14 C14 Big TimeSkip

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[I take your power stones and I give you another riddle. No google allowed. I'm watching you. What has six faces, but does not wear makeup, has twenty-one eyes, but cannot see? Answer at the end]

-One year later-

The day after Bruce made the decision, He and Alfred took one of the many private jets the Wayne family owned and flew to London, England.

The team of bodyguards would fly in on another of Bruce's private jets and land before them to secure the airport for their arrival.

Before leaving, Alfred informed Detective Gordon of their departure. When asked why Alfred said Bruce was having a hard time in Gotham without his parents and needed some time away.

Jim Gordon understood immediately and only asked for their contact information in London in case there was a break in the case.

Bruce thought he would be staying in a hotel once they landed, but it turns out that he owns many different properties in London and pretty much all other major cities across the world.

Once they settled into a penthouse apartment in the heart of London, Bruce went site seeing as the day was still young.

He never got to travel at all in his past life, so taking some time to explore was a must for him.

Sadly, the next day came and Bruce was put back on the path of Alfred's hellish training.

Weeks go by as Bruce gets into a routine of training. Wake up, eat, train, eat, relax, train, eat, sleep, and repeat.

This was Bruce's life.

Well, it wasn't that mundane every day. He went out and splurged his almost infinite money on anything that caught his eye and ate at nice restaurants on his days off.

Though, for some reason his addiction to fast food carried over to this world because Bruce would rather get some McNuggets and fries than eat at a fancy place most nights.

Maybe that's his childish taste buds though.

Sometimes he would kick back and play some retro games that he didn't play in his past life, but he preferred games that would come out in the future over older games.

There was a downside to the move though.

The United Kingdom doesn't take kindly to most weapons, especially guns, so Bruce hasn't been able to practice his gunplay as he wished he could.

Although, they were able to get a special permit for his bodyguards to stay armed with pistols, including Alfred.

Being rich and influential had its perks after all.

Unluckily, that permit didn't involve Bruce, so he focused on other parts of his training for the time being.

The large majority of knives are illegal to have as well, but Bruce still smuggled in his trusty Bowie knife and trains with it every day.

He just leaves it at home and doesn't carry it everywhere as he did in America.

After a while, Alfred decided to contact some of his old military buddies and have them teach Bruce as well.

Of course, Bruce had no problem as he would be learning more than what Alfred could teach him.

Some of them even took jobs as bodyguards, making Alfred happy that he could work with some old friends again.

Other than training, Bruce has looked into other DC heroes and villains that he knew about and most of his searches were fruitful.

Places like Metropolis City and Smallville Kansas exist, so that means Superman is probably there somewhere.

Same with Star City, Central City, National City, etc. This means the Green Arrow, The Flash, and Supergirl will be here as well.

'Should I make the Justice league earlier than normal?' Bruce thought as he learned for sure that this was the DC universe. 'It would come in handy when any of the big bad guys come knocking. I could put myself in a leadership position early on as well.'

Speaking of Central city, Bruce wondered if he should figure out when the particle accelerator would explode and make a trip to get some free meta-human powers.

Though, he would have to be careful as some meta-human powers could be curses rather than blessings.

'I'll figure it out down the line. I have some time before Star Labs f*cks up anyway.' Bruce thought.

Time passes and Bruce's 11th birthday arrives.

Upon waking up he was greeted by a lavish breakfast and gifts from some of his employees. If he had any friends, they would send presents too, but Bruce has copied the same behavior he practiced in his old life.

The life of a loner.

Though this time he has Alfred, his teachers, and bodyguards so it's not as lonely as it sounds.

'Maybe I should make some friends that I don't have on payroll though...' Bruce thought as he shovels a fork full of buttery and sugary pancakes into his mouth.

After almost a year in London, Bruce was ready to pick up and move somewhere else. Maybe he would go to Japan next.

As he was thinking of this, a large owl flew into the apartment through the open balcony door.

Before Bruce even had time to swallow his food, the owl perched itself on the table and started pecking at a plate of bacon.

"Uhhhh, hello?" Bruce greets his new guest with a surprised expression. "What are you doing out during the day?"

Owls are nocturnal animals, so Bruce was confused by its arrival during the day.

"Master Bruce, would you like..." Alfred walks out of the kitchen and freezes as he sees the bird with a long piece of bacon in its mouth.

"He flew in just a moment ago." Bruce informs.

Nodding his head, Alfred turns to the bird and noticed a letter strapped to its leg.

"Is that a letter?" He asks as he approaches the bird and carefully removes it.

With its job done and its stomach full, the owl flies back out the window and disappears behind the horizon.

The letter is addressed to Mr. Bruce Thomas Wayne, so it came to the right place. It's also addressed to this apartment, though Alfred wasn't sure why a letter delivered by a bird would need an exact address. With curiosity getting the better of him, Alfred opens the letter and started reading.

'HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY'