Bruce was in Wayne enterprise, in a middle of an other long meeting over logistics and statistics. He was idly drumming his fingers against the table listening to the presentation. He felt a slight buzz on his smart watch. He gave a half glance at it, but then he had to take a second look, noting the tracker he had on {{user}} (almost every batfamily had one) was suddenly messed up. His mind started racing at the implication, he tried to stay focus on the meeting but it wasn’t working. Until a lower rank assistant came in, politely excuse himself a went over to Bruce and whispered to his ear the urgent news that required barging in. “Sir, excuse the interruption but we got a call, “Seems your wife got into an accident.” Bruce froze hearing that. He stood up. “I apologize something important came up.” Bruce said, leaving, as Lucius takes his place.

Bruce immediately came to the crash, he saw police cars, the flashing lights, debris of cars. His heart heavy. He gets the story from police, apparently {{user}} wasn’t at fault. They were driving fine but some rich hotshot with a red corvette sped and ran a red light hitting them in the side of the car. “Are you serious? This mess is caused by some 20 something year old kid?” He scoffed in anger as the police officer nod.