HOGWARTS IN DETECTIVE COMICS

[ Volume I: "HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY YR. 1" ]

[ Chapter III (3): "BRUCE WAYNE" ]

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[ JULY 1, 2006: 11:37AM ] [ MUGGLE WORLD, GOTHAM CITY ]

In the middle of Gotham City, a black limousine containing one of the wealthiest boy in the world could be seen staring blankly at the scenery outside.

His blue-eyes which were once filled with joy, happiness, and Innocence lost it all due to an incident that happened 3 years back. All due to a petty mugging gone wrong.

Unblinking, and tired, dark circles could be seen under the boy's eyes as he looks outside the gloomy atmosphere of the City he lived in, of Gotham seemingly reflecting the pain he is suffering.

Looking out, the young billionaire heir of the Wayne enterprises could see a mother doting to his son who is both holding a balloon, and ice cream. Envious, the only thing Bruce Wayne could do was look away.

[ "Master Bruce, you don't seem to be alright." ]

[ "Have something been bothering you as of lately?" ]

Of course there is Alfred!

Frustrated, the young 11 year-old couldn't help but want to yell those words at his butler. But, he couldn't. If he did it'll be another back and forth between them until finally he loses.

Not wanting to talk about what he feels at this moment. If he did, would the past be rewritten? Absolutely not, right? His parents, will never return back to life.

No matter what they do, no matter how much money he throws around, no matter how long they talk about his feelings. No, Alfred, I think, nothing has been bothering me as of late. Thank you for asking!

[ "Please young master Bruce this is extremely unhealth-" ]

[ "Stop the car, Alfred." ]

Interrupting him, Bruce tried to open the door of his limousine which was being driven by the old chauffeur/butler of his. In annoyance even though he knows that it wouldn't open, he kept forcing the door to open, the handle bearing extreme stress.

[ "Young master this is not the way!" ]

[ "I said, STOP the damn CAR. Pennyworth!" ]

Reluctant, the old butler did what he was told, parking the car on the side he opened the locks through the panels in front. Which was immediately replied with his young master opening the door.

[ "Master Bruce, please wait for me." ]

[ "I can walk. You aren't needed." ]

[ "But sir..." ]

[ "I can walk just fine, Alfred!" ]

Slamming the door shut. Bruce who's dressed in his school uniform, the Gotham Academy uniform could be seen particularly gloomy in this time of the day, as he walks alone in the pavement not-far-away from his school.

In sharp contrast the other side of the street could be seen having been filled with people, and children, not many, but in comparison to the other street that only has one person walking it, it means a lot.

Scratching the underside of his chin, the butler, Alfred Pennyworth couldn't help but sight at the way his master has been behaving. It seems he couldn't do a thing now, and would have to rely on others.

With worry in his eyes, he could be seen pulling out a radio on the secret compartment of the limousine, talking to another person not soon after.

This being the guards of the Wayne family specially hand-picked by the butler himself, all of this not being known to Bruce as it'll make him feel upset.

Please, young master. Be safe at the very least.

Grumbling to himself, Alfred couldn't help but feel guilty about the incident three years ago. If only he had been there that night.

Outside the theatre performing his duties as the guard of the Wayne family, then would the boy not have suffered in silence for three long years?

Damn it!

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Hateful! This damn Headmaster actually dared me to fly for one and a half hours straight just to deliver 5 mails to kids?!

Yes, I know that I'm a delivery Owl of Hogwarts. But yet, couldn't you have used magic at the very least to create a portal somewhere nearer?!?

Ugh, disgust and hatred spread throughout every being of Owl No. 03 of Hogwarts. His black feathers ruffling slightly due to being burnt by the morning sun, fatigue written all over the 2 month old Owl.

He is after all delivering letters IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY! Hateful! Hateful! That Headmaster will surely get a scolding from me when he gets back!

[ "Mama, mama, that bird looks beautiful." ]

[ "Anna! Don't get close to it, it might hurt you." ]

Rude! Owl No. 03 could perfectly understand human speech patterns, and language, and even body movements. He is too prideful to hurt a child, and he wouldn't do so even if he was given the chance. So don't worry lady.

Flying into the sky, No. 03 then began searching for his target, having already delivered 2 out of his 5 letters. He'll just then need to deliver 3 more to 3 lucky students.

One to Ms. Katherine Holmes, the other to Mr. Phineas Lart, and finally to one Mr.Bruce Wayne.

Flying up in the air he found himself in an area where there are no buildings except grasses, the area he's flying into being the prestigious grounds of where Wayne manor is built.

Flying past the tired-looking guard who's sleeping on the post, hidden to the surface but visible to No. 03 who's flying by the air, No. 03 couldn't help but complain at how it's human nature to be lazy — like his Headmaster.

But stuffing the complaint to the side he flew around the huge-looking manor, seemingly trying to find the place where the child he's delivering the letter to is at.

Wanting to finish his job as early as possible and then finally have his beauty rest, it's the middle of the day and he don't usually stay past this late

Landing on the second floor, right bedroom, No. 03 dusted off the bad air and other such stains that have gathered under his feathers when he was flying. Feeling disgusted in doing such a minial task.

Ughh, this has to be the last time I'm doing this.

Looking at the brown bag strapped to its waist then did he pull something out, a white envelope slightly enchanted to attract the attention of others and make it look beautiful as compared to other envelopes.

This containing the name and address of the recipient, up to the very minimal details to where he sleeps.

[ MR. BRUCE WAYNE, ]

[ THE SECOND FLOOR, RIGHT BEDROOM. 224 PARK DRIVE, GOTHAM CITY ]

Placing it gently on the table using his beak then did he finally feel satisfied. Looking at it, positioning it as to where he most likes it, then did he finally left out the window where he once flew.

Now it's up to the Headmaster and other Professors to do the interview, and supply purchasing with the kids. As for No. 03, he'll go home after delivering these two others.

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[ WRITTEN: 01/07/2025 ]

[ POSTED: 01/09/2025 ]