16 years later

A full grown adult, Russell Madison who is celebrating his 21st birthday in Peyote inside the grand opening of the very first Madison Citadel. The lean, but slightly muscular, clean shaven, Buddy Holly glasses, white suit with vertical black lines, black dress shoes, (which both laces are tied), Princeton haircut and painted black finger nails.

Accompanying the birthday man's father, is the founder of the hotel owner, Jared who is currently going through cancer. Carrying a cane for his brittle and weak body due to the chemotherapy, the bald, wrinkled body, bags under his exhausted eyes, the father still made an effort to celebrate his only child's birthday and heir to the hotel.

Helping along the father, Russell's closet boyfriend, Sirius. But due to the closed minded of the city Peyote, only two other people know the real fact the future owner is gay. Jared and fellow college student, future attorney Aubrey Durante.

"You told me Bruce Wayne would be here." Question Russell's multiracial boyfriend, the single loop earring, black goatee and fine mustache, baby blue suit, brown shoes, hazel eyes, Quiff hair style and with a vodka in hand, "hope you weren't a fibbing, Russ." Nudging him playfully with lots of eyes watching the two closely. The guest are mumbling hateful comments under their breaths.

"Did you know, that Russell boy is a fag?" Mumbled one person, "no way he could ever run a business, who then would take over once the fairy dies?"

Watching and listening closely too is Aubrey, a pretty boy blonde with piercing blue eyes, dapper up in a fine Italian black suit is top of his class. With him, is girlfriend of Japanese decent Papillion Choucho. Wearing black and white stripes knee high socks, Chuck Taylor shoes, long black hair pig tails, pink fairy skirt, and light pink strip shirt is an aspiring video game designer.

The future attorney pulled aside the birthday boy, "Russell, as a friend I am warning you," very cautiously whispered the concern friend, "all these are saying some negative things about you and Sirius. I think they know." Watching too, the future heir noticed what his friend warn him about. Looking at his watch, Russell hoped his old friend Bruce would arrive already. "Leave it to me, I'll distract them perfectly." Volunteering, Aubrey stepped forward with a drink in hand and Papillion in the other. Confused, the young man return to his father whom called him over.

"Son, maybe this was a bad idea." Speaking with a hoarse, raspy voice, the owner of Madison Citadel, Jared sat down with a slight struggle. With blood shot color eyes and the bags under them the dying man does not know how much longer he has to live, "but to see you all grown up Russell makes me the happiest man in the world. You are truly a rare treasure your mother left me." Tears shed from both man, "do me a favor son, when I die to never let anyone take away our business that I worked so hard for you to have a solid future. Money does not lead happiness, but guilt and regret. When you feel down, spend it on others so you can be genuinely happy, Russell."

Taking a heavy deep, a man, not much taller than Russell stood behind the owner a black suit dress to kill, with black hair, ocean blue eyes greeted the father and son, "well I can drink to that, can you Russell?" Hearing a deep, but not gruff voice with two women wrapped around his arm with a smooth charming smile raised up his glass. Turning around, a familiar aura went down the son's spine.

"Yeah I can, Bruce." Turning around to see his old childhood friend, now billionaire Bruce Wayne. Greeting him with a 'bro hug', Russell smile brightly like a kid in a candy store with Sirius coming to see the communion while Aubrey found a mic to greet Gotham's playboy to distract the attention around Russell's sexual ordination. "My goodness, how you been old friend, keeping the ladies off you seems to be not one of them." Laughing at the joke, both friends briefly jeered into was pulled aside.

Excusing himself from the women and Jared accompany, Bruce looked confused, but stern before Sirius eagerly introduce himself, "So, you're the notorious Bruce Wayne I've been told so much about." Taking out his hand to greet himself, "don't worry Bruce, nothing but good things; promise." Greeting back more people came down the stairs to see Gotham's own along with Aubrey.

"People, people I am flatter, but if I could a moment with the birthday boy?"humbled Bruce waved Russell to go outside the hotel. Leaving from the front doors with drinks in their hands on the mildly, balmy chilly weather. "How did your father do it? I remember clearly like it was yesterday Jared came to my dad about this and never finished the transaction due to my unfortunate event." Vehicles drove by, lights flickering on, and palm trees swaying softly.

