DC:The Darkest Knight

*Ding*

I exited the elevator and made my way to the meeting room. Just as I was about to enter, the secretary at the door stopped me.

"Sir, you can't be here. Please leave now or I will call security," she said, blocking my path.

"Did you get this job through nepotism?" I asked, genuinely curious since there was no way they would put someone this stupid in a position like this.

"What?"

Yep, she is an idiot.

"Do you think anyone can just walk into Wayne Enterprises and come to this floor, especially today with all the board members present? And are you really so incompetent that you don't even know who owns this company?"

"What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Is 'what' the only word in your vocabulary, girl? Speak up; I can't hear you."

"Master Bruce, I think that's enough. The poor girl is already in tears," Alfred said, gently patting the now tearful secretary's shoulder.

"What's your name, miss?" Alfred asked her.

"*Sniff,* Abigail," she replied through her tears.

"That's a lovely name, Miss Abigail. You see, this boy here is Bruce Wayne, the owner of this company. He's here for an important meeting and is a bit stressed, so please excuse his rudeness," Alfred said, trying to comfort her.

"How about you get some fresh air to calm down while I handle things here, alright?" Alfred suggested, his voice soft so as to not startle the girl further.

The secretary nodded weakly and left.

"You didn't have to be so harsh, Master Bruce. She's just a young girl doing her job."

"And she is terrible at it. What kind of secretary abandons her post just because a stranger tells her to?"

Anyways, time for dynamic entry.

*BANG*

Kicking the meeting room's door, I entered as everyone inside turned their heads towards me. I walked straight to the head seat and sat down.

"Hey kid, you can't sit there. Get up, bef... Bruce?" One board member began to scold me, but halfway through he squinted and looked at me carefully before he asked, glancing at Alfred. They recognized him but weren't sure if I was Bruce Wayne since I was just a kid the last time I was here.

"In the flesh, Mr. Leech."

"What?"

"Okay, I'm not here to entertain you clowns. If you open the laptops in front of you, you will see a folder named "I fucked up." Inside of it is evidence of your crimes, every single one, down to every last detail."

They opened the folder and glanced at it, but some of them just looked at me with smug expressions.

"What's your point, you little brat? Do you think this scares us?" one of the female board members said, casually blowing on her nails.

"Don't twist your panties, you harpy. It's not over. Open the 'I'm fucked up v2.' Inside of it, you'll find evidence against the corrupt judges you trust so much."

They quickly opened the folder, and after a few minutes, panic set in. Every single one of them began to sweat buckets, and the color drained from their faces.

They turned towards me, their pupils trembling from fear.

"Mr. Wayne—"

"AND," I interrupted loudly, silencing the leech, "if you open the folder 'I'm Fucked Up v3' this time, you'll see the crimes of every single one in your bloodline, even your damn dogs."

"I'm talking about Mr. Puddles; the things that monster did, even the devil will be ashamed of it," I said, giving a meaningful look at the female board member.

"Alfred, if you don't mind."

"Certainly not, Master Bruce."

Alfred took out several documents from his briefcase and laid them in front of the board members.

Even if some of them weren't as corrupt as the others, they still had a few petty crimes here and there, like stealing a little bit of money from the company, not enough to damage it. I could let them stay, but it's unnecessary. It's better to root out all of the cancer, even the harmless ones.

"Now, you leeches have two choices: sign these papers and sell your shares to me at the reasonable price of $69, or you can do that anyway."

"Mr. Wayne, there is no—"

"Chop chop, leech. I'm here to cleanse my company of your filth, not listen to your nagging."

In the end, they had no choice but to comply.

"They all signed, Master Bruce," Alfred said, handing me the documents.

"Listen, listen, listen," I pointed at each board member one by one. "Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off. Get out."

"*Gasp* You can't speak to us like that, Bruce. We are your elders," a female board member said with a shocked expression, clearly offended by my colorful language.

I ignored her as she and the others entered the elevator.

"The court won't like this, Bruce," one of them warned as the doors shut.

He was talking about the Court of Owls.

'Eden, blow that fucker's house.'

{Already on it, sir.}

"Master Bruce, should we send the evidence to GCPD now?"

"Sending the evidence is a last resort, Alfred. If they get arrested, it could hurt Wayne Enterprises and shake public trust. Plus, having the evidence gives us an advantage over them... Anyways, how are the preparations coming along?"

