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Different Batman

What if in a strange twist of whatever twists, a soul from Earth gets to choose between one overpowered wish or three templates that don't have any superpowers? Wait ... intelligence doesn't count as a superpower here? What a mistake on the twister's side. The soul will of course rather choose intelligence over a boring OP wish. Because three OP wishes are always better than one. Watch as this is a ... slightly different Batman.

Cedric_7512 · Anime et bandes dessinées
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Situation

(Bruce POV)

So let me get this started. What is the situation?

There are some things I need to take care of. First of, are the shareholders and the board of directors of Wayne Enterprises. Those dicks need to be put on a leash. Then there is the problem with emancipation ... I doubt that good ol' Sam will allow a 10-year-old to become emancipated. But what do I know? So the problem with a 'legal' guardian has to be solved.

Why does it have to be solved? Because from what I remember, everyone's favourite Butler Alfred Pennyworth ... was also shot in this version of Bruce Wayne's origin story. And he died and didn't make it. I do wonder whether this was just made for my sake. I mean don't get me wrong, if there is only one character that I can respect it's Alfred ... but I'm not what you would call a normal 10-year-old. And some of the things I'm going to do, aren't what he would allow.

I guess I can work with this new situation.

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If my memory serves me right and it does, I still have an uncle who will most likely get to be my guardian. Uncle Philip. Philip Walton Kane. He is someone that was important in the New 52 if I'm not wrong. Yeah, the Red Hood gang blackmailed him and made him "Red Hood 347". But that was on Prime Earth, I am convinced that I am not Prime Earth Bruce Wayne. But I will make sure of that later.

Uncle Philip could be useful for me. I have plans for him and how to use him. He will lead the company for me while I do other things. I know just what to create to make him my loyal dog. I never cared about Philip. I didn't know him. So that should deal with that case. But what about another case, where Uncle Philip is not my guardian?

I'll deal with that when the time comes.

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After guardianship and Wayne Enterprises, I'm pretty much free to do what I want. The first order of business is going to be creating my new 'garage' or some other place where I can put my lab. I'm not sure about creating a Batcave. That just seems like too much work ... oh right. I guess it's not too much work. 

Mental reminder: Create Meeseeks Box. 

That is probably one of the most important inventions. I mean just imagine having thousands of Meeseeks building a cave just the way I want and I don't even have to lift one finger. Or imagine using them in a fight. I'm not sure Batman will have that many 'enemies' in the future. I'll just annoy them all to death. 

Another important thing is of course 'Pickle Bruce'. It has to happen and it will. Or even better ... 'Pickle Batman'. Oh yes ... haha I can already see it happen. I am going to become the ultimate nuisance and evil in this world. Fear me, vermin!!

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I'm not sure it was so smart to get all of that intelligence ... now I understand Brainiac and other arrogant pricks. 

Nah, they're all beneath me now. The Pickle Batman will happen and I will watch as the criminals will fall into despair, due to losing to a fricking pickle. Oh yeah, that's a good idea. Better make another mental note to start as soon as possible. 

The Joker will then truly be the biggest joke. 

Ok, I have to get out of here now for real. This is not going to end well. 

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I ring for a nurse or someone to come to my room. It doesn't take long and someone comes ... running. It seems like being a Wayne really makes me a VIP. Ahh, it's good to be wealthy. 

"Mr. Wayne, you woke up! How fortunate, we were worried about you. How are you feeling?", the woman asked. 

"Like I was shot ...", I say with a straight face. 

"... w-well ... I see ... I-I'll go get the doctor, please don't move.", she stutters and then leaves the room. My, what weak nerves this woman has. Don't walk away like that. 

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After a few minutes, a man walks in with a white coat. Now if I were to think in analogies, this would make me believe he was a doctor ... but I know better than that ... this man is NOT a doctor ... he's a fraud. I don't know who he is but someone or multiple people are keeping watch on me it would seem. 

I can see the way he walks and the way his posture changes when he comes into the room and his eyes move around to check for something. So he is either a doctor with amazing paranoia and marvellous martial training, some random martial artist who likes to wear white coats or ... something else entirely.

How fascinating ... I can see everything he does and understand why he would do that. I reckon learning won't be hard anymore. I should really go on that training trip and learn martial arts in the future. I wouldn't be much of a Batman if I didn't. But unlike the original Bruce Wayne, I'm not going to be so stupid as to travel around as 'Bruce Wayne'. 

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"Hello Mr. Wayne, welcome back. I'm Dr. Stern. How are you feeling?", the man asks me.

"I don't know ... how would you feel if your parents and butler were killed in front of you and you were shot at as well?", I ask him with a monotone voice again.

"Not good I guess.", he answers with a smile on his face. Hmm, he is good. Very well trained and composed. He has his emotions under control. 

