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This story will either sit on my computer and never to be finished or be rewritten into a different idea in the future. IDK. Either way, here’s the second part of a Brucinette one-shot that I was working on before stopping.
They all waited impatiently for their mysterious guest. Alfred had gone to answer the door. There wasn’t even a doorbell ring.
Despite his father’s paranoia, Damian couldn’t find anything on a person named Callahan. He searched through all their databases. He even inquired the help of Tim.
It was no secret that they were all on edge.
When Alfred returns, a man in a brown trench coat holding a briefcase stands behind him.
“Mr. Callahan is here to shed some light on the situation regarding Master Bruce’s disappearance. Unfortunately, even some things are out of my hands, and this is one of them. Let enjoy dinner while it’s still hot and save the questions for after.”
Dinner was silent with small talk here and there. The family of detectives hung onto every word the man said. Trying to figure out his plan.
Alfred clears the table, leaving the detectives with their prey. Callahan clears his throat and lifts the briefcase onto the table. “As Alfred mentioned when I’d first arrived, the name’s Callahan, and I’m one of Bruce’s lawyers.”
Damian glowers at the man, slamming his hand down. “I know all of father’s lawyers, but your name has never come up. Who are you, really, Callahan?”
Callahan smirks, “I’m someone that worked with Bruce long before any of your arrivals to the family.” The briefcase clicks open.
Kate, who asked to join dinner as support, spent the time analyzing the lawyer. Callahan, why did that name sound so familiar? She ran years of memories trying to piece it together. Her gasp is covered by a feign cough into her fist.
Callahan sends her a curt nod before proceeding to take out a folder.
“For anyone who doesn’t know, there is a Mrs. Bruce Wayne,” Callahan announces, revealing a marriage certificate. Dick is the first to take the certificate into his hands. He doesn’t say a word, noticing the year dating back almost two decades.
The document seemed so foreign.
“A-and it’s not Selina?” Dick hasn’t let go of the document when Tim asks Callahan the question. Yet the uncertainty of the question made it all too real.
“Ms. Kyle is not one of my cases regarding Mr. Wayne. Though, Mr. Wayne did call me to draw up some papers if they were to pursue a serious relationship such as marriage.”
“Divorce papers?” Callahan chuckles and shifts through papers. By now, everyone had viewed the marriage certificate.
“They are on everything except paper.” He pulls out an unsigned divorce document dated a few years later after the marriage certificate.
A lot of things can happen in a span of a few years. Dread fills Damian. Was being the only blood child a lie?
Dick sees the torment in Damian, and asks, “Did they have any children?” If they did, the child would have been around Tim’s age.
Callahan shakes his head. “I’m unsure. When they filed the divorce initially, there no mention of children. Mrs. Cheng and I are not in contact with each other unless it’s to discuss Mr. Wayne and their marriage.”
“She doesn’t go by Wayne?” Damian perks up. Maybe all his fears were for nothing.
“Heavens no, Mrs. Cheng wants nothing to do with the name. Their marriage was not that out of love but out of necessity. Think it of as a business transaction. They wanted their legacy to be protective.”
“This is a take it to my grave kind of secret, isn’t it?” Jason looks up, the divorce and marriage certificate both in his hands.
“In a way, yes. Mr. Wayne hoped that you all would have been of age, or that he would have remarried by this time. Unfortunately, none of those are at play.”
“Who else knows?” That was one of many million-dollar questions for tonight.
Callahan takes another breath, eyeing a folder labeled “NDAs.”
“Once again, I am unsure. I only have NDAs for those not in their inner circle.” Callahan takes the folder into his grasp.
“Then why tell us?” Jason demands, slamming the papers down on the table with no care of their importance.
“Hmm, Mr. Wayne’s will, of course.”
“Fuck his will; Bruce should be the one telling us about this stuff like the man he is.” Jason was fuming. The weight of this hidden truth finally set in.
“Jason,” Dick murmurs, looking at his youngest brother. “Yelling at Callahan is going to get us nowhere.” Jason scoffs.
“You know I’m right. Imagine the life we could have had.” None of the Wayne kids could have refuted that. Since the whole Bruce is married came up, they all wonder what their lives could have been. Would some of them even be here?
Callahan clears his throat. “The W.E. board has elected Mrs. Cheng to continue running the business until Mr. Drake, here has come of age.” He pauses. “That’s if you wish to continue being the co-CEO.”
Tim doesn’t answer the lawyer. He couldn’t. Stephanie rests her hand against Tim’s arm, sending him a small smile. Instead of speaking, he sends the lawyer an acknowledging nod, hoping no one else would have noticed.
Setting down her glass of water, Cass puts out, “She’s coming here, isn’t she?”
“You’ll be correct, Miss Cassandra.” Alfred appears. “Mr. Callahan, please state what is in the will.”
Callahan nods and begins to read a section of the will aloud. “If I, Bruce Thomas Wayne, were to go without contact after ninety days then my wife, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Wayne, will take control of all my assets until I am declared officially deceased…”
Callahan stops after reading. “Mr. Wayne always had a knack for overly preparing. The reason, I am here is because no-one had been in contact with Mr. Wayne in over ninety days.”
“But there that been times when Bruce did go MIA for over ninety days, but what makes this one so different?” Dick points out.
“That will be where I come in, Master Richard. You are correct that this is not the first time as I’m always aware. However, I personally had no contact with him nor has Ms. Cheng or any of you. I was skeptical at first to bring Mr. Callahan here to enact his will, but the Wayne Enterprise board forced my hand.”
“The broad? What does the broad have to do with this?” Tim asks, remembering the unopened business emails.
“The Bruce sabbatical plan backfired. They were already planning on hiring a new CEO; Mr. Fox declined the idea, and legally Ms. Cheng was the next person in line. They had called her to which she called me for answers.” Oh. That was not the news the family wanted to hear.
They all fumble to say the right words. Some got up and left the table completely. This was out of their hands, and it was practically too late to find any loopholes.
“Dinner was wonderful as always, Alfred. I’m sorry that it ended the way it did.” Callahan states at the main door. Alfred shakes his head and reassures the lawyer.
“It’ll be nice to have a woman’s touch in here.” Kate states from behind the butler. “Why didn’t you mention Terry. They have a right to know, especially the kid.”
“Terrence has no interest in knowing his father legacy. Him and Master Bruce had a fallout the last time they spoke. He looks up to Mr. Couffaine as a father figure.” Kate and Callahan shake their heads. They know what’s coming.
The three bid their farewells. Yet, Alfred remains deep in thought.
