Bruce Wayne Stories Rp

*Seven years later after Bruce went to boarding school after his parents were killed,A 16 year old Bruce Wayne climbed out of the back seat of a long black limousine parked in front of Wayne Tower. The driver popped the trunk and hurried to fetch Bruce’s luggage, but the seventeen-year-old beat him to it. “I got it,” Bruce said, lifting the leather bags out of the trunk.

“Are you sure, sir?” the driver asked.

“Yeah,” Bruce said. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” the driver said. “It must feel good to be home.”

Bruce grunted. Did it feel good to be home? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t love the private boarding school he attended, but he didn’t exactly love his life in Wayne Tower, either. Shouldering the bags, he headed up the stairs to the front entrance.

When Bruce exited the elevator into the private residence, Alfred Pennyworth got up from his desk to greet him. The desk was covered in papers. Though his official title was butler, Alfred did much more than that, overseeing the household, guiding Bruce’s education, and handling communications from Wayne Industries

“Bruce!” he called to the teenager enthusiastically. “Welcome home! How was your spring semester?”

Shrugging, Bruce said,“Okay, I guess.”

“Grades good?” Alfred asked, looking innocent.

Bruce: “Think so,” Bruce said, setting down his bags. “I didn’t check.”

Alfred: smiled and held up a notebook computer. “I did. Straight A’s. You made the Dean’s List again.”