-Wayne's Manor-

Alfred Pennyworth stood at the edge of the grand father clock, a tray of food in hand. Cautiously, he turned the hands of it to the exact time of his master's parents death. 10:47. He never understand why in the bloody world would Bruce set it this way.

As a memorial? As a reminder? But if it is, for what cause? A reminder that he had failed? A reminder that he have to do his best? Just. What? Alfred shook the thoughts to the back of his head again. Just like every time he made his way down to the cave.

"Master Bruce?" He called out, hoping to hear any response. There was none. He sighed in knowledge. His master was probably-no. His master was bound to be in deep thoughts. He knew. After all, that poor little boy had met the same fate as his master. Losing both of his parents at such an early age.

Alfred walked into the cave without making too much sound. In fact, there was only little to no sound at all caused by his footsteps. Upon entering, he immediately squinted his eyes a little. The computers of the cave was still active. Blue light illuminating from it. A figure stood in front of it, sometimes pacing and murmuring to himself.

Alfred glanced at the scene displayed in front of him, noticing  several plates of food. Untouched. His master face was showing bags. Eyes red from staring at the screen for far too long. Bruce was still in his Batsuit. Again. Just like the day before. And the day before that. And so on. He sighed inaudibly and once again called out to his master, this time in a bit of a scolding manner.

"Master Bruce! This is getting quite out of hand. You haven't even touched the food I brought you last night!"

Bruce head snapped a little, but soon relaxed as he saw it was only his trusted butler. "Alfred." He mumbled, giving a small reassuring but tired smile.

"I understand your concern for the boy. But please, if you want to take care of his problem... Take care of yourself first." Alfred gave Bruce a glance and set the plates swiftly to the side of the table.

After a few moments of nothing but pure silence Bruce finally replied. "I know Alfred. It's just that.... You know exactly what I feel." Taking a long sigh, he then continued. "He may have met the same fate as me. But there's a different. A big different. I had you by my side... And he... He doesn't have anybody!" he almost exclaimed at the last part.

Alfred gave Bruce a small smile and brought the food down. "It's okay master Bruce. I'm sure you'll fix the problem soon enough. Now please, eat. I'm going to go now." With that being said, Alfred turned around and left quietly.

Bruce stared at the leaving figure and quickly resumed back to his work, typing away. 'Sorry Alfred, but I'll try to eat it later. I still haven't found him... yet.' Bruce didn't mind his growling stomach, he didn't mind about his muscles getting sore (very sore I tell you), and he never minded the computer light that's starting to hurt his eyes. His mind was already set on something. Well, someone to be precise.

He had to find the boy.

Why you asked?

Because he's been missing from the day of the accident.

And no one.

Not even him. The greatest detective of all time..... Has seen him since then.

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(A/N): Short chapter (like reaaaallllly short)! I know.... I'm really sorry. School's been hectic for me. And for the following week I'll be having exams. So yeah... I have an exam week. Bruh. :'D Pray and wish me luck. I hope you guys enjoyed that and not be bothered for the fact that I'll be inactive for the time being. Ahahahah. I got to study again....

Do what you must and stay whelmed guys!

Evilness herself.... OUT!!!