"That's what I've heard," I reply, distant, if not necessarily trying to sound unkind. But that's a front for the rest of the people on the island. The Wayne house is built fairly close to where a few other residents live, not out on the outskirts, because the Bruce Wayne I've been never would've cared to be so far from the general populace. On the all too likely chance that someone crossed our paths, it becomes necessary for me to act the part.

"So," I shrug, hands slipping into my pockets. "What can I do for you, Terry? I don't think an exclusive interview with the head of the Wayne legacy will get you very far on the island, but I guess early drafts never hurt."