Bruce Wayne Fanfiction

"Little Alex, want to make a movie with grandpa?!"

Alexander finally heard that question again. The very question he anticipated to arrive.

The scenario deviated from how he remembered it but the main point was still given across.

Old Sullivan was asking with excitement and wanted to go through his unfulfilled goal with his grandson.

It would be heartless to decline as this would break the old man's expectant heart. Unfortunately, this was what the gloomy had done. Being geekily absorbed in the computer and being depressed was what he had chosen.

Fortunately, he was given a chance to redeem his mistake.

"I would be happy to, grandpa!" Alexander smiled and agreed, much to the elation of old Sullivan.

"Great!" The old man exclaimed but had to step out again to grab some papers. "Wait here. I'll grab the script."

Alexander watched as his usually and Britishly formal elder become frantic. He knew all along, that the old, who was snuffed of a directorial debut, wanted to prove himself.

Although being a director was just a means to an end, Sullivan wanted to experience what he missed.

He was getting weaker with age and just wanted to let go of his regret. It had special significance to old Sullivan that he even waited for his grandson's summer vacation for them to bond during this process.

Innocent Alex was heartless to reject but calculative Alex was more understanding.

"The bonus is that this is an essential catalyst to kickstart the Creed legacy." The boy happily muttered especially when he could hit multiple birds with one stone.

Not long later, Sullivan came in with a single page of paper and hurriedly sat in his recliner.

"Sorry for the wait, Alex. Here's the script."

Sullivan was handing the paper but Alexander had some requests.

"I did agree to work with you, grandpa. However... I have to clarify that it had better not be something like this in your collection."

He specifically pointed to a videotape cover with the title 'Horny RoboCop' and 'Top Gun: Sexy Skies'. With RoboCop and Tom Cruise being all the rage in recent years, his grandfather's associates had their own Silicone Valley spin to it.

"Err..." Sullivan coughed and awkwardly handed the script to his grandson. "Why bother with that anyway? I know you're mature enough to handle watching these things, which is why I allowed you entry into this study in the first place. Besides, you can't hide the way you ogle and your babysitters' curves from me."

"Err..." It was the boy's turn to be awkward. "I just want to uphold our reputation and not be hounded by child protection agencies."

Old Sullivan waved off his worries. "Let's not worry about that. Just read that script. I even tailored it to you, so that you'd be the star."

When a kid hears that there is a movie for him to be part of, they would either be ecstatic, shy, or not care at all.

Alexander didn't care much so his expression was calm, disappointing Sullivan who wanted to engrave the expression of his gift-given grandson.

This was something he looked forward to whenever he visited for Christmas and special occasions.

The old man thought that his grandson's calm was the adverse effect of early maturity after overcoming grief. He lamented at the cruelty of fate.

He sighed and missed the cute joy that the boy had now lost. Those two months of grief and these last months of Sunday talks really made him notice the boy's mental growth.

While the old Creed was being melancholic, Alexander read the hazy summary in the paper handed to him.

"A young boy is orphaned and is set to inherit a multimillion business. His pretty nanny takes care of him and both ultimately develop an immoral relationship of love. Unknown to the boy, his lover slash caretaker had ulterior motives all along."

As he read into the core of the supposed movie, his eyelids visibly twitched from the cringe. He kept quiet after that as he did not know how to break the bad news to his grandpa.

"So... what do you think?" Unfortunately, Sullivan urged.

"No comment." It was the only sensible response he could give. He had to hold himself back from commenting on how much of a Bruce Wayne fanfiction the entire concept is about.

"Of course, you'll be the multimillionaire orphan. As for the nanny, you could choose anyone from your long list of rotational babysitters." Sullivan was heartbroken from the loss of his grandson's innocence and was indulgently spoiling enough to say.

"You could even choose as much as you want. The script is flexible enough to accommodate a multitude of nannies. Just think about the grief, the ascension into riches, and the drowning on sexual indulgence and immorality to serve solace in all these changes."

Old Sullivan got more and more into the art of film as he went on. "I'm considered a skilled but hands-off producer of these erotic films. I authorize and work with many directors but I always dislike their lack of depth. Every woman's moans must have an echo of emotion, every gaze of the man must have hunger or indifference."

"When this script is finalized and when I'll finally interpret it into a motion picture, your metamorphosis for these couple of months would be accurately mirrored in 'The Orphaned Young Richlet'." The old man got zealous that he truly depicted the pursuit of the filmmakers during the Hollywood golden age and they are after that.

The fact that he is a European semi-director living in the crudest center of carnal films must have some factors weighing in as well.

Alexander did not know whether to laugh or cry. He thought about his self-centered parents whom he memorialized as saints.

It would seem that his grandpa has weird quirks as well. Thinking back on it, hiring porn stars as a babysitter for a child was anything but normal.

As heartwarming as it was to have your experience be an inspiration for a film, 'The Orphaned Young Richlet' would be a film that dampened the warmth that was supposed to envelop the heart.