Leo Joins the Bat Brigade

The Death of a Sandwich

A/n: Hey guys! Been a while hasn't it? Here's the chapter. :)

Bruce sighed and ran his hand through his hair, taking another sip of his (now cold) coffee.

He had been relentlessly trying to track this kid down, and he hadn't found a thing. Nada. Nothing. Not even Tim could find him. It was like he was a ghost that even the security cameras couldn't track.

Bruce sighed again and got out of his chair. He had a meeting in a few minutes, and Alfred had asked him earlier to drop by the pharmacy to pick up more bandages. You wouldn't believe how many the Wayne family went through in a week. Mostly because of Damian. The kid was a nightmare most days. Especially since he just got a new set of katanas from his mother.

"Going out sir?" Alfred asked while handing Bruce his jacket.

"Yes, I have a meeting I need to get to. And gauze to buy."

Alfred gave him a small smile. "It's nice to see you getting out of the cave for once. Perhaps after your meeting, you'll take a break to go to the park for some fresh air?" he asked, slowly raising an eyebrow. "Perhaps it would help to ease some of your stress."

"I'll think about it." Bruce told him as he left, but he really had no intention of doing anything of the sort until he found out who that boy was.

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His meeting went by without a hitch, leaving Bruce with some time to spare. Seeing as he had some time on his hands, he decided he would make a quick stop by the coffee shop. He had already gone quite a few days without much sleep, and was pretty much running on fumes at this point anyway.

He entered the shop and gratefully breathed in the smell of fresh coffee and the pastries on display. Quickly making his order, he left the shop and was on his way back to the car before he spied the small park across the street.

Bruce sighed, remembering Alfred's request from earlier that morning. It couldn't hurt to just sit at a park bench to finish his coffee, could it? At the very least, it would get Alfred off of his back. He ran a hand through his hair before crossing the street and sitting at the nearest park bench he could find before he could have any second thoughts. Now that he was here, Bruce realized, taking a small breather from his duties at work and at the manor was actually quite nice. For the first time in a while, he could actually hear himself thi-

"Uhh... Mr.? You're kinda sitting on my sandwich." A mysteriously familiar voice said from beside him, jarring his thoughts.

Bruce whipped his head around only to see the face of the one teen who was causing most of his stress. How long had he been there? Was Bruce more low on sleep than he originally thought? He must've been, if he hadn't noticed him there before.

"So... Are you going to move now?" The boy asked furrowing his brow and looking with a solemn expression of pain at where he was sitting.

Bruce shot up from his spot on the bench before looking back down at the sad remnants of what used to be the second half of the boy's sandwich.

"I'm very sorry about that," Bruce said as he watched the boy throw his squashed meal in the garbage can, "Would you like me to buy you a new one?"

The boy laughed a bit before turning to face him, "Nah, it's okay. It's probably about time I headed back anyway. Have a good day." He tipped an imaginary hat at Bruce and turned to leave.

"At least tell me who you are?" Bruce called after him, trying to get at least a clue about where this enigma of a boy came from.

The boy paused, seeming to contemplate his response. "I'm the Super-sized McShizzle Man," He smirked. "Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies love a bad boy."