"Boss, we thought we lost you!" a man said when he rushed in. He wore a jacket and a chain hung down his neck. "I am not your boss, I am Bruce, Bruce Wayne!" he replied. "Boss, look at me," he said, terror in his eyes. "I am Arturo, Arturo Vof. The ass-kicker, the throat slither.""I don't know you," Bruce maintained. "He must be in shock. But he is one hell of a tough guy…" the doctor was cut short as Arturo choked him by his collar."My boss? A guy? He's a god, the god of the street! Now if you don't want me to show you why I'm the throat slither, shut your gob!" Arturo blurted and knelt beside Bruce's bed. "I understand, boss. With time, you'll be fine." "Me! A god?" Bruce said to himself amidst the argument. "Let's do a final check, please," the doctor said with a plea and Arturo walked out after a nod from Bruce. The nod came as an afterthought.Immediately Arturo was out, Bruce sat up on the bed. "May I have a mirror, please?""Wow," again the doctor exclaimed and gestured

Bruce sprang into action as soon as he received Arturo's distress call. Without wasting a moment, he briskly made his way to the bathroom, preparing for the task at hand. The cold water cascaded over his body, sharpening his senses and focusing his mind. As he took his bath, a sense of urgency dawned upon him and he hurried through the early morning cultures. With renewed vigour, he stepped out and approached his wardrobe, carefully selecting a pair of pants and a comfortable T-shirt. To complete his ensemble, he reached for the iconic trademark jacket and slipped it on.As Bruce made his way outside, he found Arturo anxiously waiting in the hallway. Arturo's eyes were filled with a mix of fear and despair, his firsthand experience of the outposts' destruction evident. Arturo had been a loyal henchman in the Mane District, but this sudden and devastating attack had shaken him to his core. Bruce acknowledged his distress with a solemn nod, silently understanding the gravity of the si

The Goldfield's canopy was a high-security area, and access was strictly restricted. It was peace to finally be back where he once worked as Bruce Wayne. But he was going in as Vito DiMarco, the mafia boss. Bruce, however, was determined to enter. He pounded on the doors, demanding to be let in, causing quite a commotion. The security personnel checked the CCTV footage and were surprised to see such a persona on the premise. Alarmed, they contacted the CSO, who rushed to the scene."Who are you? What is going on here?" the CSO asked, holding his handgun."Bind me with whatever you can," Bruce said knowing that it was a day when the chairman and all heads of the organization would be present. Also, he knew that he would be watched are the moment. "Just take me to the chairman. I know something that he has to know. I have a piece of information that would keep his life and the company."In the respite that followed, a call came through for the CSO and after the call, he ordered that Br

Bruce sat in the front seat of the van, his eyes were busy, staring at the trees as the van zoomed past the road. He felt the air as a new being, three minds entwined in his single being. For the first time, he had the time to imagine the concept of the 6-Tier system. He had aspirations, but he thought it was all over when he died as Bruce. Only to be reborn as Vito DiMarco. Also, in his death as Vito, all he could see was darkness. Only to be reborn as Agent Liam Payne. The reality that he was a mix of Bruce Wayne, Vito DiMarco, and Liam Payne brought about a concoction of fascination, something he marvelled at."I'm alive," he said to himself and smiled. He changed his gaze to the driver, junior Agent James Watson. As he looked at him, a flood of memories surged through his mind as if someone had triggered them intentionally.James was once a young boy whom Liam had found in the depths of the city's creeks. Homeless and battered. He had taken him under his wing, paying for his ed

Bruce, still groggy from his long night stood from his bed and wagged his head as he walked towards the restroom. It was his best night ever, having taken an indulgent meal and rested his body on the soft cushioned bed.After he was done, he made his way to the district alongside his dedicated team. As they passed through the gate and strolled down the corridors, Bruce was adorned with showers of grins, nods, and was welcomed. Finally, they arrived at the command room, a high-tech hub adorned with numerous screens displaying vital information and a sprawling electronic map.Upon entering the command room, Bruce was met with a rear, including warm smiles and nods from his fellow agents. But it was Anderson Crawford, the chief himself, who greeted him with a genuine smile and a hearty embrace. Crawford's hand patted Bruce on the back, a gesture of both congratulations and relief.After the embrace, Crawford stepped back, his eyes filled with admiration for Liam's team. "I can't believe