"Everything is ready, sir. Reporters have been arranged, rights for live TV broadcasts have been bought, invitations have been sent, and necessary permissions have been received. In a month from now, we can hold the conference at Wayne Manor."

"It will be too crowded. My lovely Teleute won't like it. Arrange one of our hotels, Alfred."

"As you wish, sir."

***

[1 month later, Wayne hotel]

I stood behind the curtains of the curved stage, gazing at the audience. There were more than 300 people, all waiting for me. Reporters were adjusting their equipment, TV cameramen were checking their cameras, and guests were shifting in their seats, looking a bit restless.

"It's time, darling," Teleute said as she adjusted my tie. It was too crowded for her liking, but she still came since she wanted to show her support.

"I'm kinda nervous, not gonna lie. It's my first time being in front of so many people," I said as I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand.

I used to kill people for a living and didn't even flinch, but now, facing 300 people, I felt anxious.

"It's okay, dear. I know you will do wonderfully. Just be yourself and try to have fun, okay?" Teleute reassured me, giving me a gentle kiss.

"Okay, let's do this." After giving Teleute one last kiss for luck, I pulled back the curtains and stepped onto the stage, momentarily blinded by the camera flashes.

"Good evening, everyone. I'm Bruce Wayne, and welcome to Wayne Expo." I announced as the crowd burst into applause.

"I'm not going to give a fancy speech and talk about what not to bore you. You all came for a reason, and I want to respect your time. Tonight, Wayne Enterprises is launching three new products. The first is a health supplement called Super Endless Health, or Seh for short."

As I spoke, a platform with a pill appeared on stage.

"It's a sub-health drug, an extra that you can use to help you feel more energetic and maintain your well-being. However, it's important to remember that it shouldn't replace regular exercise and a balanced diet. This supplement aids your health but cannot make you healthy by itself. To put it simply, think of your body as a car; this supplement acts like nitro, giving your car a boost but not making it run. It will cost $50 per bottle, with ten pills included that will last you at least a month. We made it affordable so everyone can improve their health. More information is available on our website."

As I finished, reporters rushed to ask questions, but I raised my hand.

"Please wait until the end of the night for your questions. Now, let's move on to our second product, aimed at entertainment, especially for gamers."

I stepped aside as another platform appeared, showcasing a VR helmet.

"Wayne Helmet, a revolutionary product that will change virtual reality, will make virtual reality... a reality, priced at $2500. The helmet's high-density microwave transceivers are capable of accessing the user's brain, allowing it to send fake signals to the five senses of the user. It also sends faint electromagnetic waves to prevent your body from moving in real life, thus avoiding injuries. In simpler terms, you won't be able to tell the difference between reality and virtual reality. That's why there is a limitation of 4 hours of continuous use at a time. After using the helmet for 4 hours straight, the user will be forcefully locked out for another 4 hours. To avoid multi-accounting and protect privacy, only one person will be able to register their data on the helmet. If anyone other than the registered user uses the helmet, they will be locked out. We are also launching a game that comes with the helmet."

The curtain behind me transformed into a massive screen displaying different areas, epic combat, and adventures. Basically, a classic MMORPG trailer.

"Welcome to Death's World, a game where you take on the role of an ancient hero resurrected by Death herself. Your mission is to battle outer gods that threaten to destroy the world and steal Death for their absolute ruler, me," I said as I appeared on the screen with a wretched smile while holding onto a shadowy silhouette of a woman who looked exactly like Teleute.

"In this world, you can be anything you desire. You have full control over your character and can choose from hundreds of races, including but not limited to dwarfs, elves, humans, and fairies. Choose the one you want and like, and there is no class restriction in this game. You could be a noble Paladin using dark magic, a demon with holy powers, or even a Centaur alchemist. The entire world is yours to explore. You can interact with everything, even the tiniest grain of sand. You can do anything here that you can do in real life. For example," I pointed to the screen as it changed from gameplay to a mountain.

"You are on a quest and need to cross a mountain to reach your goal. In Death's World, you can choose to go around the mountain, climb it, dig a tunnel, fly over it with a mount, destroy the mountain, or skip it entirely and abandon the mission. The choice is yours!"

"You say it's a realistic game, but what about NPC interactions?" one guest shouted.

"Great question, random citizen," I replied with a thumbs up.

