It was a dark rainy night in Gotham. The sky was cloudy and the streets were soaked with rain. The smog in the air was a painful reminder of how the large factories and businesses affected the city. Bruce had decided to take a back seat position as a vigilante today, Deciding to go out in his drifter outfit and wander the soaked streets with the rest of gothams poor. His black eye makeup was dripping down his face and he smelt like he hadn’t showed in weeks, which was probably true at this point. And he had been in the middle of a small group of people, waiting to cross the street at a busy intersection when he locked eyes with a person on the other side of the street, someone who seemed eerily familiar. The eyes seemed to bore into his like a forgotten past and the two..Locked eyes from across the street. And for a moment, Bruce was brought ten years back in his memory…he’d lost his parents a couple years back and had made a friend shortly after, a kid that had helped him through his rough times and had ultimately helped him come up with the whole vigilante idea..But then..just dissapeared after winter break one year. And Bruce had tried to contact them, tried to find his friend..but never could