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"You have no chance of planting a bomb."
Alfred spoke with an unusually grim expression, his anger barely restrained. "Letting you in was my mistake. But I'm certain you had no opportunity to do anything inside Wayne Manor."
"Our people didn't," Ducard replied calmly, his gaze shifting to Selina beside Morin. "But a maid who's been here for days had plenty of chances."
"Like her."
"...He told me it was a listening device," Selina said quietly, looking at Morin as everyone's eyes turned to her.
"It was a listening device," Ducard said evenly. "With a self-destruct function."
"That was our last contingency. If you don't let us go, we'll all die together."
"Morin?" Bruce looked at him.
"No problem," Morin said casually.
He met Ducard's eyes.
"You know, you should've prepared more backup plans. I wasn't planning to do this, but now..."
Before he finished, a cold glint passed through Morin's eyes.
Ducard's pupils trembled.
His will was strong. He resisted for a brief moment.
But he was still human.
The struggle vanished.
"I see," Morin said, turning toward the window, gazing into the darkness outside.
"Hello there."
"Feel like playing hide-and-seek with me?"
"Then you'd better run fast."
-
Far away, a League of Assassins member lay prone, watching Wayne Manor through binoculars while listening through the device.
He knew what was happening inside.
But it wasn't the point of no return yet.
So he didn't press the detonator.
Then Morin's voice came through the earpiece.
At the same time, through the binoculars, Morin seemed to look straight at him.
A chill ran down his spine.
Danger.
Pure danger.
His instincts screamed.
But logic intervened.
Impossible.
No one has eyesight like that.
No one could locate me from that distance.
No one could neutralize me instantly from hundreds of meters away.
It's a bluff.
His rational mind crushed the warning.
His breathing steadied.
Then-
Morin vanished from his sight.
"Where did he go...?"
A voice sounded behind him.
"Were you... looking for me?"
The man's entire body tensed.
"I told you to run earlier," Morin said, leaning against a tree, his tone eerie. "Guess you didn't believe me."
"Now I've found you."
"Heh."
To ensure the effect-and to test it-Morin activated Righteous Heart, Righteous Eye, Righteous Aura, and combined them with the Fear Aura he'd just learned from Bruce.
Everything stacked.
Maximum output.
"..."
The forest was silent.
Morin: "..."
Why isn't he saying anything?
Morin wasn't worried about the detonator.
With his abilities, he could disarm it before the man reacted.
But this silence...
His eyes narrowed.
He's not following the script?
Is he some kind of master?
Morin stepped closer and poked the man.
Then turned him over.
No reaction.
No breathing.
No pulse.
A corpse.
Fresh.
Morin: "..."
He...
He was scared to death?
-
Morin rarely used mind-control.
If people knew about it, even close allies would become wary.
After all-
How could anyone be sure their feelings toward him weren't the result of hypnosis?
So Morin only used it when absolutely necessary.
Ducard qualified.
Before dealing with the detonator, Morin had already deactivated the spell.
He didn't want Bruce or the others to notice anything.
That would complicate future plans.
Bruce was cooperative right now.
That was good enough.
Everything else could wait until Morin got his ten percent.
In Ducard's memory, nothing had happened.
Morin had simply disappeared.
Which was still a problem-but a manageable one.
Ducard continued shouting, threatening Bruce to let them go or the bomb would be detonated.
The socialites wanted to flee, but fear froze them in place.
Then Morin returned.
He tossed a detonator toward Bruce.
Bruce startled, shoved Rachel aside, and caught it.
Only then did he exhale.
"Fuck," Bruce muttered. "Couldn't you just hand it to me?"
"You caught it," Morin shrugged.
He looked at the stunned Ducard.
"Recognize it?"
"We work in the dark to serve the light," Ducard said solemnly.
The expected reaction didn't come.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Confusion.
Then despair.
"Assassin's Creed?" Morin frowned. "Do you think you're worthy?"
"You know?" Ducard stared at him. "Who are you?"
"If you're an assassin, you should understand what we do-"
"I'm not an assassin," Morin replied calmly. "But I know you've already strayed from the assassin's path."
"Otherwise, you'd be the Assassin Brotherhood."
"Not some knockoff League of Assassins."
"As for who I am..."
