"Wot has happen here?" Picking up his glasses which is sliding of his nose, the butler is far from pleased hearing Russell crying in pain, Bruce, ordered by Alfred to get a bag of ice at once. Being quick, the young man came back quickly down and up the stairs placing on the wannabe wrestler's shoulder who is crying louder.
Bruce explain the whole situation to his butler on how he feels bad about everything. "Hasn't your father told you to never do such things." Sniffling and nodding yes, "Master Bruce, please call your father at once to let him known what has happen to young Russell. I'll call the hospital so they may meet up with us at once."
At the enterprise where business men Jared Madison and Thomas Wayne are at negotiating business to reach an agreement to expand Madison Citadel in Gotham City, Thomas Wayne is received a phone call from his son, "dad, it's me Bruce," stopping on what the two men are doing immediate, the father of caller noticed the tone of the concern boy is, "Russell broke his shoulder. He is going to be taken ER with Alfred and I." Hearing this, Thomas told his son he will be there at once.
Concern about has just happen, Jared asked his fellow business man on what just happen. Thomas explain and told him they have to go at once. "My boy," Nodding to the inquirer, "we have go there now, please Mr. Wayne do hurry as fast as you can." With both men picking up their coats and hats off the rack, the surgeon lead the out first with the struggling hotel owner following suit calling out for a taxi cab to pick up the gentlemen.
"I am so sorry Russell, this is all my fault, if I were able to get up sooner I would of been able catch you." Whimpering a little, the injured boy shook his head no while holding on to the pack of ice close to him and smile faintly at Bruce.
"Was me Brucey, I shouldn't of tackle you down." Looking down by being ashamed, "I'm sorry." saying in a very meek voice with Alfred being pleased that both boys took very mature approach of their matters as he left to go and get the car to drive the injured young man to the ER. "Are we still fwends?" Smiling gently, Bruce nodded.
"Of course silly." Looking up at his friend, Russell gave him a huge toothless smile, "just try and don't do that again, alright Russell?" Nodding as they arrived into the ER which Alfred let the boys out and into the doors to check in Jared's son to be seen by a doctor as soon as possible. The secretary asked for the boy's information in which the butler do not have, but soon after the fathers' came in to see their boys giving them big hugs.
"If I may sirs, I do like to apologize for my lack of responsibility for not keeping an eye of the boys." Politely covering up Alfred's mouth, Russell interrupted quickly catching everybody off guard. With their fathers letting go of the boys.
"Please Mr. Pennyworth, do not have say anything. It was my fault, so please; don't punish Brucey or Alfewd." Looking down, Russell humbled himself with even the sectarian in awe and surprise as she took the boy's paperwork given by the father with a smile.
"So, how old are you young man?" Shutting her eyes with a a big genuine smile. Holding up the number five as he counted each finger individually in an adorable tone, "so adorable! You know, I have niece in Peyote where you are you from she's your age. Her name is Papillion, it's Japanese for butterfly; have you heard of her?" Russell shook his head, "oh well, maybe one day. You can go in now." As the woman tapped his nose gently, wit's the nurse flagged for group to come on in to an open room.
Thomas pulled Bruce aside and which Alfred did too, to be close to his masters. "Bruce, you know I do not approve of lying. Is this all true?" Nodding once with Thomas watching his eye contact close with Alfred behind the young master. "Alright, just making sure. That Russell kid and his father, Jared; make good company. You and two will make good friends for life."
"If I may suggest sirs, if we wait here for the Madison's right here in waiting room. For privacy reasons." The Wayne's nodded on the idea. "Ahem, Master Thomas does make a good point Master Bruce. About you and young Russell becoming good friends that it. A good friendship like that doesn't happen everyday," Not happy still is looking down his chair in the waiting room as he sighed with the secretary even asked what's wrong.
"He does make a good friend. He is not like the other kids here, and that is the thing, he is not from here." Knowing the point that is made, now sees why Bruce is upset, "it's not fair." Placing his elbows on the chair with his palm on his cheeks, pouting with a long face. Kicking his feet, Thomas, placed a hand on his son's shoulder by telling him he will make sure his boy may visit Peyote as often as time would allow.
The Japanese decent employee gave the upset boy a sucker to cheer him up. And that it did, with Russell with a green cast on signed by his doctor and nurse, Jared is holding on to son's free arm; the carefree boy dashed over to give Bruce a big hug with the adults shaking their heads. "At lease we are in the right place if something does happen again." Alfred added his deadpan remark.
"Hey guys, would you like to sign my cast?" Smiling in the most cutest way possible, the injured boy took out a marker once his father let go his hand. "You too miss secretary lady?" Everyone got up from their seats to sign Russell's cast happy and willingly.
"So Russell, how long you have to wear the cast for?" Bruce questioned while writing on it, "heal quickly, your new friend, Bruce". This frown the injured boy while holding up a number four on his hands. "Four weeks? Tough, but don't be sad. Dad said I can come visit to play whenever!" Hearing this brighten up Russell immensely while looking at his dad for his approval of which he nod.
"Great idea, the boys did kick it off quite well." Looking at his watch, Thomas noticed how late it was. "We should finish this on Monday, I promise Martha we will go see Zorro at the theater tomorrow. Understanding this, Jared took back Russell's arm after everyone signed the cast for him with a bittersweet goodbye. "You know Jared and your boy Russell are welcome to stay." This put a small smile on the kids, but the man refused.
"Thank you Thomas, but I must politely decline. I do not want to seem like a bother; you've already done so much for myself and my son. I believe what will be done on Monday will be the reward for us, isn't that correct Russell?" Looking down with a downcast face, the boy nodded.
"Yes sir." The discourage son replied meekly. "I hope to see you Monday, Brucey." Waving goodbye to everybody while exiting the sliding doors, Russell tugged on his father sleeve, "dad, where will sleep?" Yawning, the tired boy rubbed his sleepy eyes. Moving his pucker lips upwards, Jared check his wallet it was barley enough for one more night. Pointing to a run down motel, is hinted where the two will be sleeping for the night. Picking up Russell over his shoulder, the widower scrolled over to the motel.