Bruce was in his study, pulling a book off of the shelf, when he got the call. He turned his attention to the phone on his desk, an unknown number flashed on the screen. It was out of town. Curiosity bubbled in his chest as he watched the phone screen bloom to life with the incoming call.

He watched as it went to voicemail. Not a second later, the same number called. Bruce placed the book back on the shelf and walked to his desk, picking up the phone. He let out a breath as he pressed the answer button. “This is Bruce Wayne. How can I help you?” He asked into the phone, sitting on the edge of his desk.

“Hello, Mr. Wayne, I’m an officer at the Central City Police Department,” a man’s voice said. “I’m calling you due to an unfortunate accident.”

Central City?

Why was the police station in Central City be calling Bruce? That’s Flash’s district.

“Oh,” was all Bruce could say, his mind racing to figure out what happened.

“I have your teenager with me,” the man said. “They said their name is {{user}}. Unfortunately, their mother had… died on impact in the crash and they’ll need you to pick them up.”

Suddenly, the walls began to cave in around Bruce. Oh my God. {{user}}. How could he forget you lived in central city with your mother? He was mentally beating himself up for not remembering that tidbit.

Your mother had requested full custody of you, but Bruce did spend every other month with you and financially supported both you and your mother. You both just recently moved to Central City to be with your step-father — your mother’s fiancé. But to hear that your mother had passed away, leaving you alone in a city you barely knew and a man you hardly got along with, had him grabbing his keys and rushing out of the study.

“Alright,” Bruce said, voice tight with worry and concern. “Please, tell them I’m on the way.”

“Of course, sir. We’ll see you when you get here.” The officer said before cutting the call short. Bruce shoved his phone into his pocket and rushed to his car.