Is Bat-Man Bruce Wayne?

Is Bat-Man Bruce Wayne?

I suppose, similarly, we never know how others live.

As such; growing up with recording devices and phone taps around the house, in a time before the internet was essential or even (pseudo) broadband was widely available, also all seemed completely normal.

Yet, in hindsight was perhaps not the most common occurrence. In fact, it is not exactly the common occurrence now, really. The technology is (almost) all there, but the context of it, in most house holds, is very different indeed.

My mother was a professional clairvoyant who owned a crystal store after all. My father a stand up comic and musician; who worked as a salesman by day, and golfed on weekends.

He was away a lot, as was my mother, because they worked. So there were cooks and cleaners and nanny’s and gardeners peppering my childhood cast. Not extravagance understand, but only as necessity required.

But neither had military or forensic leanings in the slightest.

In hindsight, of course, what I know now explains a lot I didn’t see then.

And I can’t talk about all of that. In fact, my parents still don’t talk about a lot of it. It is more like a mix between a murder mystery party and 20 questions; if you discover something of a discrepancy, and follow it up with the right questions: you have earned the right to know a little more about your own past. It is like a prize.

“The Attorney General will see you in his office now master R.” came the
voice of  one of the younger PA’s, “this way please”.

I didn’t much know why I wanted to do the things I wanted to do.

In fact, I didn’t really WANT to do them, as far as I knew; I just wanted
assistance getting into university.

I remember lots of electronic, but hinged, doors that were far too close
together in succession. Some, it seemed, a single meter airlock barely formed the path before the next door obstructed.

And they locked (constantly). Without clearance you could only move in one direction, as a wrong turn had the door behind you lock.

This passage maze lead to what I thought was a very impressive office; but was in fact a waiting room.

After a time I was called through a set of very large, old style, wooden doors.

I followed one of the PAs, her leading me into, what could have been a small town hall, of an office. I walked past couches, astounded by the tower’s view of the city.

This, I was told, was also a waiting room.

While I attempted to process this information, the PA continued in saying
that “a meeting was running long”, but that “The Attorney General would be with me shortly”.

So, overwhelmed inside this upscale Gotham replica, I did what any nice, young (state citizenship award recipient)  would do faced with this situation.

I waited some more.

Follows on from “Known Unknowns“.

Continues with “A Life Pre-Lived“.

LSC J.J.R. for QCC-GSI Internal [2013]. Staff Focus Issue: “How Did You Come to Work for GSI”, Series #, Ed 6.

TAuthNo.:- A03-624T-23013-[Aug].


GSI is the investigative arm of the QCC. J.J.R. is a retained contributor and analyst  for inquiries that fall within the forensic or military academic space [since 2005]. He is also a longtime participant in specific field work applications, that fall within his remit, as required by GSI [since 2008].

About J.Chron.Ltt.&Sci. [JCR]

~CogSc (Humor); NeuroPsych; Philosophy (Death/Identity); Methods (Research); Intelligence/Investigation (Forensic); Medical Error~
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