He heard footsteps on the roof, and as a matter of fact, it wasn't even Christmas now, so, it definitely couldn't be Santa. Not that Santa would even wanna go to Bludhaven, a city almost as tainted as it's sister-city of Gotham. The man's name was Richard Grayson, a middle-aged retired Superhero. He was home alone, because his son was in Gotham at school. It was in the middle of the day, so, who would be dumb enough to break into a house in broad-daylight?
Unluckily for Richard, it wasn't a matter of a break-in. Richard heard a window break, and footsteps in the upper floor. He silently walked towards the door, which he locked. He wasn't letting anyone out that way, at least. He grabbed a Golf-Club from the umbrella stand next to the door, as he made his way up the stairs.
He couldn't even see what happened, before he was knocked out, and taken away from his home.
Batcave: Gotham City
19th April 14:36
“Terry, Matt.” The old man had begun, as he sat at the Batcomputer, looking at Police reports, when he found the missing persons report on Richard Grayson. His former Robin. The man, was in fact Bruce Wayne, he was Batman. At least, he had once been. His title had been passed on years ago, to someone, whom he himself believed to be able to surpass himself as the Caped Crusader of Gotham. “ I need the both of you to rendezvous here. I have a special task for the both of you. It's about an old friend.” Bruce had simply told them. He had called both of them on their Cellphones.
He would await for them to arrive, he lifted himself up, using his cane, he hadn't been very fond of the modern-technology's ways to push age back a few years. So, he was going mainly natural, very few meds, he didn't even have a pacemaker, but, fair enough, it took it's toll on the old man.
The aged Dog, Ace the Bathound sat in the cave with him, awaiting the Dynamic Duo.
Julian Grayson. An athlete, one of the best at Gotham High, and it was what had gained him the Wayne Scholarship, to be able to go to the school, at all. As for some reason, the schools in Gotham cost quite a lot, but on the other hand, they were a heck of a lot better than the alternatives in Bludhaven. Problem was that it took over three hours to travel between them. Something that Julian wasn't fond off.
He himself hadn't learned of his father's little vanishing act. Something he didn't learn, until he got home, and was met by friends of the family, namely his father and his late mother. Julian was confused, and worried. What was going on?