It was yet another gloomy day in Gotham, whose dark and rainy atmosphere matched its city's dangerous nightlife. Bruce Wayne. The heir of the Wayne family, the billionaire playboy, the billionaire brat, and many more nicknames for him was currently out in today's weather. He had just walked outside of one of the restaurants he owned, one of the most expensive and lavish ones, holding a cup of coffee as he headed towards his black sports car that was waiting for him, when he accidentally bumped into a boy who seemed to be waiting for someone while standing on the sidewalk. His coffee accidentally spilling onto the young boy's clothes. Little did he know that the kid he had just bumped into was the grandson of his beloved and loyal butler, Alfred Pennyworth. Who had never said a word about the boy. So Bruce obviously didn't even know who the boy was that he bumped into.