Bruce Wayne Brother Novels & Stories

It was Luthor. But not Luthor. Softer. A strange warmth in his eyes. His cheekbone carried a scar Luthor didn’t have. His lips curved in a sad smile. “I’m Lucien. His brother. Twin, actually.” I stared. “No…” I whispered. “You’re lying.” “I wish I was,” he murmured, and something in his voice told me it was true. “I don’t understand. Why didn’t he ever mention—” But then I saw Luthor.

A risk to the family reputation. Adrian noticed my reaction. His jaw tightened. His hand tightened around mine. "The Vance name isn't more important than a human being." Silence fell over the room. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The weight of what Adrian had just said hung in the air between us. I stared at him. For the first time since this nightmare began—since Liam's betrayal, the pregnancy revelation, the threat, and now this humiliation—Adrian was the only person in that room who didn't look at me like I was something shameful. Something to be hidden away.

the all-around bodyguard reminded in a caring manner. Zayne propped himself up with his arms and narrowed his eyes as a smile of resignation played on his lips. “Are you advising me in your capacity as my younger brother, Jason?” He leaned forward. Perhaps no one would’ve thought that this man, who could kill people without batting an eyelid, was the younger brother of Zayne, the great detective. “Don’t coerce me using our brotherhood. We aren’t related by blood,” Jason Lee retorted contemptuously. I shouldn’t have reminded Zayne, he thought to himself.

How could Wayne know James's sister? Furthermore, since James's sister committed suicide, what did it have to do with Wayne? Rose fell into confusion with all the questions inside her head. Just then, Nancy continued to shout. "Of course not! His current family was reorganized after his parents got divorced! His parents got divorced when he was very young! He has a little sister named Jessica! if I am not mistaken. She lived with her mother in their home country. Who knows what your brother did to her, Jessica was only about 19 years old when she passed away. His mother could not face reality and developed a mental problem after that! If I hadn't heard him talking about it when he was drunk,

“Please… I need my brother. Where is Rafael?” Wait, WHAT? Rafael Newman had a brother?

He played nice opening the car door for me to enter before turning around to enter through the other side. He stretched his hand to the backseat and landed a huge sum of money on my laps. I beamed with surprise. “What for?” I raised my brows on a high level. “This is a compensation for the email you sent to me,” he snarled . “ You’re paying me for sabotaging your brother. He’s your brother for Christ sake,” I snapped furiously. “ Half-brother. Besides, I don’t care,” he hissed, “the only thing important to me is that I’m the rightful owner of the inheritance . Period.”

“I am here now, to protect my godson, Zephyr! “My brother, Zenith, had disappeared without a trace. His son would undoubtedly be in my charge after all.” Bruce said. “I thought I could spare some of my free time for a quick visit, who would’ve thought I’d see this!”

It wasn’t some regular bar tucked into a street corner. “Wait,” I blinked. “Is this your bar?” He raised a brow at me, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Yup.” I blinked again. “You own this?” “Among other things.” He sipped his drink. “I told you I’ve been busy.” “You did not tell me that you’re secretly Bruce Wayne.” Javier laughed, the sound warm and carefree. “More like the cool, reckless cousin Bruce never talks about.” “You’re ridiculous.”

I mean, I’m still going to make fun of him because he needs the distraction, but man, my heart actually hurts for the guy. Imagine your own brother being a total scumbag and your wife getting blown up right when you finally found something real. That’s not just a bad day; that’s a villain origin story. I promised myself right then that I wasn’t going to let him push me away. He can threaten me with lawsuits, he can call me a freak, he can even try to have me arrested, but I’m staying. Every Batman needs a Robin, or at least a very talented chef who makes a killer salted caramel macaron.

I am the hardest working of my brothers and deserve more than them to be named CEO once my father steps down, however the other two areas I do not excel. I attend some functions where necessary as I see fit for the future of our company but my older brother, Edward, is better when it comes to the social events. He not only has friends in every area you could think of but might as well be the Bruce Wayne of the family going out to events like his alibi depends on it.