"My dad met with his old friend B.N. Goodnight for the transition to progress." Raising an eyebrow with both gentlemen stop silence with the speak of devil guest has arrived, "oh, Mr. Goodnight, you've finally arrived. Lepiota great to see you too. Is that a ring I see?" Arriving in an orange suit checker pattern suit, brown dress shoes, Rolex watch, gray medium length hair ponytail, and 70s style glasses, "I was just talking to my old friend Bruce Wayne on how you've donated money to Madison Citadel." Nodding to the question, the future Lady Goodnight, Lepiota Bellucci is wearing a purple sleeveless silk mermaid style dress flaunted her 14k diamond crafted engagement ring to the men sparkled the Hispanic Italian chocolate woman eyes.

Watching closely, Wayne notices something suspicious with man. Nonetheless, he greeted Goodnight casually. "Nice to meet you Mr. Goodnight, this was a kind gesture you've done for the Madisons." Everyone shook hand shook each other. Half smiling, Bruce watched Russell whom greeted the old family friend with a close eye. "And congratulations to you and the future wife."

"Why yes, after young Russell and Jared left your beloved city; my dear friend thought it would of been a burden to ask so they came to me." Placing his hand on his head, with eyes shut, the birthday boy felt a pulsing, throbbing headache on his temple. "Is there something the matter; too many drinks?" Laughing to himself Goodnight and Lepiota just smile while took off the oversize glasses, Russell rubbed between his eyes. Doing so for a slight second, many demons swam, crawling, screeching, grabbing through his visions, until the man shook it off.

"These demons, they are like from my nightmare when I'm asleep. But why am I seeing them when I'm awake." Questioning him, the young man brushed it off.

Bruce has a feeling there's something more to it with Sirius and Aubrey dashed out to the doors to get Russell. Everyone turned around to face the door, "Russell, Russell," panting heavily and placing his knees to catch wind Sirius delivered the message, "your father passed out!" Panic escaped the son's face. Dashing back inside along with Bruce, Lepiota, B.N., everybody inside, circle Jared's laying body.

"Dad? Dad!" The crowd moved aside for the concern son who is down on his knees, next to his dad. "Dad, what happen to you?" Holding Jared's hand, Russell felt on how cold rapid the weak man is becoming. Sirius, Bruce, Papilion, and Aubrey stood beside him with Goodnight watching in the corner of his eye who only pretending to feel sorrow with his lady next to him. The son of a once famous doctor, Bruce noticed the man's pulse is weakening.

"Russell, there you are." Reaching out for his only son, smiling weakly, "remember this boy, fight for what passionated about. You have unique way of uniting people." Crying, knowing he will never see his son succeed; but thrilled to see the man Russell has become, and knowing he has raised him the best he could as a single father. "Take care son, do Peyote proud like I've felt about you." Pulling out inside his pocket to trying reach a ticket, but couldn't in time. His last breath became its last, and the new hotel owner broke down in tears will everyone, but the four friends left to console.

Goodnight and Lepiota walked into try to console Russell, "Young Russell, I am so sorry for the sudden lost of your father. Jared without a doubt was indeed a good man; very proud to call him a friend." Showing empathy towards the young man with Lepiota putting her hand on the young man, but pulled aside quickly. Aubrey pulled the ticket away from Jared's deceased hand to see.

"It is a plane ticket, Russell to Japan." Taking it from Aubrey, Russell looked at it with surprise, "It looks like your dad this intended for you as a birthday gift." Looking over Russell's friends shoulder both Goodnights seen it as opportunity to scheme a plan to their advantage. Stepping aside, the two excused themselves.

"Well, on behalf myself and Lady, we are truly sorry for this double sword event; but we will leave you be." Leaving the hotel with everyone watching made sure they were out of sight as the headed to a near by alley. Two young prosatude women spotted them with their ripped dress and greasy hair, "do you rats have a name?" Inquired B.N. in a calm matter.

"Lenore, and this here is Elenore." The bold red head, Lenore spoke on behalf of the two, "but we are not from here, we're from Gotham City. We were just leaving." Doing so, the dark hair woman Elenore, followed aside her closest and only friend Lenore back where they are from.

Click, clack, click, clack. The sounds of their high heels echo into the cool night.

"That red head, she has spunk. I like her." Folding her arm, Lepiota is slightly jealous, "yes, back to work." Taking out his cell phone, Goodnight called in his office, "Little White, it's me. It's a go."

Now with unfortunate death of Russell Madison's father what will he do? Will he go to Japan, but why did his father buy him a ticket. And who is this Little White Goodnight spoke with? Find out soon.