Anti-hero of a certain comic

Wayne Manor, master bedroom.

The owner of this mansion was wearing a nightgown and sitting with his legs crossed on the soft carpet.

In front of him was a pile of old Gotham Times newspapers, photos taken secretly in disguise these days, and a glass of juice sent by the old butler Alfred.

Old newspapers were cut out with valuable information, and photos were placed in categories, leaving only the juice untouched.

Bruce Wayne, who returned to Gotham, has been busy with these things.

He jotted down some names and put together newspaper clippings and photos.

At the top is Detective James Gordon of the Gotham Police Department.

"Master Wayne, you can't keep yourself locked in your room all the time."

Alfred came over with a silver tea set in both hands and glanced at the untouched glass of juice. The old butler couldn't help but feel helpless.

"Before I came back, the name Bruce Wayne was a ghost who had been dead for seven years to Gotham; after I came back, I became an orphan of the Wayne family. Speaking of which, you actually claimed to the outside world that I already dead"

Bruce was busy with the work at hand, and he left the city for seven full years.

For this Gotham hero, everything is so strange.

Therefore, before executing his inner vision, he needs to understand Gotham in detail.

The power structure from the top down, the mafia families who control the illegal business, and the Wayne Group.

If Gotham is a pyramid, then Bruce starts at the top and then works his way down to the criminal network at the bottom.

"This is the news released by Mr. Earl. He has always wanted to list Wayne Group, which will dilute the equity you own and kick out the sole heir of the Wayne family."

Alfred put away the glass of juice and poured Bruce a cup of warm black tea.

This caring old butler has served the Wayne family for two generations and is reliable and loyal.

"Thankfully I left all my property to you."

Bruce looked up and smiled.

In the vast Gotham, the few people who could make him feel warm were probably Alfred and his childhood sweetheart Rachel.

"So if you plan to go out today, I can lend you my Rolls-Royce to drive. Remember to fill up the gas when you return it."

The old butler showed his humorous nature as always.

"And Master Wayne, you can't just take a few beautiful models to the hotel. If you want to maintain Bruce Wayne's playboy image, you have to do something else."

"for example"

Bruce asked casually as he looked at the picture of Detective James Gordon.

"For example, hold a party, expand your social circle, or visit your own company when you have time."

Alfred suggested.

He took out an invitation from his pocket and said, "There will be a football game at Gotham University in April. I think it would be great for you to come and participate. In addition, Mr. Earl would like you to attend the banquet hosted by Wayne Group tonight. past."

"Alfred, I have many things going on"

Bruce shook his head and wanted to refuse.

"Master Wayne, before you become a spiritual incarnation that transcends human beings, the first role you have to play is that of the heir to the Wayne family."

Seeing the insistence in the old butler's eyes, Bruce shrugged helplessly and took the invitation.

After reading the content, it said "Wayne Group and White Industries Celebration Reception."

"Leo White"

Bruce read the name once and then put the incident behind him.

Rather than meeting another peer of his age who inherited a huge family fortune at a young age, he cared more about the mafia family entrenched in Gotham.

The Maroni family, the Cobot family, and the Naihe Island area ruled by Black Mask.

 

They are all malignant tumors parasitic on Gotham's body, sucking the city's life force unbridled.

When the lights come on, there is a lot of traffic.

When night falls, Gotham looks like a bejeweled lady, filled with an aura of glitz.

Of course, the luxurious life of feasting, feasting, and extravagance is limited to the Upper East Side.

Once you enter Naihe Island or the old city, you will be in a completely different and strange world.

It was filled with the smell of sin, like a rotten fruit. When the bright red skin was pierced, spoiled juice would flow out.

Bruce drove the Rolls-Royce, now owned by the old butler, to the Governor's Hotel, the most famous hotel in the Upper East Side.

The banquet was held in the observation hall on the roof. Standing high enough to enjoy the panoramic view of the city, it was in line with the taste of the elite.

In the words of Mr. Earl, the CEO of Wayne Group, "We want to make Mr. White feel at home."

Bruce entered the top floor of the Governor's Hotel, and many people greeted him along the way.

There is almost no one in Gotham who doesn't know the heir of the Wayne family. After all, his face appears on televisions and newspapers all day long.

"Bruce, I thought you weren't coming."

Mr. Earl, the CEO, was chatting and laughing with a shareholder. When he saw Bruce walking into the venue, he looked a little surprised.

"I originally wanted to visit the company my father left behind, but I came over when I heard you were holding a cocktail party. It seems that Wayne Group's business is booming under your management."

Although he concealed it well, Bruce, who had trained in the Assassin's League, could still tell that Mr. Earl did not welcome his arrival.

The other party is a qualified businessman, and interest is his only criterion for measuring everything.

A behemoth like Wayne Group spans multiple industrial sectors and is already the economic lifeblood of Gotham.

No matter how well he manages his business, he is just working for an ignorant playboy.

Rather than creating wealth for others, Mr. Earl is naturally more inclined to fill his own pockets.

This is how Wayne Group’s listing plan came about

"I said, Bruce, I will help you take care of the company and hand it over to you when the time is right."

The CEO chuckled. He took Bruce's arm in a friendly manner and walked to the center of the banquet.

"This is Leo White, Mr. White, and this is Bruce Wayne."

Under the leadership of Earl, Bruce met this lucky man who, like himself, was known as being born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

He has a well-proportioned body, thin cheeks, strong and angular facial features, and a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

At first glance, he appears to be a young man who is easy to approach and get along with.

Bruce habitually observes others and then draws rough conclusions.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne, I have long admired you."

Leo stretched out his hand. The moment he saw Bruce Wayne, he also subconsciously observed him.

Compared with Oliver Queen, who is also making a comeback, the proud son of Gotham seems to be much more involved in the drama.

From the moment he walked in, he began to act like a bohemian rich boy.

Frank was teasing with beauties and walking around with champagne. He didn't feel out of place at this banquet at all.

"Just call me Bruce. Gotham is a city with simple folk customs. You will definitely fall in love with her soon."

Bruce said polite words. He came here today not because he wanted to meet the young heir of the White family.

Seeking help from the Wayne Group's Applied Science Department is the main purpose.

Looking at the young Batman in front of him, Leo smiled lightly and said: "I have already felt the simplicity of Gotham's folk customs."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gunshot sounded suddenly.