Reborn as Batman

[Third person POV]

[Location: Gotham City, New Jersey] 

[Date / Time: Friday, July 27th 1988, 8:00 AM] 

Bruce was on his way home from his weekly therapy session with Dr  Thompkins. Alfred's driving was smooth as always and Bruce was lost in thought. He had attacked and interrogated more of Falcone's men at one of the bases that he got out of his men. 

The police hadn't yet released a statement but the news had covered the incident. Still he had other things to worry about. First Joe Chill's body hadn't been discovered yet. The second thing that troubled him was Wayne enterprises. 

Mainly because his corrupt uncle and those vultures that call themselves board members had been systematically taking his company. Jacob, Nathan, and Philip Kane each of them were diving up Bruce's company like slices of cake between them. 

Still as much their actions sparked rage in Bruce's heart he couldn't do much about it right now. However he had a plan. He always has a plan and do you know why? Because he's Bruce "I plan for everything" Wayne! 

So he found a solution if he can't run Wayne enterprises yet he'll just make his own. With that thought a new start up company and it shall be called "Bruce Wayne Solutions" and it will be the greatest corporation to ever live. A veritable Arasaka from cyber punk but without the rampant corruption and nuke in the main building. 

It was the most practical solution for the time period. Plus to be honest Bruce just really wanted to put his name on a really tall building. Sure there was Wayne tower but that was just his family's name plus it was only the w. Still before he could do that the company had to actually be successful. Luckily for him he not only could recreate any tech he saw in his last life but thanks to his mission rewards from before he could now also do so with medicine. That was thanks to his new skill Medical Mimicry. 

Plus since the year was 1988 there were plenty of important medicines that hadn't been made yet. His first problem was the emerging HIV and AIDS epidemic. The simple answer was to create the different HAART drugs. Sure he had never taken them himself but he had been to multiple hospitals where he saw them in his last life. Plus he could also introduce the vaccine for them as well. In fact that was how he knew what they were as well as most other medicines. 

That in addition to the fact that he had gotten hurt on missions during his last life and Not Alfred had to heal him. So he had a vast enough reliquary of different medicines to choose from. Either way plans for the future would be put into motion regardless. Especially because in multiple timelines Bruce Wayne manages to lose all his wealth. 

Still right now he was focused on the new building he bought for his new company. Entering the building most of it was empty he was mainly here just to check out the space. It had three floors despite being empty it wasn't too dusty. Frankly it wouldn't take too much time to get running. 

"Alfred." Bruce turned on his heals to look at the British butler. 

"Yes Master Bruce?" Alfred tilted his head down to look Bruce in the eye. 

"I have big plans for this place." 

"Of course master Bruce." 

"The first floor will be machinery the second floor will be for paperwork and staff. The third floor will be offices. We'll start with making and selling cars. Then we'll move on to more complex machines."

"Very well master Bruce." 

"Of course we'll have to move on to more factory use later on." 

"Of course master Bruce."

•••XXX•••

After that day things changed in Gotham city. Every night the Falcone family got hit. Nobody knew who did it and soon enough the Maroni family were too. After that it was petty thrives and robbers. Criminals of all kinds big or small were ending up in the hospital. Meanwhile just as big things had been going on in the brighter sides of the city. 

Bruce Wayne had founded a new company with the help of his butler. They were selling cars right out of peoples dreams. The media said each vehicle was years ahead of what was coming out these days. Everybody wanted to drive Wayne now. Speaking of Wayne himself they said every single one was his own design. Like the kid was some sort of boy genius. 

But there was an even bigger trial about the kid. Apparently a body was found recently in crime alley. Nothing unusual except that's exactly where the kids parents kicked the bucket. The bigger kicker though was that there was a message carved into the body. 

"DON'T MESS WITH THE WAYNES" 

It was a real Grimm site to be sure.  The body had been cut up and stabbed real bad. Worse than that was apparently it was done while the guy was still alive. What killed him was a couple of bullets. The gun was with him too. Turned out to be the same gun and bullets stolen from the GCPD headquarters. The exact ones that killed the Waynes. The fingerprints matched those of the victim taken from the gun too. No doubt about it the poor bastard was the one who killed the rich couple. 

So of course the kid and the butler went on trial. They got off Scott free though. Even if their alibis were air tight, which they were. It was clear that the judge and the entire jury were payed off. Either way it didn't matter Jim had done his part. He had a late night tonight all he had to do was sort some paperwork. It simply and none of those things mattered. 

All he had to worry about now was his wife and kid. Think weren't exactly the safest for them in this city. With Jim's morals it was only a matter of time until a dirty cop like Flass started making threats. He planned to transfer out of this damned city and go back to Chicago. Sadly those plans aren't going to work out. 

You might wonder why exactly that is? Well that's because someone or something has what feels like a gun pressed against the back of his head. Which leads to his current situation being filled with questions. 

"Don't turn around… you're a good cop. One of the few." The voice was calm yet dark like whisper in the night. 

"What do want" Jim said it was all dark in the room nothing to get a reflection of the man behind him from. 

"Carmine Falcone has been bringing in shipments of drugs into the city. Yet nobody takes him down. Why?" The voice was slightly familiar but Jim couldn't quite place it. 

"He's paid the right people." Jim tried to stay calm. Judging by this guys line of questioning the next decided whether or not this went south. 

"What will it take to bring him down?" This was a good sign but not a perfect solution.

"Evidence, a judge, and someone willing to prosecute. Hell you'd also need a to make sure the whole damn jury isn't paid off." Jim huffed he thought he might just get out of this one. 

"I see that can be arranged. I also need a cop not corrupt enough to take him in. However you've already taken a rake." Jim remembered the trench coat he'd received. He thought it was just a gift but he later found out he was being paid off. 

"Look… I'm new here I didn't know that." The voice hummed and then spoke again. 

"I'll be keeping in touch Gordan I look forward to working with you." And then just like that the presence disappeared.

Sorry about the shorter chapter it got deleted so I had to rewrite it. Anyway tell me what you guys thought of the chapter. I like comments and they help motivate me to write more.