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'Something is not right.' the Wayne's eldest son, Thomas Wayne Jr. thought. Always, even from the day when he was born, something in everything was not right. He couldn't know what's wrong : his parents and butler who loved him were not wrong and his name were right, but there was something wrong.

Everything─everyone─ around him was not right because of that 'something' he couldn't konw. It made him a nihilist. Why were there good(white) and evil(balck) if everythig was something wrong?

'If I'm not so-called normal child, so be it,' closing a book of child psychology, four years old boy looked up his father and his mother, who opened their eyes widely in shock.

"It doesn't matter." He turned his face away murmuring with hollow smile, then was realized his mother Matha Wayne embraced him.

"Yes, as we love you, it really doen't matter." She said affectionately. He blinked.

"Son," his father, Mr. Wayne put his hand on his son's sholder. "you are the one who you are. Need not to be suitable as the child." there was sense of guilty in his voice. "I'm sorry for said you aren't nomally childish."

"……." The boy tilted his head in confusion before nodded. 'They misjudged my real motives, I just want to know what the hell is wrong. Well…,' he faintly, but sincerely, smiled. '…nothing matters.'

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A year later

Thomas Wayne Jr. aka Tom was sitting in a chair waiting outside the delivery room. Expressionless eyes of a young boy followed his father who wandered from side to side.

Not endure dizziness, he turned to the butler. With eyes leering at his master, the butler shown in faint amusement. Unless you saw him carefully, no one knew it.

"Alfred."

"Yes, little master."

"Will baby fall from the ceiling or spring from the...

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...t. It was while he smiled a cynical smile his parents was discussing the name of the baby. Hearing the name, he greeted the younger brother with slightly ruthful, but, paradoxically, happy smile.

"Hello, Bruce."

Bruce gave him laughter like a scream.

"He seem to like you." Father said laughing.

"Are you…… sure?" Uncertainly, Tom tilted his head. However, his father did not miss the small changes that came into his face, there there is no futility for the first time.

'Maybe…….' He stroked the head of the son. "Thomas, protect your brother as the elder, wouldn't you?"

Jr. glanced at Sr. "As the elder brother?"

Sr. nodded. "As the elder brother."

Thomas Wayne Jr. nodded and chuckled. "I do."

'I cannot help doing it,' he thought darkly. 'What a world, Bruce is the one who make somthing right. Or…….'

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(*) It's his opinion.