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Since young there's was only one thing he yearned for and that was to spend time with his parents. He wanted to make them happy and make them smile. He wanted to be praised and giving candy when he did a good job. He wanted to be punished when he broke something.
What he got was a book filled with rules to follow, cold glances and an empty mansion. Maybe that's why he grew up the way he did. Why he hated it when he disappointed someone. Why he didn't want to leave the Wayne's.
I know Bruce is alive and I have proof but no time. The mail I wrote will be sent to the JL automatically in a few hours. Maybe if the information is from an anonymous source, they will be more willing to listen.
Sorry Bruce. I won't be able to bring you back.
