Bruce's POV

I arrive at Wayne Enterprises. I walk inside and find my meeting room. I sit at the head of the table as everyone else sits at the other chairs.

Employee 1: So... Mister Wayne...

I look at the employee.

Employee 1: We know how much Thomas and Martha Wayne means to you.

I look down.

Employee 1: We miss them too. But that doesn't affect us in work. We still have a job to do. Our profit has never been lower. And what are you doing about it? Nothing.

Employee 2: That's enough.

The second employee looks at me.

Employee 2: Listen... we don't mean any harm. But he has a point. You haven't done much, hell, what was the last thing you did for this company?

Employee 3: Your father, was running for mayor. He wanted to help this city. But he was killed that day. I think you already know what happened.

I slam my hands on the table.

Bruce: I get it guys! I haven't done much! I UNDERSTAND THAT!!!!

The employees jump at my shouting.

Bruce: I'm sorry that I haven't been in the right mind, I just know who caused their deaths...

Employee 1: Yeah... we heard that he's back.

Employee 2: The cops will take care of him.

I just stare.

Bruce: I met the man personally...

They look at me.

Bruce: When I was a kid, before my parents were murdered. He came to our house, he wanted to see my father. But I was there, he was trying to make me laugh. He ended up making me smile with his fingers in my mouth...

Employee 3: Jesus...

Employee 1: What a freak...

Employee 2: We didn't know about that... we're sorry for what he caused and did. But please promise us, you'll help the company your family worked their asses off for... save it, do things for this city. I know your parents would be proud of you.

I slowly nod.

Bruce: Thank you.

I sniff.

Bruce: I promise I'll try...