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"Oh, right. Tomorrow's my birthday," Bruce said. "I'm holding a party at Wayne Manor. Will you come?"
"Are you inviting me?" Morin nodded. "Of course."
"Ahem. Well-also," Bruce cleared his throat, "about Rachel. Didn't you say you had a way?"
"You still failed?" Morin looked at him and smiled. "Seems a billionaire's dating skills aren't that impressive."
"Rachel is different," Bruce said, shaking his head. "She's unique."
"Tsk. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," Morin said. "Fine. I'm a good person."
He didn't drag it out and told Bruce how to fix things.
The idea was simple.
Tell Rachel what he was really doing.
"That won't work," Bruce said, frowning. "What I'm involved in is dangerous."
Morin shut him down with one sentence.
"I'm an outsider, but I've seen Rachel's personality through information," Morin said.
"Don't pretend you don't know her, Bruce."
"She's an idealist who loves justice. If you don't tell her the truth, you'll never even be speaking the same language."
"But what I'm doing involves power," Bruce said carefully.
"She respects the law. And what I'm about to do-"
"Rules are made by people," Morin said, waving his hand.
"And what's made by people can be changed by people."
"Did law exist at the beginning? Or was it created by those with power and influence?"
"We're doing the same thing. And at least we're fighting criminals."
Morin almost said if she can't accept that, she's too much of a Mary Sue-
But he remembered how deeply Bruce cared about Rachel.
He swallowed it.
"Then tell her a partial truth."
"A partial truth?" Bruce froze.
"Nine parts truth. One part lie," Morin said as he stood.
"What that one part is-you already know."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
Of course he would be there.
If Morin remembered correctly, that would be the night Ra's al Ghul appeared at Wayne Manor.
Bruce understood Morin wasn't going to elaborate.
He had enough.
He nodded and left to find Rachel.
Halfway there, something felt off.
After thinking for a long time, he realized it.
I got kicked out again.
I was going to buy the house Morin was renting and become his landlord so he couldn't send me off anymore.
Day Two
To maintain a low profile, Morin rode with Gordon straight to Wayne Manor.
The plot had already changed significantly.
Now-
• Gordon knew Batman was Bruce Wayne.
• Rachel was never kidnapped. Crane had been eliminated early, and Falcone was collapsing. He had no energy to target her.
• Scarecrow was dealt with in advance, and an antidote to the fear toxin had been developed, mass-produced, and distributed across Gotham.
• With Wayne Enterprises' resources, producing the antidote was trivial. Cost didn't matter. Efficiency did.
• Under the guise of subway inspections, antidote dispersal devices had been installed along every underground line.
The League of Assassins planned to spread the fear toxin across the city.
A stationary microwave weapon wouldn't work.
So they put it on a train.
Evaporate the underground water as it moved.
They wanted to turn Gotham's lifeline-carefully rebuilt by Wayne Enterprises-into a death sentence.
Morin's countermeasure was simple.
He didn't stop the weapon.
He needed it activated.
Only when Gotham saw the enemy's destructive power would Morin and his allies become heroes.
No one appreciates salvation they never felt the need for.
Morin never forced agreement.
He presented the plan to Bruce and Gordon.
They all agreed.
People like Rachel were rare.
The decision passed unanimously.
"There's not much time left for that organization," Gordon said as he drove.
"In one day, the water cycle will fully replace the toxin. Are you sure they'll act?"
"Whether they do or not doesn't matter," Morin said.
"This is their best chance. They just don't know I exist."
"If they don't show up, we lose nothing."
"Our plan doesn't depend on this."
Gordon thought it through.
Morin was right.
With Wayne Enterprises operating at full capacity, and Morin and Bruce clearing Gotham's gangs both openly and quietly, control was inevitable.
Time was the only requirement.
The only risk was the League going into hiding.
But that didn't worry Morin.
With his strength, there was nothing to fear.
"Why wouldn't I be confident?" he chuckled.
Soon, they arrived at Wayne Manor.
There was no tired cliché of servants or guests looking down on Morin.
Anyone allowed inside had already been vetted.
Alfred was more than a butler.
He handled things a butler normally never would.
And Morin's presence spoke for itself.
Tall. Handsome. Near-perfect proportions.
A custom suit only experts could recognize as top-tier.
Lazy. Relaxed. Unrestrained.
He became the center of attention instantly.
"Did you suddenly change into a different person?" Gordon whispered, stunned.
Before, Morin was handsome-on par with Bruce.
Now, he felt completely different.
"I'm casual most days," Morin said, taking a glass of wine.
"Today's formal. I'm giving Bruce face."
Gordon: "..."
This is giving face?
You're stealing the spotlight.
Do you even know how good-looking you are?
"Mr. Morin," Alfred greeted him warmly. "I've heard Master Wayne mention you often."
"He didn't badmouth me, did he?" Morin asked.
"Of course not," Alfred smiled.
"Where is he?"
"He went to pick up Miss Rachel. He should be back soon-"
As if on cue, a Lamborghini rolled onto the manor lawn.
Bruce Wayne stepped out.
The guest of honor.
He walked around and helped Rachel out.
She cooperated easily.
"Looks like it worked," Morin murmured.
"I'm very glad," Alfred said, like a proud father.
He knew Bruce well.
Other women were distractions.
Rachel Dawes was different.
That was the one he truly loved.
Alfred was happy.
"By the way, Alfred," Morin suddenly asked, "do you like magic?"
"Magic?" Alfred paused.
"To me, it's a performance-visual tricks and psychology. I wouldn't say I love it, but I don't dislike it."
It felt like the safest answer.
"Mm," Morin nodded.
And said nothing more.
Alfred was left confused.
Why ask... and then stop?
Before he could think further, Bruce and Rachel entered.
Their eyes were drawn to Morin almost immediately.
Bruce brightened and walked over.
"This is Mr. Morin and Mr. Gordon," Bruce said. "The ones I told you about."
"Rachel Dawes," she said with a smile, nodding politely.
"It's a pleasure to meet you."