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Morin was only responsible for making the plans.
Execution didn't require him to be present.
With his mind, business was effortless.
Wayne Enterprises already had massive capital, and Fox was genuinely capable. With politics, the police, and public opinion all leaning their way, becoming a monopoly was only a matter of time.
When you hold absolute advantage, losing isn't an option.
As for Gotham's gangs, once Batman became a "special police officer," they entered a new ice age.
They couldn't develop at all.
Batman, after learning magic, didn't just gain a massive boost in combat strength.
He left fear behind.
A deep, lingering kind.
Whenever gang members even thought about doing something illegal, the image of the Bat-Signal lighting up the night sky surfaced in their minds.
And their motivation collapsed on the spot.
As for the courts, the newly appointed Rachel was fair and decisive.
She cracked down on illegal cases and overturned wrongful convictions.
Enemies were made.
Plenty of them.
But with Bruce's protection and tips from grateful citizens, she was never truly in danger.
As for the police.
Commissioner Gordon cleaned house.
Bribes were gone.
Anyone who tried was fired, prosecuted, and sent to prison.
As for Gotham's citizens...
At first, they didn't believe it.
Then came one example.
Then ten.
Then dozens.
They had no choice but to believe.
Gotham City.
This so-called "innocent" city.
For the first time, it showed signs of prosperity.
And it shocked everyone.
Including Ducard.
Locked inside Arkham, Bruce's former mentor received unusually good treatment.
A private room.
Decent food.
A television.
Newspapers.
Aside from restricted movement, he lacked nothing.
Watching Gotham change, Ducard began to doubt himself.
Was I wrong?
No one answered him.
At the same time, Morin stared at his "Police" career panel.
His expression wasn't just a smile.
It was outright elation.
Bruce had kept his word.
Morin received ten percent of Wayne Enterprises' shares as a "salary bonus for Officer Morin's outstanding contribution to saving Gotham City."
A perfectly legitimate reward.
The reason was obvious.
Morin's "Police" career had reached its peak.
[Police: Master Level
Title Bonus:
[Master Righteous Heart]
[Master Righteous Eye]
[Master Righteous Aura]]
"The title doesn't even have an experience bar anymore," Morin thought. "So Master is the cap."
"And these effects..."
"They're absurd."
Morin hadn't been idle.
He used Gotham's gang members as test subjects.
Repeated trials.
Controlled variables.
Eliminated outliers.
Random sampling.
In the end, he confirmed the effects of his three abilities.
• Righteous Heart made those with a sense of "justice" naturally like and trust him.
• Righteous Eye allowed him to see a person's sins. At Master level, even the cause of the sinful mist became visible.
• Righteous Aura appeared to counter negative effects. For example, when Bruce released his fear aura, Morin could activate Righteous Aura and completely dispel it.
Three Master-level skills granted enormous bonuses.
And in exchange-
Morin had fulfilled Bruce's lifelong dream.
In the original story, Bruce endured countless setbacks and still failed to fully cleanse Gotham.
This Bruce wasn't exactly the same.
Whether the changes were good or bad...
Who could say?
Morin had only offered a choice.
An opportunity.
He let Bruce decide before sealing the deal.
As for the outcome-
Looking at Bruce, now engaged to Rachel.
At Alfred, already dreaming of grandchildren.
At Rachel, a fair and unyielding judge.
At Gordon, commissioner of a clean police force.
At Fox, CEO of Wayne Enterprises.
And finally, at Gotham's citizens, smiling openly in the streets-
Morin felt it was good.
For him.
And for everyone else.
Standing at Gotham's highest point, Morin activated his Righteous Eye and looked down.
The city wasn't perfect.
But compared to the hell it once was, this was something new.
Something alive.
He didn't plan to erase the remaining sinful mist.
Righteous Eye judged sin with extreme subtlety.
Like Ghost Rider's gaze.
Even the smallest things qualified.
No one was perfect.
And where there is light, darkness follows.
Didn't Gordon and Bruce exist even in the original Gotham?
Morin quietly deactivated Righteous Eye.
The world cleared.
Bright sunlight filled his vision.
"Sometimes," Morin said softly, "seeing too clearly isn't a good thing."
"What are you doing up here?"
Bruce climbed up using a grappling gun, already in his Batman suit.
Though bats were nocturnal, Bruce wasn't bitten by one.
He didn't share that habit.
After becoming an official police officer, he could now appear publicly as Batman-even in daylight.
