tears of his own.

"Welcome back, Master Bruce. Welcome back."

After breaking the hug, and picking up the few belongings that Bruce actually had on him, Alfred ushered his former charge to the car, before proceeding to the driver's seat and driving the relatively long journey back to Wayne Manor.

Even though the reunion between the two was full of emotion and passion, the drive back was awkward to say the least. Finally, unable to deal with the tension that had somehow started to build along with the awkwardness, Alfred initiated a conversation.

"So, Master Bruce, where did you run off to?"

"Blunt as ever, Alfred. To let you know, I was in Japan, training under a legendary immortal, that wielded the elements with such ease that he looked like a god. He had eyes, so powerful that they could create craters from just two words, revive the recently departed, and summon beings only thought of in fairy tales, taught me to fight with just my hands, with weaponry and the very same elements, he himself used, and lastly, gave me brand new eyes that can do unimaginable things when used correctly." Bruce stared at Alfred in curiosity, wondering how his old care taker would react.

All through the explanation, Alfred listened calmly, not even twitching at such outlandish claims, after careful consideration, he responded.

"Well I must say that is impressive…" Bruce's eyes widened slightly at the admission that he believed him. "… I mean, he evidently got you to eat your vegetables, I had been trying to do that for years before you left."

Stunned silence filled the car as Bruce gaped at his adoptive father, before loud boisterous laughter boomed from the young man's mouth. Filling the car with joy, Alfred soon joined in on the mirth, and gave way to chuckles, as he neared the driveway to the Manor.

Still chuckling, even as he walked through the front door, Bruce stopped and gazed around with wonder at the entrance room. Seeing it again for the first time, after so many years…

"It's good to have you back, Master Bruce, and it's nice to know you can still smile after all these years." With that parting comment, Alfred bustled into the kitchen to start dinner.

With a smile on his face Bruce headed off to explore the house he had left behind so many years ago.

"…it's good to be back."

Meanwhile on Mt. Fuji

"Come on, come on, come on!" The blonde immortal currently had several hundred shadow clones rushing about with forensic equipment and documents in their hands.

"There's no way he could have taken to the procedure as well as he did, unless he had their blood running through his veins. But who? All of them were slaughtered, and none were left unattended for years in order for any of their offspring to gain their eyes … all … but … one … Get me the entire folder we have on Sasuke Uchiha NOW!"

A single clone pegged it before returning near instantaneously with a file in his hand, with the name Sasuke written in big bold red letters on the front.

"Everyone, read through it, and find any anomaly you think you can, and that means any, we have to find out where this all started. I want anything, whether it be a birthday celebration or all the way to a binge drinking spree, I need that information now! Get to it!" With the command issued all the clones got to work, struggling to find anything that might of pinpointed if Sasuke Uchiha had relations with anyone whilst rogue and if so, who?

Gotham

Looking down the old elevator shaft, the curiosity that Bruce had tried so hard to quell, suddenly came back as he stared down at the darkness, the only noticeable things about it as the squeaking that could be heard, and the occasional figure flying past.

"Bats?" The murmur was barely loud enough for the figure coming up behind him to hear.

"Yes, Master Bruce. There has long been an infestation of Bats in the lower caves beneath the Manor. Your Father was of the opinion that as long as they stayed down there, they were fine."

With a small leap, and a very, very … very tiny yelp, Bruce turned the evil eye towards his father figure. "I've been trained by the best damn stealth operative and hand to hand combatant in the world, how the hell did you sneak up on me?" It was implausible there was no way that should have happened. "That same person then trained to be constantly aware of my surroundings and how to sense other people. I repeat, how did you sneak up on me?" The incredulous tone of his wards voice caused a small chuckle to escape the aged butler.

"It's something you have given me that all others have not yet earned." The questioning look on his wards face caused him to elaborate. "You have placed your utmost trust in me to the point that your 'chakra' might recognise there is someone there, but not register them as a threat, meaning that you are not required to be warned." A gentle smile, made its way onto the old man's face, 'Ahh, imparting wisdom to the youth very enlightening.'

"I don't believe that."

Only years of experience prevented the man from face faulting at the blunt and rude reply.

"Well, he certainly didn't teach you how to respect your elders did he? Hmph! And I stand by what I said. Now what do you plan on doing with the creatures that have made a home down there?" There was a note of curiosity in the man's voice.

"I think I'll let them stay, who knows they may be useful in the future." With a small smile on his face Bruce stared down the elevator shaft and could have sworn, several of the bats were staring right back at him, as in eye to eye.

But that was impossible, after all, bats are blind are they not?

GOTHAM, 2 ½ MONTHS LATER

It had been a couple of months since the return of Bruce Wayne into Upper society, and the return was joyous for everyone, after all, the Prince of Gotham had returned, and with his return the status of the city also gained support, donations from the bank accounts of the Wayne's had led to better funding for several important stations of the city. Such as the Police, Hospitals and general city jobs.

But with all the donations being made no one noticed the fairly decent dent in the accounts that went to companies all around the world, for materials, components and machining tools. In bulk.

You know, everyday stuff.

"Come on Alfred, let's have a look at the cave down below."

With a tired sigh, Alfred followed his charge into the elevator shaft and waited for was sure to be a long journey, not just going up and down the terribly slow *CREAK*, and unstable ride, but also the talk he was going to have with his young Master, after all, why did he need all that expensive metal ordered by the tonne to the house. How was it going to be moved?

"Master Wayne, I must ask what do you intend to do with all of the materials that you have ordered?"

Bruce looked pointedly anywhere but his father figure, whilst releasing a tired a sigh. He had a feeling this was going to be a long drawn out talk, but he would not waste those six years he spent training.

"Well Alfred, the reason I bought those materials is because I will need them. I'm going to need supplies, backups, backups of backups and this should hold me over for now."

"Supplies for what, Master Bruce? Just what are you planning?"

"I'm going to be a Vigilante."

"… Oh, Master Bruce. Why couldn't you take up Polo instead?"

So guys, long time no see? Heh, sorry about that but I had quite a bit going on in my life, however none of it too severe so in all honesty, sorry. However I'm back and can't wait for what you lot think of the new chapter. A little shorter than the previous but, we are not at the action yet. So don't worry to much about the length just now.

So now we have the beginnings of the Batman.

Is Bruce Wayne an Uchiha? Curious, what do you guys feel about it?

When will Naruto come back? Meh, he'll make appearance here and there but he won't be the focus, unlike 98% of the Naruto's crossovers. Haha.

And what's up with the Bats under Wayne Manor?

Mystery upon Mystery. Not that it will stay like, all you clever sods will put 2 and 2 together and blurt out the answers. Haha, not that I mind but if you could ask/state it in a PM rather than a review much would be appreciated.

Lastly if you have any constructive criticism please feel free to help me make it a better story for you lot, and of course any ideas are welcome, and any questions should be answered over the course of the story.

Peace!