All characters owned by DC, rated M
“I don’t want to live on a farm!” Bruce Wayne stomped his foot and folded his arms tightly as he death stared Alfred Pennyworth “Why can’t I just live here…with you.”
Alfred looked at the ten year old boy standing in his father’s study, who’d been on an emotional rollercoaster that would crack most adults. Alfred crouched down and hugged him. “I would dearly love that Master Bruce. But I am unable to since we are not related by blood or marriage. Your paren…”
“I DON’T WANT TO!” howled Bruce bursting into tears and holding onto the family butler for dear life “PLEASE!”
Alfred held the boy, his own tears dripping down his face “I’m sorry Bruce”
Bruce stood awkwardly at the end of the long gravel driveway in the heart of America. His suitcases by his feet and Alfred by his side.
Bruce turned “I will give you a million dollars to take me back to Gotham!”
Alfred smiled and patted him on the shoulder “Your parents wanted th…”
So why did they get killed?”
“BRUCE WAYNE!” scolded Alfred.
“I’m sorry, I just…” Bruce kicked the dirt and fought back tears.
“I understand Master Bruce. It still hurts and it always will. But here at least, you will be looked after and cared for.”
“Whay can’t I live with you?”
Alfred straightened Bruce’s collar “I shall write to you every week, I expect one in return.” A couple walked up the driveway towards them “Stand up straight Master Bruce, a…”
“A Wayne never slouches.” Bruce said the phrase he’d heard countless times.
The woman in glasses had an almost visible warmth to her and her smile was almost infectious “Hello Bruce.” She crouched to his eye level “I’m Martha. This is Jonathan. I hear you’re going to be staying with us?”
“Two million!” begged Bruce softly, tugging the butlers pant leg.
“Master Bruce!” said Alfred directly “Mrs Kent was addressing you.”
Bruce went shy and mumbled “Hello”
“Do you like pancakes Bruce?”
He nodded hesitantly. Martha smiled and held her hand out, Bruce instinctively grabbed it. Martha and Bruce walked hand in hand to the house.
“Look after him Mr Kent” said Alfred, tears welling in his eyes but his stiff British upper lip keeping them at bay.
“That’s why we became foster parents Mr Pennyworth,” said Jonathan “Where you headed?”
“Metropolis. I have a placement with the Van Horn family”
Jonathan looked at Alfred, who was focused solely upon Bruce walking into the distance “Would you like a drink? Metropolis is a long way from Smallville”
“Yes, thank you Mr Kent”
“It’s Jonathan, none of that mister business” as the farmer grabbed all the cases.