"Yeah ..."

"Are you in pain anywhere? Headaches or stomach pain?", the man asks me as he begins to 'check' on me. He checks for all sorts of pain on palpation. He really knows his stuff, but he didn't do that much of his homework. Some of the things he does, don't do anything and if he were a real doctor, he would know that. Unless he's fresh from University ... no, even then he would know that. 

"Yes, my headache is killing me and my back hurts as well.", I tell him because it does. The fact that I had been lying here for ... I don't know how long, has my back hurting like crazy. If I could go home, I'd fix it in no time but here I have to endure it. 

"I see. Well, that is normal for now after lying so long. I'll see whether I can give you some medication against it. Is there something else you would like? Some food or water?", he asks me.

"Yes ... I'm famished and thirsty.", I answer.

"That's good. I'll ask some of the nurses to bring you your food. And you please continue to rest here for the time being.", he says and is about to exit the room when I stop him. 

"What about Alfred? ... d-did he ...?", I stutter on purpose to make it believable.

"He's not out of danger at the moment ... But we'll do our absolute best to bring him back to you, alright? So don't worry about it for now and only focus on getting better.", he says with fake sympathy on his face. 

I only nod and then look away. Pathetic, if you believe that I'll just stay here for you to have enough time to give your employers notice about my status, then you're wrong buddy. It is time that I start my work. The first problem is Alfred's death. No matter what that fake doctor said, Alfred is dead. I don't have a butler that could provide me with materials. A laptop would suffice but that is not something that is available right now. 

That means... I have to make one out of the things I have in this room. Yeah, let's do that. But I'm sure that there are hidden cameras to keep watch on me. So that won't work as well as I would like. No need to expose my genius like that. So what to do? Ah, I have an idea. Just need to wait for the nurse to come back and then have her do some 'errands' for me. 

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After 17 minutes a woman in a nurse outfit enters my room with a tray of food. At least I hope so. 

"How are you, Mr. Wayne? I brought you some food and something to drink. I hope you will like it.", she says and places the tray on my little table that I have. It covers the lower half of my upper body and gives me some room to move my hands without it being seen on any camera ... I calculated and that is the most likely outcome. 

After she leaves the room, I slowly begin to grab the fork and knife. I grip them as hard as I can ... I then take a bite of the food. It's a soup with vegetables and meat. Surprisingly that is not bad food. But I don't eat much and then stop.

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48 minutes later the woman returns to check on me. She sees that I haven't eaten much.

"Oh, you haven't even eaten much. Are you not hungry? Should I take it away?", she asks me in a concerned voice that ... is genuine. I am surprised at this. She truly seems to be concerned that I didn't eat much. Hmm ... judging from her physique and the width of her hips ... a mother? Possible but not certain, more information is needed. 

"I- I am hungry ... but ..."

"I see. That's no problem. How about I take this soup that's now cold anyway and leave you with the bread? Then you can eat it whenever you wish.", she said and then looked at me for a moment with a thoughtful expression. 

"How about I turn on the TV? Would you like that? I believe there are some of these new shows that my kids love to watch. I have three children and they all like to watch these ... cartoons I think they are. Do you know them? Lonely Tunes? Something like that.

Anyway, they love to watch those and I agree it is funny. So sometimes when I get home early, we all watch it together and have fun. I think it would be a good thing to watch this now. 

Now let me see here. I don't know how this Television works that well ... we have one at home but nothing like this one here. I ... am not sure whether I am doing this right ..."

She tried to get the hang of the remote control for the TV for a few minutes. Surprisingly she didn't get angry or nervous. Prompts for being a mother and ... probably also a nurse I guess. That makes sense. 

She finally got it and managed to switch on Looney Tunes, cool. What is there not to like about a rabbit completely disregarding the laws of physics and messing with the hunter?

"There we go. I'll leave you alone now. If there is anything then press the button ok?", she tells me. 

I nod at her and earn a big hearty smile from her. I guess she is a good person...

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After the woman leaves the room, I'm finally alone and can do what I planned. I make sure that no angle is open for a potential camera. I keep my eyes on the TV as my hands work methodically. It is not as easy as I'd like, due to the size of my hands. I can however open all the screws without a problem and then continue to work on what I want. 

These stupid old men who want to steal my company. I'll show them. I continued my work for a few minutes. About 12 minutes and I'm finally finished. My only excuse for taking that long is that I didn't see anything. But I'll get the hang of this sooner or later. 

Now the only thing that needs to be done is ... 

*Zzzzzz*

A zapping sound is heard and then every electronic device, no matter how primitive, is turned off. I managed to make them all black out. Now I have to be smart with this and make sure that it looks like an accident later. Or rather ... I have a better idea. 

Why would I cover my tracks ... when someone else could do that for me? Alright, let me do this real quick.