Now that he listened closely, he could hear the wave of sirens in the background, likely containing first responders of all varieties by the sounds of it. We- There’s been an accident.”īruce’s shoulders tensed, how could they not? As alarming as the situation was, this was far from Bruce Wayne business. “ Please, this- I’m the chief of staff of Bristol’s Children’s Museum of Science. As far as Bruce was concerned, only a number of people knew both the private number and identity. Calling his personal number to tell him he needed to rush to a children’s museum? It only screamed Batman business. “Who is this? How did you get this number?” He couldn’t help the stiffness in his voice. He didn’t respond until he was outside of the room, leaning against a wall. The rest of the board in the meeting was staring at him, and Bruce gave a brief nod of his head for them to continue as he excused himself.

There was no name attached to the number, the only familiarity being the Gotham area code.

Wayne, you need to get to the children’s museum, down by Bristol mall.” The phone call was brief and clipped, the tone distressed and out of breath, almost distant.

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