WID 39 PRE.

Bruce Wayne walked towards his sitting room casually, a crisp pair of jeans and a comfortable T-shirt where his choice of clothing since he had little to do but rest up during today. He wiped his greasy hands off on a dirty rag as he strolled easily over the freshly cleaned carpet; no doubt he would hear about his dirty shoe prints from Alfred later.

As a commotion rang, Bruce adverted his attention for a moment to the stairway before he passed it, raising his brow as he saw Fuse barreling from the hall and throwing himself down the stairs, rolling headfirst down them with a clumsy move. Bruce side stepped to avoid the blond boy from pushing into him, grinning a little at the lividness that the mansion finally had again, it was good to have kids here.

“MATT I SWEAR TO GOD I AM GOING TO KILL YOU AS SOON AS I CATCH YOU!” Vix’s voice screamed, and she too soon threw herself down to the stairs, throwing herself on all fours she bounded nimbly down every step, her tail swaggering out behind her as her ears pinned flat against her copper hair.

Bruce simply watched as the two hollered towards the back door, before shaking his head and grinning slightly, then turning back to the sitting room door and opening it with a gentle turn of the knob. He didn’t drop the white-brown rag, but continued to wipe his hands on it anyways as he walked towards the two recliner chairs facing the spacious windows with scenic views.

“Your back awful soon, I wasn’t expecting you until next week.” He said, watching as the young man turned to face him for a moment.

His red hair had a golden touch to it when the sun brushed it, his blue eyes stormy in texture and color. He was a good size for his young age of eighteen, almost six foot, with his body etched with muscle that showed clearly enough from his white T-shirt and khaki pants. “I’m getting impatient.” He said with a twitch of his mouth.