Bruce left the hotel around noon, not sure what to do with himself. Naturally, he was still very nervous and anxious about Friday night. He walked down Broad Avenue. Gotham Cathedral, the oldest building in the city, loomed overhead. In 1963, the church was in remarkable condition. In 1993, plans were being made to finally renovate it, as it had stood empty for twenty years.

He gazed at the stone gargoyles high overhead. Batman had stood along side those same statues many a time. They had the best view of the city on their perches.

"Quite a chuch, ain't it?", remarked a voice.

Bruce looked down to a young black boy who stood beside him. He was about eleven or twelve, he guessed. The boy bore an uncanny resemblance to the senior vice-president of Wayne Foundation, Lucius Fox.

He agreed with the boy's assessment of the cathedral. It was spectacular. Looking to the kid, he asked, "Shouldn't you be in school?"

The boy laughed and replied, "Lucius Fox only goes to school when he wants and that ain't often!"

Bruce had been right. It was the child version of his vice-president. "Lucius Fox?", he repeated.

"Named after my great-grandad. And who might you be?", Lucius asked.

"I'm Al.", Bruce fibbed. What was this business about not going to school?, he wondered. The Lucius he knew in 1993 was a hard and dedicated worker. "So how often do you go to school?"

He shrugged and answered, "Not often. I don't care to go."

Bruce said, "Look, I know this is none of my business since we don't even know eachother, and I know you've heard this speech a million times. But, you really should go to school."

"I know, I know.", Lucius said, nodding. He had heard that more times than he could count.

"You never know what might become of you when you grow up.", Bruce continued. "You could change someone else's life for the better. I'd bet you would make a terrific business man someday--you'd have to have an education to do that though."

"Ya know what, Al? I think you are right.", he admitted. "I never thought of the 'big picture.'" He spread his arms, symbolizing the 'big picture.' "I'm going back to school."

Lucius grinned at the man with the alias of Al and ran off. Bruce watched him go. Then he happened to think of something that the adult Lucius had once told him. He had recounted the story about how he'd gotten an interest in business; the story he'd told was the conversation that he just occurred.

Bruce shivered, though it was warm and sunny. He had just changed a person's life for the better, accidentally.

Around five, after having walked the city all afternoon, Bruce returned to the hotel. He was surprised when the desk clerk flagged him down to give him a message. The message was a note that Thomas Wayne had called him, and wanted Al Bundy to call at his earliest convenience. Bruce thanked the clerk and went upstairs to his room.

"I wonder what my dad could possibly want?", he asked himself.

He punched the telephone number and waited as the phone rang. Alfred answered in his crisp British voice, "Wayne Manor."

"Hello, this is Al Bundy. Is Tom available? I'm returning his call.", Bruce said somewhat awkwardly.

"I'll put you through to him.", Alfred said.

A moment later, Tom said, "Hi Al!"

"Hi Tom.", he said back. "I just received the message that you'd called. I was out walking all afternoon."

"I just wanted to call and thank you for saving my life yesterday. I owe you a lot.", Tom said gratefully.

"Oh don't thank me.", Bruce replied, self-depreciatingly. "I was only doing what any other person on the street would have."

"I don't know about that anymore Al. But anyhow, we wanted to know if you'd come with us tomorrow evening to see The Mark of Zorro. My son insisted that you join us after what you did for me yesterday."

Bruce winced as Tom said that they were still going to see the show. "You are still going?", he asked flatly.

Tom replied, "Yeah, I've been feeling alright. I wouldn't want to upset little Bruce.

"Oh.", he said simply. No, don't upset Bruce, he thought sarcastically. He won't be upset enough later.

"So, what do you say?", he questioned. "It's our treat."

Bruce considered the offer. It would be the perfect way to make sure he was there to divert them when the time came. He said to Tom, "Thanks! I'd be glad to join you!"

"Great! Bruce will be so happy you're coming!", Tom exclaimed.

The adult Bruce pretended he was equally thrilled. "Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow night then!", he said cheerfully. "Tell your wife and son hello for me."

"Will do, Al. Until tomorrow.", Tom concluded.

"Yes. Until tomorrow.", Bruce agreed.