Starting my first young Bruce story. Though hes gunna be a bit younger than 18 because of reasons.

Bruce: 14
Alfred: Late 40's or something (woAh wHat)

In the book it was saying that Alfred was just starting to get gray hairs and I swear I almost screamed 😂
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Bruce was sitting in his room looking through different case files he'd found on the internet. One of his favorite hobbies was trying to figure out different crimes. Most of them were already solved but sometimes he could find cases that were left unsolved.

Bruce had always wished to be a detective when he got older, but he knew he would have to take over Wayne Enterprises when he came of age, so instead he just solved cases on his own. Testing his skills.

The cases he'd come across were never too serious. Mostly robberies and break-ins. But now he'd found a case he took interest in. Murders.
Many people would think that that's the last thing he'd want to hear about after what he'd experienced. Instead, it was something he could never get his mind off of. Since the incident 6 years ago, whenever he heard of a murder, all he could think about was the victim's family who must be suffering.

  The case he had found was of recent events. There had been a chain of murders the police thought were all by the same gang or the same person. This was by the way they killed.

The victim was always killed by a slit throat. If that wasn't cruel enough, they were always left without eyes. Whether that happened first or after they died, the police didn't know.

Bruce had been looking over this case for over a week now and somehow, had a hunch of where they were hiding. He didn't know for sure, but he pieced multiple clues together to give an idea of where the killer or killers might be.

He knew the right thing to do would be to tell the police but, he didn't want to. He wanted to find this out on his own. It wasn't about fame (he already had enough of that) or glory, it was something he felt he had to do himself. Maybe it was to prove he was right. Or it was something deeper, possibly revenge. He had never found the person who killed his parents, so maybe this was a way to get back.

Bruce was pushed out of his thoughts by Alfred telling him it was time for school. He quickly packed his backpack of school things, and of things he'd need on his "mission."

He walked down the stairs and met Alfred at the door. The two walked outside and into the car. Bruce sat in the backseat, behind Alfred. They talked mostly of mundane things until they finally pulled up to Gotham Academy. "Oh Alfred, you don't need to pick me up today. I'm staying later to retake a test." Bruce explained. Alfred gave a suspicious look but nodded.

Bruce stepped out of the car and headed towards the school. He waited a couple minutes until he was sure Alfred had left. He then made his way towards the sidewalk, the opposite direction of the school. He continued walking down the streets of Gotham until he was right at his destination.

It was an old apartment building that looked ready to collapse. There were still residents that lived inside though.

Bruce walked into the old building, ignoring the stares he received from the people in the lobby. He glanced at the room number he'd written on his hand earlier. He made his way up the rickety stairs and down hallways you'd only find in a horror movie. About 10 minutes later, he finally found the room he was looking for.

He tried to open it but, not surprisingly, it was locked. He took off his backpack and unzipped the front pocket. First he glanced around the hallway to make sure no one was watching him, then took out lock picks he packed. Why does he know how to pick locks? Well that's a story for another time. (may actually make that a story, idk 😂)

He quickly picked the lock and slowly opened the apartment door, the door making loud croaks that Bruce hoped no one heard or at least didn't care about.

Inside the room was a mess. There was trash spewed everywhere, clothes thrown about, and dirty dishes anywhere you could think of. It looked like a tornado followed by a hurricane hit the room. Bruce tried his best to ignore the mess, and instead searched for what he could.

So far he hadn't found anything of use. He fell on the couch in frustration. He covered his face with his hands and took deep breaths. "Come on Bruce, focus, there has to be something around here." He said to himself. When he calmed himself down, he removed his hands and glanced about the room once more.

He saw a slip of paper poking behind a bookshelf in the corner. He hopped off of the couch and quickly went over to the shelf. He pushed it from the back so the paper would fall out. A few cockroaches ran out, causing Bruce to jump back. He gave a disgusted look before picking up the paper.

On it was only an address. He examined it for a minute, making sure there wasn't anything he was missing. He then put it in his pocket, pushed the bookshelf back in its original spot, and walked back out the room, closing the door behind him.

He quickly made his way out of the apartment building. He checked his watch and realized he'd been there for almost two hours! Trying to quicken his pace, he ran down the sidewalk, looking for the address. He kept his head low, making sure he wouldn't be recognized and talked to.

He finally made it to where the paper told him to go. He looked up to see an old factory that had burned down years ago. It was still intact but no one ever bought it again. It was instead left there to rot until someone took it down, or it collapsed on its own.

He sneaked around to the back of the building, only to be met with a huge metal fence. He stared at it for a bit until he began to climb it. Once at the top, he threw his backpack down first, then braced himself as he jumped down as well.