"Each and every NPC in the game is controlled by an AI that mimics human interactions and emotions. They have their own opinions, personalities, likes, and dislikes, making it hard for players to distinguish between NPCs and real players. For instance, this NPC, the Duchess of the North," I pointed to the screen where a stunning red-haired woman in a medieval dress appeared.

"She is a widow whose late husband was the Duke of the North. She loves to watch the moon at night, ride horses, and be around young, attractive men. If you choose to play in the North, she will give you your first quest. You can create a handsome character or play as yourself. If you customize your character, there will be a mark on your head to show it. The duchess will treat you better if you are handsome, but if your character is ugly, she may be cold towards you. And it's not just that. The NPC will remember players who achieve certain milestones, like completing quests. For instance, one of her quests involves killing 10 wolves. When the first player finishes this quest, she will recall their name in future conversations. If a player goes above and beyond by eliminating all the wolves, she will remember them even more and offer special treatment, such as higher rewards, praise to other quest givers, and possibly a unique quest."

Just as I finished, one of the young guests raised his hand.

"Yes," I motioned for him to speak.

"Can you fuck it?"

"Excuse me?"

"Can you fuck it?"

I noticed that the second time he asked, most of the crowd leaned in closer.

"...No."

"Awww, jeez, come on, man." He and his friends looked disappointed and slumped their shoulders as they got up and left.

Silence enveloped the entire crowd; even reporters stopped taking pictures. I wasn't sure if it was awkwardness or if they were disappointed as well.

"While you enjoy the gameplay, let me introduce the second part of our VR product: the suit," I said, breaking the silence and stepping aside as the suit appeared.

"This suit will mimic your in-game actions and send signals to your body, making you feel like it's really happening. For example, when your shield gets hit, you'll feel the impact in your arm. The suit detects these actions and creates a realistic sensation of your gaming experience. With this suit, you won't just sense the game; you'll truly feel it. And it's priced at $10,000... If that's not enough, let me show you this," I said, spreading my arms as the stage transformed into a Terrarian environment, just like the one on the screen behind me.

"The stage I'm standing on is actually a room made with nanotechnology that can change to match the area and objects in the game," I explained as the room shifted to a medieval tavern, and I took a seat at the counter.

"There are projections throughout the room using hard light technology to mimic movable objects, allowing you to interact with them," I said, picking up an apple from the counter and tossing it in the air before catching it.

"This room lets you not just sense or feel the game, but to truly live in it... It's a bit pricey at 10 million, but don't worry; having the suit or the room won't affect gameplay, just how you enjoy it."

As I finished, the audience began to applaud while reporters rushed the stage but were held back by security.

"Please, I'm almost finished. The next item isn't a product but a project set to be completed in a few years. It's a giant arc reactor that will be constructed beneath Wayne Tower."

The entire room changed back to the stage, and this time Wayne Tower emerged from the stage, but with an extra arc reactor beneath it.

"It's a completely renewable energy source that generates 20 gigajoules per second, which means it's as powerful as 20 nuclear reactors. If we were to convert it to hours, it would be 72,000 gigajoules per hour, and if we were to convert it to gigawatts, it would be 20.16 gigawatts. One gigawatt is enough to power a medium-sized city, which means this arc reactor will be able to power 20 medium-sized cities. In a few years, a new age will begin, an age that Gotham and possibly the world will no longer have any energy problems, and Wayne Enterprises will be the ones to open the doors of this new age."

The room fell silent for a moment before the audience got up and began to applaud loudly enough to feel vibrations. Reporters rushed towards the stage with questions, while important guests began to make or answer phone calls.

"Thank you for being here, and enjoy your evening." I gave a small salute and ran away.

Once backstage, I hurried to Teleute and hugged her to ease my nerves.

Mama raised no pussy, but damn, that was scary as hell. Standing and speaking in front of hundreds of people for the first time in my life was really a lifetime experience.

"It's over, dear. I'm here," Teleute said, gently stroking my hair. "You did wonderfully out there. I'm so proud of you."

"You were natural, sir. If Master Thomas could see you now, he would be very proud of you," Alfred added with a sorrowful tone, giving my back a reassuring pat.

This damn old man keeps poking out whenever I'm having a moment with my beloved wife.

Ignoring him, I continued to bury my face into Teleute's bosom.