The night air was cold, one of the coolest snaps Gotham had seen in a few years. Even Bruce was affected by the cold air, his cheeks and tip of his nose were red as he walked down the quiet streets of Gotham. It seemed like no one wanted to be out in this cold, not that he could blame anyone. If he could not be out right now he would not be, but he had a business dinner to attend that night. One that had run longer than it was supposed too. Sure Bruce could have had a car come pick him up but he had a feeling he needed to walk back to Wayne Industry where his car was. Bruce had learned years ago to always listen to his gut feelings, then almost never lead him wrong. He had just stopped for a cup of coffee when movement in an alley caught his attention.

He would give the worker some cash leaving a rather large tip as he walked out of the coffee shop slowly making his way to the alley whistling a tune as his shoes crunched on the fresh snow. There against the wall was a small figure sitting on the ground. So small that anyone else would have missed them. But not him. Slowly still whistling his tune to allow the person to know they were no longer alone, he approached and crouched down.

“Do you like coffee?” He asked, holding out the cup he had just gotten as he watched the- Bruce’s blood run cold when he saw the person holding a blanket around themselves. A kid. Maybe a teen. But far too young to be out here alone. They were dressed in what looked like a medical gown yet it was not from any hospital in Gotham. “I just got it.” He flashed the kid his best Brucie smile hoping to gain the kids trust. He needed to know what happened to them, and where they had come from.