He glanced around and found a back entrance. He tried to open it but it was locked from the inside. He once again took off his backpack and unzipped the pocket he put the lockpicks back in, only to find they were missing. He checked his other pockets to make sure he didn't just put them in the wrong one. They were gone.

He cursed himself, now remembering he left them in the apartment. He couldn't go back for them now, he wouldn't have enough time. He stepped around the building, looking for another way in.

He finally found a shattered window he could fit through. He hoisted himself onto the ledge and pulled himself through, accidentally cutting his hand in the process. He winced at the pain but ignored it.

Inside the factory was pitch black. He took out a flashlight and turned it on. He appeared to be alone in the factory. He walked around, looking for any signs of someone being there. He was ready to give up his search when he found a trail of blood.

He was shocked at first, but followed it anyways. The trail went on and on until it stopped at a dead end. Bruce looked at it skeptically, wondering why it stopped there. He flashed his flashlight around the wall, then found a very misplaced brick. The whole wall was a grayish color, except one little brick that was instead black.

He pushed at it, the brick falling backwards. "There's a room behind it." Bruce thought. He then pushed at the other bricks around it, all of them falling the same direction. He kept at it until he left a hole big enough for him to get through.

Behind the wall was another hallway, still pitch black. The blood trail continued. He walked a straight line through the hallway, until the blood turned left into a room. He hesitated but followed into the room.

He heard distant voices where he was. Panicking, he got on the ground and hid behind whatever he could, which happened to be a counter. Once down on the ground, he faced 3 jars full of eyes. His eyes went wide. Covering his mouth to prevent him from screaming, he backed away from the jars and listened to the men talking.

"Ben, I told you, we can't keep doing this, the police are catching on. We have to at least go somewhere else." One man said, a hint of concern in his voice. "Alex! Where else are we going to go? We're too far deep in this shit to back out!" The other man boomed, causing the room to echo.

Bruce took out his phone and lifted it to take a picture. He was going to use it as evidence and present it to the police. He pressed the button to snap the picture, when a flash of light emerged from the phone. Bruce shut off the phone and whispered "shit." "Hey! Who's there?!" The man, Ben yelled. They started to walk towards Bruce's hiding spot, when Bruce stood up and sprinted out of the room. Ben and Alex right on his tail.

Bruce ignored their yelling as he concentrated on his breathing, and remembering how to get out. As he was running, he turned on his phone and called the police. "This is Bruce Wayne," he paused to catch his breath. "I'm at 1432 Hamilton Stre–" He was cut off as one of the men caught his arm and he dropped the phone. It hit the floor with a thud, and shut off.

Bruce wiggled out of the man's grasp as he dodged a punch. The second man came up behind Bruce and kicked his back, sending him to the ground. Alex, the man who kicked him, stood over Bruce and grabbed a knife out of his pocket. Bruce took his chance and kicked Alex in the knees. The man clutches his leg as the knife skidded away from him.

Bruce reached for the knife and stood up. Ben tried to grab the knife out of his hands but Bruce moved out of the way, stabbing him in the shoulder. Bruce grabbed his broken phone and ran.

He made it through the hole in the wall, already hearing the men's footsteps again. He jumped up to the same shattered window he used to get in before. He could feel the fresh air, when two hands grabbed at his foot. He was almost pulled back into the factory, when he heard sirens outside. The man let go and looked at his partner with wide eyes.

Bruce scurried through the window and to the ground. Two police officers ran to him. Bruce heard other officers running into the factory.

He followed the police officers to the front of the building. There were a couple police cars that all had their sirens on. Soon the two men, were both handcuffed and shoved into police cars. The two officers that found him questioned him. Things like "How he found this place." and "What he was doing here."

Finally they left him alone for awhile. He just sat in front of the factory thinking about what had happened. Then he heard someone close shout his name. "Bruce Wayne what the bloody hell were you thinking!" Bruce looked up to see Alfred. He didn't say anything.

Alfred crouched down and hugged him. Bruce was shocked nonetheless. "When I got a call that you were in trouble, I got here as fast as I could." He said. "Ran a few red lights most likely." Alfred joked. Bruce smiled at the last part.

"Why didn't you go to the authorities for this? This kind of work is not for a child." Alfred stated. "I wanted to find this out on my own." Bruce replied. Alfred sighed, "Promise me you won't do this again." Bruce nodded, "I promise." But what Alfred didn't know, was that Bruce was crossing his fingers behind his back.

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2094 wordddsss OMG. That's the most I've ever written before! This was honestly so much fun to write and I hope you like it! Maybe I'll do something else like this?