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I’m Batman (HP Xover) C8
🕑 Added 2022-05-12 11:32:15 +0000 UTCWith Alfred willing to help in his plan, Bruce told him the name of the murderer and asked him to use the Wayne family resources to discreetly find where he lives.
When Alfred left that night, Bruce released a tired sigh of relief. Soon he would be able to put the old Bruce’s past behind him and move forward, living his new life however he wants.
He’ll have to set some goals for himself, but that can wait until he’s out of the hospital and has dealt with everything.
- One week later-
Slowly but surely, a week passed and Bruce was finally being discharged from the hospital.
Throughout this week, Bruce has been questioning Alfred on everything he could think of asking. He needed to know as much as he could about himself and the world around him in order to set his future plans in motion.
He learned about Alfred's background and his family's company, which is currently being controlled by board members.
With his father and mother dead, and Bruce being far too young to make any sort of company decisions, the board took control of the company for the time being.
This doesn’t mean that Bruce would be unable to gain control again, as he holds a large majority stake in Wayne enterprises. Only that he would need to wait until he’s a legal adult before he would be able to run things.
He just hopes that no one on the board takes advantage of this situation and tries anything funny.
Even the best company can be ruined by idiots that think of nothing but their own benefit.
‘Whatever happens, happens.’ Bruce thought with a shrug.
There was far too much to do in this world to worry about some company, that in the grand scheme of things doesn’t matter very much.
Sure, If he went the normal Batman route, then Bruce could use the company’s resources to build his tech and fund his exploits, but Bruce wasn’t going to go the normal Batman route.
He would still be Batman, but a Batman of his own making.
In summary, Bruce would leave Wayne enterprises alone for now and focus on more important things.
Future problems can be handled later on down the line.
Bruce also learned the year he’s currently in, which is 1990. 32 years in the past compared to his other life.
It was truly a freaky thing to think about.
He also learned that his parents still haven’t been buried yet. No one was around to make the decisions and Alfred thought it best to wait until Bruce was out of the hospital so he could attend the funeral.
It would be great if he was the old Bruce, but he actually found this to be rather annoying.
‘Now I have to go to a funeral for some people I’ve never met...’ Bruce thought in slight annoyance. ‘No, I shouldn’t think like that. They were this body's parents. The least I can do is see them off.’
Alfred has also been trying to locate Joe Chill, but that was coming along slower than previously expected.
He had no registered home address, so they couldn’t just bribe a city official for info, which would have been so easy in a place like Gotham.
Although, that doesn’t mean they didn’t learn anything about good old Joe Chill.
Alfred collected every bit of information that they could on the guy.
His family members.
His ex-girlfriends/Wives
Where he went to school.
His former employment.
His past crimes.
His known associates.
And much, much more.
Alfred was very thorough in his search for the man that made him feel the most sadness and shame he’s ever felt in his entire life.
He even showed Joe Chill's mugshot to Bruce, so they can be sure he really was the one that did the deed.
Of course, Bruce ID’d him instantly without thinking twice. Thankfully, Alfred wasn’t testing him or anything because Bruce had no idea what Joe Chill actually looked like.
As Bruce was leaving the hospital on his own two legs, which was pretty strenuous after so many surgeries and a week of sleeping, he, Alfred, and his new security team had to fight their way through an ocean of reporters to get to their car.
“It’s Bruce Wayne!” One of them yelled and the rest swarmed like bees.
“Bruce, is it true you don’t remember anything?!”
“Bruce, how do you feel? Did the doctors discharge you?!”
“Bruce, do you know anything about the police investigation?!”
“Bruce, why weren’t there more...”
“Bruce, can you tell us...”
“Bruce, do you...”
“Bruce...”
“...”
They rapidly fire off question after question as cameras flash over and over, practically blinding Bruce and many in his entourage.
Soon enough, Bruce gets into the back of his family’s black Lincoln town car alongside Alfred and drives away, leaving the unsatisfied and un-fed mod of reporters behind.
Two cars join them on the road. One in front and the other in the back. Both are filled with armed bodyguards, ready to intercept any attack and lay down their lives for Bruce.
They probably wouldn’t have made it to the car at all if they didn’t have the new team of bodyguards that Alfred put together.
He’s definitely learned his lesson.
After enjoying the view of Gotham’s city streets and buildings for a while, Bruce turned to Alfred, who is sitting across from him.
“Alfred, have you found any trail of our good friend?” Bruce says cryptically as the driver could be listening in.
“No, but I’ll be sure to let you know when I do.” Alfred replies calmly.
“Okay, do we have a date set for the funeral yet?” Bruce asks.
“Yes, I’ve hired a funeral planner to take care of everything. We can have the funeral a week from now or anytime after. It’s up to you.” Alfred explained.
“Alright, have them set it for a week from now. My parents have been waiting long enough.” Bruce says as he stares out the window again.
“Of course, Young Master Bruce.”
