Rich Empathy

Limerick, Ireland.

"Did you see his face?" a police officer asked curiously. 

"No...no we didn't see his face, it was a blur, like it just  appeared to take down the attackers, and disappeared; I know it sounds unbelievable but you have to believe us."

"We believe you, Miss. Quinn."  An Irish cop, said calmly, "As a matter of fact we have reason to believe that this has been happening not only in Ireland but across the entirety of the world, we have been hearing reports from people all across Ireland who have been in trouble calling for help."

The mother and the daughter were stunned... "This must be a divine intervention." The mother whispered to herself in awe.

"I wouldn't jump to conclusions just yet ma'am" if you'd like I'd keep you posted, "The Irish cop replied, before a wry smile formed on his face,  "Hey you are actually kind of pretty do you want to grab a drink or something?" 

"No."  The mother said with a flat look to the cop, causing his expression to sour and the other cops to either snicker or look at him amused. "Besides I already have a husband., we are happily married and I wouldn't cheat on him for the world."

"Fair enough..." The cop said feeling a little better, "We shall keep you posted."

Rebecca grabbed her daughter and headed to her car back home.  "What was that all about mom?" Rebecca asked confused,  "I will tell you when you are old enough to understand sweetie."  Her mother replied, the deadpanned look still on her face. 

Her daughter shrugged, and her thoughts went on to a blur. Rebbeca had only one thought on her mind now...one day she would find it.

America: Brooklyn-New York.

"So where are we going?" I asked curiously, I knew sort of but I had to ask just to be sure.

"Our home in Gotham." Thomas replied with a small smile, "It's not much I am sure you'll love it."

Martha gave him a raised eyebrow. "Really dear?"

"What...I try not to be like Howard."  Thomas defended himself, causing Martha to roll her eyes.  Bruce grinned at me, "Our home is great, it is more than enough to hold you."

I ruffled his hair, "Thanks, little man."

I am already making comparisons in this universe, they are slightly different, but I think I see the comparison between the Stark and the Wayne families. 

The Stark family is a more...Military family, they provide and give all kinds of support to the military, providing with new weapons of mass destruction that lead to mass murders half of the time; while the Wayne family are more of a...civilian, Family...They focus on making the lives of the civilians better.

It became clear when they adopted me, that they sympathized with my memory loss, and instead of leaving me to the streets, and leaving me to suffer, like the Stark, which I don't blame them actually, if they did do that, I don't know them, and they don't know me. However, the Wayne family was more focused on the criminal part of society., trying to suppress the crimes in their own city while fighting corruption in the government and the people.

Between the two it is safe to say, that while I could care for either one, I can express gratitude to the Wayne family for giving me a place to stay, though it is still too soon to make accurate assumptions about the Wayne family in this universe...it also makes me wonder...

Will Batman be forged by Bruce, or by Thomas? I know in some of the comics Thomas was the one who became Batman, or will Batman be created at all in this universe I myself have no intention of letting Martha and Thomas die for the sake of the plot.

We walked back to the Stark Tower, where their private jet was waiting for them, Tony, Howard, and his mother...I admittedly forgot her name, they were there with the security to greet me goodbye, I also detected a number of people that were hidden in the shadows,  I realized these were shield Agents mixed with, cough Hydra, Cough.

"Oh? And who is this?" Howard asked looking at me curiously.

"He has Amnesia," Thomas stated bluntly, "I am taking him home with me till we can find his parents, and I will then send them over to come get him." 

"So you're just going to take a random stranger home?" Howard asked with a raised eyebrow as he studied me, "You do realize he could be lying to you right?"

"I take full responsibility if he is," Thomas stated bluntly, gaining more respect from me. 

Tony's mother, looked at me with an appraising eye. "He certainly does not look so bad on the eyes."

I blushed slightly but smiled at her for the compliment, no...I wasn't on cloud nine, I was simply, a little bit flattered by the compliment.

Howard shot her a look, to which she replied with a simple nonchalant shrug.

"Just being honest dear."

"Thank you for the compliment ma''am," I said with a slight smile.

"You are quite  welcome, young man." She said to me with a warm smile on her face. 

Howard gave me a stink eye; "I don't trust him."

"I am not asking for your approval." Thomas deadpanned flatly causing me to fight back a smirk, I like this guy even more.

The three of us walked towards, what seemed to be a private jet,  well it was obviously a private jet of sorts  We were met, with a slightly younger version of Michael Caine, I realized this was, ALFRED, and a smile formed on my face, he was honestly one of my favorite characters in the Dark knight Trilogy, and that is saying something..

He looked  at me curiously,  "I take it your Journey was eventful, Master Wayne?"  Alfred asked with a knowing glint in his tone that seemed to match his eyes, The iconic accent was plausible. 

"Yes, Alfred." Thomas  replied with a soft smile,  "We are bringing a guest."

"I see..."  was all he said, "and how would you suggest he fits inside? This is a jet made for three."

"Leave that to me." Martha said with a smile,  as we opened the door she picked me up, "My you are  as heavy as you are big." She winced with a struggle as she put me on her lap. Bruce was on  Thomas's  Lap, as Alfred sat in the pilot seat, and drove back to what I assumed to be Gotham.