The black suit vanished at night.
In the day, it stood out.
Bruce was already considering a white Batman suit.
White bats existed.
So why not?
Was an albino bat still a bat?
"I'm looking at a city getting better," Morin said with a smile. "Want to take a picture?"
"A picture?" Bruce frowned.
"Yeah. Took one with Alfred and Fox yesterday," Morin nodded. "You're the last one."
"Why take pictures?"
"I'm leaving," Morin said. "I won't be back for a long time."
"Is your mission over?" Bruce asked instinctively.
"You didn't actually think I was from the IRS, did you?" Morin looked surprised.
"No," Bruce said flatly. "I knew you were lying from the start."
He didn't ask where Morin was really from.
If Morin wanted to say it, he would.
If not, he wouldn't.
Everything Morin did had benefited Gotham.
That was enough.
"Really?" Morin smirked. "Feels like you believed me and are just saving face."
"You're overthinking it."
"Heh. Fine. Come on-picture time."
Morin pulled out a professional camera.
"Do I take off the mask?" Bruce asked.
"No. Why would I take a photo with you?" Morin said seriously. "I'm taking a picture with Batman."
Bruce: "..."
Why does that feel insulting?
Morin took several shots, adjusting angles and poses, making them look like close friends.
They were mementos.
And backups.
Who knew?
Maybe he'd meet another Batman in another world someday.
These could be useful.
Eventually, Morin also took a few photos with Bruce unmasked.
"Well," Morin said, waving, "until we meet again."
"Where are you going?" Bruce asked. "Want to use my private jet?"
Morin thought for a moment.
"That's not a bad idea."
"I'm going to travel the world."
"With who?" Bruce asked.
"If I had to say..."
"Probably a wild, untamed black cat."
"Huh?"
-
A little over a month later.
"How do you do this?"
Selina, forced into a bikini, stared at Morin in disbelief.
He lounged beside her, sunbathing.
"How do you always catch me?"
"You're a thief," Morin chuckled. "I'm a cop. Seems natural."
"Fine. Don't tell me!" Selina snapped.
She grabbed sunscreen and rubbed it on him aggressively.
Like poisoning an enemy.
Morin remained relaxed.
For the past month, they'd been playing a game.
Global Capture.
Selina ran.
Morin caught her.
Every time she lost, she had to honor her promise from Gotham.
Travel with him for three days.
She ran ten times.
He caught her ten times.
Morin wasn't clingy.
He'd planned to stop after one round.
You couldn't force chemistry.
Then he realized-
Selina was enjoying it.
From her perspective, it made sense.
Handsome.
Rich.
Strong.
Free food.
Free lodging.
Free bed.
Ahem.
She wasn't losing anything.
Once Morin noticed, he played along.
Selina never admitted it.
Morin never called her out.
Respect went both ways.
But after enough rest-
It was time to end it.
The next morning.
Selina got up, ready to "escape."
This time, Morin grabbed her wrist.
"The game's over."
She froze.
He transferred an enormous sum into her account.
"So much it couldn't be counted on two hands."
"This isn't charity," Morin said. "I'm leaving. The money would just sit there anyway."
"Tsk."
Selina stood, sunlight outlining her flawless curves like polished porcelain.
"I don't care about money."
"That's why I explained," Morin said, admiring her. "You like the thrill."
"Stealing."
"Getting caught."
"You don't care about the payoff."
"You knew?" Selina was startled.
"I'm not stupid," Morin laughed. "It wasn't hard to figure out."
"People like you scare me sometimes," Selina said, leaning in close.
"I feel like I have no privacy."
"So tell me."
"What's your real goal?"
"See?" Morin smiled. "You can figure it out too."
"I might even guess what you'll do next," Selina tilted her head.
"Go on."
She traced his face lightly.
"After tasting a delicacy like you, everything else is just garbage..."
"That's very generous of you."
(The next battle was so intense that describing it would take millions of words. To spare readers their points, it has been skipped.)
...
After the ellipsis.
When Morin opened his eyes again, he was back in system space.
"Looks like I still can't do that," he muttered, scratching his head.
In the past, his relationships were one-night stands.
Selina was different.
The game had changed things.
Not love.
But something had shifted.
At the very least-
She wasn't just a one-night stand anymore.
A ten-night stand?
Whatever.
Morin knew one thing for certain.
He couldn't accept Selina being with anyone else.