Batman’s Son in Marvel

Adam spent hours investigating inside Wayne Tower, but no solid leads surfaced.

Who the hell would bomb a building that held almost no strategic value?

Wayne Tower was more symbolic than functional. Aside from minor property damage, the attack didn't achieve much.

The top executives of Wayne Group didn't even work out of this location. They only showed up for shareholder meetings and always arrived by helicopter, bypassing the lower floors entirely.

Even if someone wanted to assassinate a target, this wasn't the place to do it.

And according to Alfred, the surveillance system was destroyed right before the explosion.

This wasn't the work of some random terrorists. It was too clean, too deliberate.

After pacing for several minutes, Adam decided to consult Alfred, who had been overseeing the Wayne family's affairs for decades.

"Grandpa Alfred, have we pissed off anyone recently?"

Alfred shook his head without hesitation.

"No, Master. You know the Wayne Group is Gotham's largest philanthropic enterprise. Sixty percent of the city's public infrastructure was funded or built by us."

He paused for a moment before continuing.

"Even if there are rival companies competing with us, they wouldn't stoop to something like this. Blowing up buildings? That's not business—that's war."

Alfred's explanation made sense, but it didn't ease Adam's frustration.

"So what the hell is going on? Why attack Wayne Tower?"

Adam's brow furrowed as he began piecing things together.

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

"Wait a minute… Grandpa Alfred, why would they destroy the surveillance system?"

Before Alfred could respond, Adam spoke again, already figuring it out.

"Unless the footage contained something that could expose them."

Adam's eyes lit up. That had to be it.

If the surveillance footage revealed their identity, they'd need to destroy it before the explosion. Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense to take such a calculated risk.

"Can we still access the footage?"

Alfred shook his head.

"The drives were completely destroyed along with the system. There's nothing recoverable."

"Not necessarily."

Adam's lips curled into a faint smile.

The surveillance inside Wayne Tower might have been wiped, but the building wasn't in the middle of nowhere. It was surrounded by other businesses, shops, and public areas—all covered with cameras.

Even if the attackers disabled a few systems, there had to be gaps in their coverage.

"Skynet, access all surveillance cameras within a two-block radius of Wayne Tower."

"Focus on tracking any outsiders who entered the building today."

"Scanning…"

A few moments later, Skynet responded.

"104 outsiders entered Wayne Tower today. 103 were accounted for. One individual remains unidentified."

An image appeared on the holographic display—an average-looking man who could easily blend into a crowd.

The footage was blurry, but it clearly showed him entering the building.

"Dodge Marko," Skynet said.

"Former soldier in the U.S. Army. Retired four years ago due to a severe injury—lost his arm."

Adam's eyes narrowed.

The man in the footage clearly had both arms intact.

"Regrown limbs and explosive capabilities…"

A dark thought crossed Adam's mind.

"There's only one thing I know that can do that."

"Skynet, dig deeper into this guy's background. Where did he come from?"

Within seconds, Skynet pulled up more data.

"He was employed as a crew member on an oil tanker. Arrived in Gotham today by plane and headed straight for Wayne Tower."

"An oil tanker employing disabled veterans?"

Adam scoffed.

"Since when are oil companies this charitable?"

"Skynet, who owns the tanker?"

"It's registered to Elk Petroleum, a front for a pharmaceutical company based in Texas. The chairman is Aldrich Killian."

Adam's eyes turned cold.

"Killian."

He spat the name like venom.

The pieces finally fit.

Aldrich Killian—creator of the Extremis virus.

A recombinant DNA project that could rewrite human biology. It gave its users incredible abilities—super strength, rapid healing, and even regrowing limbs.

But it wasn't stable.

When users lost control, they exploded like living bombs.

Now it made sense why there were no traces of explosives left behind.

The bomb wasn't mechanical—it was biological.

"Killian, you bastard."

Adam's jaw tightened as he clenched his fists.

He hadn't gone looking for trouble, but Killian had dragged him into it anyway.

The only explanation?

Saving Tony Stark.

Killian had wanted Stark dead, and Adam had ruined his plan. Now Killian wanted revenge.

But he'd made one hell of a mistake.

Adam wasn't someone who took threats lightly.

"Skynet, activate the Warforce Protocol."

"Convert all available resources into combat readiness within five days."

"Also, track Killian's movements. I want his exact location."

"Yes, Master," Skynet replied.

The calm, mechanical voice echoed in the room, but there was a hint of urgency in its tone.

Adam's eyes burned with determination.

Killian wanted war?

Then war was what he was going to get.

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