Note: This is a guest chapter from Alex.
In The Cave:
Bruce couldn't imagine what his father had gotten him that hadn't been listed in the note. Wasn't the cave, the car, and the suit enough? He looked around in the dark, searching for some sort of light switch so he could see what it was his parents had worked so hard on for him. Finally he spotted what looked like a fuse box and decided that was a good enough place to start.
He nearly walked into several pieces of furniture as he made his way across the room, since he was still in a cast from his second ankle surgery. The lights slowly flickered on, one by one, showing the car and suit in a new light. They were both a deep black and marked with the same bat symbol. He didn't know it yet, but they were bulletproof.
Bruce walked around the room, taking it all in. There were all sorts of things he'd never dreamed of. Boom-a-rangs shaped like bats, more suits, a crystal labeled "kryptonite", and a motorcycle that matched the car. Bruce was amazed when he saw that the motorcycle could come out of the car.
Something rustled in the back seat of the car as he stood there and he froze. He wasn't armed, he was wearing a cast, and he was alone. Alfred had offered to come with him, but he had wanted to come alone.
"Is anybody there?" He shouted. There was silence from the car, so he inched closer.
"Is somebody in the car?" He asked.
A voice grumbled something and there was more rustling.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Bruce demanded.
"Man, I just woke up, quit with the questions." It was a boy, he couldn't even have been a teenager. Bruce didn't know what to say. The kid crawled out of the open car window and leaned against the car.
"Real question is, what are you doing here?"
"My parents left this for me," Bruce started.
"Wait-" the boy interrupted, "You're Bruce Wayne?"
"Yes."
"This is so awesome."
"Well, thank you. Now will you please tell me why you're here?"
"Oh, I've been living here for a few years now."
"How long?" Bruce asked."
"I think it was, like, four years ago that I ended up in this place."
"How's that so?"
"Uh, guy named Alfred said he was supposed to get me from the circus. Sort of bought me, I guess."
"Alfred…" Bruce said more to himself than the boy.
"Yep, that's the name. So I've been here."
"And what's your name?" Bruce asked.
"Dick. Dick Grayson."
"Nice to meet you, Dick. Why don't you come up to the hotel with me and we'll get this all sorted out."