When Thomas woke up everything was hazy. There had been a crash, and then half the building collapsed. Martha... What had happened to Martha. "Martha? MARTHA!?" He heard coughing coming from under a heap of rubble. He hurried over and found his wife. "Martha are you all right?" He asked clearing of the rubble.
Martha opened her eyes. "What happened?"
"I have no idea." Thomas answered as he cleared the rubble covering her and checked her for injuries.
Martha's eyes opened wide in shock and she clasped Thomas' arm. "Bruce." She said. "Was the baby room hit?"
Thomas swallowed. "I don't know. But I'm going to see now. Stay here." With these words he got up and carefully made his way through the half destroyed room. "Alfred!?" no answer. Somehow a whole wing of the house had collapsed. The wing with the babies room. As Thomas waded his way through the wreckage that once was Wayne Manor he kept yelling for his friend and butler. "ALFRED!?" Then an answer came.
"I'm up here, Sir." As Thomas looked up he saw Alfred standing through a hole in the ceiling. He looked battered but relatively healthy. "You need to come up here master Wayne. There seems to be a part of the staircase that is still intact."
Thomas looked over and nodded. "You seem to be right." he yelled back. "Stay put, I'll be right there." He started moving toward the stairs, avoiding loose wires and crumbling debris. He finally reached Alfred. "Alfred, that is a nasty gash on your head, let me see that."
Alfred waved him away. "Later, Sir" he said worried.
This is when Thomas saw the sorrowed look in his friends eyes. "Where is Bruce?" he asked grabbing Alfred by the shoulders.
The butler looked down in disappointment. "I'm sorry, Sir." Thomas fell to his knees still holding on to the butler. As he started sobbing Alfred carefully put a hand on his friends shoulder. "Sir." he said. When Thomas Wayne did not react right away he repeated a little firmer. "Sir, there is something else that you need to see."
Thomas looked up to the butler. "What?" he asked with a grief stricken voice.
"The thing that caused this sir." Alfred said as he started pulling Thomas up from his knees. He started leading the way towards the babies room. "Just prepare yourself Sir." He warned before he opened the door. Inside was total destruction. Even the word 'inside' was a relative term right now. The outer wall was knocked out. Through the hole Thomas could see a path of destruction where something seemed to have skidded and bounced over the outskirts of Gotham and somehow managed to come to a stop in his son's room. He followed the trail of the object to the opposite wall. It had left nothing but destruction in his wake. There wasn't even a trace of Bruce or his crib left. Then Thomas saw what had made the trail, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Right there, in front of his eyes there was something he could only describe as a spaceship of some sorts. "What is that thing Alfred?"
"I'm not quite sure master Wayne." Alfred answered. "But it looks utterly alien." He added, looking back to the path of destruction. "Do you think someone is inside Sir?"
Thomas started walking toward it. "If there's something breathing in there, it won't be for much longer" he said, anger dripping from his voice. He approached what looked like the cockpit and started banging the dome. When it opened he fell silent as his rage subsided.
"Sir? What's wrong?" Alfred asked coming up behind him. But as he looked into the ship himself he covered his mouth in shock. "My Lord." was all he could mutter.
Thomas reached inside to pick up the baby sleeping in a blue and red blanket. He cradled the child in his arms as he was rendered completely speechless.
"Sir, what are you planning to do?" Alfred asked.
"What can we do? If we turn it in to the government they'll just experiment on it. I think we should keep him."
"But sir..." Alfred's argument was cut short by Martha's voice coming from outside.
"Thomas. Alfred. What happened?"
Thomas quickly handed Alfred the baby but was too late to stop Martha from entering the room. She looked around and could see what had happened to Bruce right away. She fell down on her knees. "No, no. My baby, oh my baby."
Thomas took her in his arms and let her cry. After what seemed like minutes had past, he held her in front of him and gave Alfred a sign to come closer. He took the baby from Alfred and showed it silently to Martha.
She looked at it confused at first. Then she just smiled and said "Bruce." Thomas and Alfred exchanged glances, but before any of them could say something Martha just kept saying "Thank God Bruce, I thought you were gone. Thank God, Bruce. It's a miracle." Both men decided to leave it at that. Martha needed this right now.
In the following moments the police and fire department came. Thomas knew detective Gordon and he knew which people to bribe to keep the story about the spaceship quiet. But even they never knew what was inside. For everyone else the boy they found that night was Bruce Wayne, only son of Martha and Thomas Wayne and heir to the Wayne empire.