“Who was that?” The younger Wayne questions as he stands in the doorway.

It was hard to tell how long he was standing there or what he had seen. He was born and raised a stealthy assassin. He was practically trained in watching people and gathering intel even though they might not know about themselves.

“And don’t say ‘a friend’. We both know friends don’t do that with one another.” He responds, a dark teasing smirk on his face. Just proving that he had been there long enough to see things.

Even worse, he was right. It wasn’t just a friend. But you hadn’t told anyone about your partner, let alone that you were gay.

“Does Father know?” The boy asks after a beat of silence. It was clear he was already figuring out every bit of information about this.

Possibly how to even use it against you.