In a small café in Brooklyn sat a man who had become the center of countless wandering eyes.
He was simply seated by the window.
Yet his mere presence had nearly filled what was normally a quiet little coffee shop.
His black suit, paired with a gray Imperial-collar shirt and a black tie woven with subtle patterns, gave every one of his movements an aristocratic elegance rarely seen in America.
The well-tailored suit also perfectly accentuated his powerful physique.
The only thing that seemed slightly at odds with that imposing build was his somewhat melancholy face.
Yet rather than feeling out of place, the contrast created a unique kind of charm.
When Wayne had stepped out of his home dressed like this today, he was no longer the Dark Knight who walked through the night.
Instead, he had become Bruce Wayne, the socialite who moved effortlessly through high society.
Some time ago, Thomas had been curious why he always referred to himself as “Wayne” instead of “Bruce.”
Wayne’s answer had been simple.
“The name Bruce carries too much. I’m still not sure I’m worthy of bearing everything it represents.”
Just as he had never once declared himself to be Batman.
The meaning behind that title was simply too heavy.
“You’ve already become him. Everything that belonged to him is now a part of you. What’s so heavy about that?”
Thomas’s words completely awakened Wayne.
He had already become the Bruce Wayne of this universe.
So what exactly was he still hesitating over?
Bruce held a copy of the Daily Bugle, opened to an article reporting Spider-Man’s death.
To anyone watching, it looked as though he was carefully reading the newspaper.
In reality, his attention had never left the house directly across the street.
Kingpin’s house.
“Handsome, how about we get to know each other?”
A long-haired woman confidently sat down across from Bruce.
To be fair, she was indeed beautiful.
Long black hair.
A healthy, attractive figure.
By any standard, she would have made an excellent partner.
If she hadn’t happened to approach Bruce, it was safe to say that eight out of ten men would have been utterly captivated by her flirting.
Bruce folded his newspaper neatly and set it beside him.
With a gentle smile, he said,
“I’m very sorry, miss, but you’re simply not my type.”
The woman was about to say something else.
But Bruce had already slipped a bill beneath his coffee cup.
“I’m sorry, but I have something I need to take care of. It was a pleasure meeting you.”
After saying that, he turned and walked out of the café.
Although being rejected left the woman a little disappointed, the graceful and courteous manner in which Bruce carried himself quickly erased her displeasure.
Men enjoyed looking at beautiful women.
Women enjoyed looking at handsome men just as much. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Bruce was, by any conventional standard, extraordinarily handsome.
The kind of handsome that was irresistibly attractive.
Even after he had left the café, the woman found herself unable to look away from him.
That melancholy expression, coupled with his subtle aristocratic aura, made him impossible to ignore.
“Living with a man like him must be wonderful…” she murmured to herself.
If anyone who had ever worked with Bruce Wayne had heard that comment, they would undoubtedly have rolled their eyes at her.
Dressed in refined elegance, Bruce arrived outside Kingpin’s residence.
The two bodyguards immediately regarded him with wary eyes.
“I’m sorry, sir. Mr. Fisk isn’t home today. If you have any business with him, I can pass along a message.”
One of the bodyguards stepped forward before Bruce reached the entrance and placed a hand firmly on Bruce’s shoulder.
It had to be said that even Kingpin’s bodyguards were enormous men, each standing well over six feet three inches tall.
Their sheer size made them incredibly intimidating.
Standing in front of Bruce, they gave away nothing in terms of physical presence.
“Oh, that’s unfortunate. It took quite a bit of effort to schedule today’s appointment. I didn’t expect Mr. Fisk to have other business.”
Bruce looked genuinely disappointed as he spoke.
At the same time, however, the corner of his eye had already identified the exact positions of both pistols on the guards’ belts.
“Then you’ll have to make another appointment.”
The bodyguard had seen situations like this countless times before.
His expression remained cold and professional.
“Alright. Thank you.”
Bruce casually placed a hand on the bodyguard’s shoulder as well.
His fingers subtly slid upward toward the man’s neck.
The guard instantly felt every ounce of strength leave his body.
His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed straight toward Bruce.
“Hey! Buddy, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”
Bruce hurriedly caught him, sounding genuinely concerned.
The second bodyguard didn’t rush over.
Instead, he cautiously remained where he was, resting one hand on the pistol at his waist.
He couldn’t be certain whether Bruce had done something.
After all, the two of them had just made physical contact.
He knew perfectly well that countless methods existed that could render someone unconscious with nothing more than a brief touch.
What if Bruce had used one of them?
“Please lay my colleague on the ground.”
“Thank you for your cooperation.”
The guard remained extremely professional.
He gestured with one hand for Bruce to lower his unconscious partner.
“Of course. No problem.”
“There’s no need to be nervous.”
“I certainly don’t want my own mistake to make you shoot me.”
Bruce looked exactly like an ordinary civilian caught in an unexpected situation.
“Watch carefully.”
“I’m putting him down now.”
Even while lowering the unconscious guard, Bruce continued narrating every movement for the other man’s benefit.
Slowly…
He placed the unconscious bodyguard onto the ground.
The second guard couldn’t shake the feeling that something about Bruce’s behavior was strange.
He just couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.
Suddenly—
Bruce flipped up the unconscious guard’s suit jacket.
At the same instant, a tiny tranquilizer dart shot from his hand, striking the second guard squarely in the neck.
The guard clutched at his throat in shock before slowly collapsing.
Even as consciousness faded, his hand never left the pistol at his waist.
He had remained on guard against Bruce until the very end.
Unfortunately…
No matter how cunning the fox…
It can never outwit a master hunter.
Bruce calmly picked up the unconscious guard and carried him toward the front entrance of Kingpin’s mansion.
He carefully laid both bodyguards side by side.
Then he retrieved the tranquilizer dart he had fired.
Looking at the tiny yet incredibly effective device, Bruce couldn’t help but think—
Just as expected of Batman’s equipment.
Simple.
Efficient.
That said, Wilson Fisk clearly had absolute confidence in his home’s security.
Even after leaving, he hadn’t bothered locking the front door.
Bruce gave it a gentle push.
The home of New York’s underground king quietly opened before him.
And thus…
The Bat began his infiltration.
Just grab the PDF and binge the entire story from start to finish!Guys,
(End of Chapter)