"Where others follow blindly, remember-all is permitted."
Morin had long suspected that something like the Creed existed here.
The purpose matched.
Only the methods differed.
True assassins targeted leaders.
Not civilians.
Those who slaughtered indiscriminately were something else entirely.
When Ducard spoke the creed, Morin was sure of it.
If that existed...
Then the Templars probably did too.
Morin casually recited a Templar maxim.
Giving enemies misinformation was a habit.
Alive or not.
"You're-" Ducard's eyes widened.
Bang.
Morin punched him.
Ducard collapsed, his head striking the marble floor with a sharp crack.
"Does it sound good?" Morin asked Selina.
"...Good?" Selina hesitated.
"It sounds good when you hit your head," Morin nodded in satisfaction.
"Come on. Let's take a walk."
"Bruce, I'll leave the rest to you."
He glanced once at the trembling socialites, then walked out with Selina.
If not for Bruce's promise, Morin would've demanded compensation.
But now-
With ten percent of Wayne Enterprises-
He didn't care about small change.
So Morin, ever practical, used the excuse of a stroll to take Selina around Wayne Manor.
Every listening device was removed.
Flirting included.
Everything proceeded exactly as planned.
-
In Gotham, when the League of Assassins lost contact with Ducard, they initiated the "toxic gas train" plan.
The microwave weapon was mounted on a train.
It evaporated the remaining fear toxin in the underground water system.
The gas spread.
Citizens panicked.
Chaos erupted.
Before any deaths occurred, pre-set devices activated.
The antidote was released.
The fear toxin was neutralized.
The train stopped automatically.
Gordon, leading a fully armed police force, arrested all League members and shut down the weapon.
As for the police commissioner-
He was at home.
Counting Falcone's money.
The plan concluded successfully.
-
Then came the payday.
The next day.
"Mysterious Organization Attempts to Spread Chemical Gas in Gotham City!"
"With the help of Batman, Officer Morin, Officer Gordon, Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprises, and Wayne Enterprises' new CEO, Mr. Fox, Gotham City has been saved!"
Newspapers.
Television.
Radio.
Every outlet covered it.
"Batman discovered the plot and contacted Officer Morin and me," Gordon said during the press conference.
"We coordinated and reached out to Mr. Bruce Wayne."
"Without his support, we wouldn't have prepared enough antidote in time."
"Do you know Batman's true identity?"
"No."
"All I know is that he wants Gotham to be better."
"And I hereby announce that Batman will be hired as a special police officer."
"He now has the authority to enforce the law."
"Do you have the authority to make that decision?"
"Yes. I am the acting commissioner."
"The former commissioner was arrested for bribery. Any comment?"
"I'll never do that."
"Thoughts on Mr. Bruce Wayne?"
"He's one of the few wealthy individuals I've met with a genuine sense of justice."
"I don't know why people call him a playboy."
"If you're rich, handsome, and kind, enjoying life seems reasonable."
"Did he bribe you?"
"Yes."
"The entire city received a gift."
"Without him, Gotham would've been destroyed."
"Thoughts on Wayne Enterprises' expansion-"
"I hope more organizations grow and contribute to Gotham's future."
"And Officer Morin?"
"Oh, him."
"He's righteous. Extremely capable."
"He stepped up without hesitation-"
"Officer Gordon," a female reporter interrupted, winking. "Do you have Officer Morin's contact information? I'd love an exclusive interview~"
Gordon: "..."
Exclusive interview my ass.
-
"What do you think?" Morin chuckled, watching the broadcast with Bruce.
"All reporters were arranged," Bruce sighed. "Questions approved in advance."
"Except that last one."
"If anything went wrong, that'd be a miracle."
"By the way, why didn't she ask for my contact info?"
"Probably because I'm more handsome," Morin yawned.
"I meant the plan. How do you think it went?"
"Perfect," Bruce said without hesitation.
"My identity is completely concealed."
"Batman's now legitimate law enforcement."
"That's fatal for the gangs."
"Gordon's commissioner."
"Wayne Enterprises' path is clear."
"And your reputation's restored," Morin added. "You're with Rachel now. She's a judge."
"No more ruining your image."
"Thank you," Bruce said sincerely.
"Don't mention it," Morin waved. "Just remember the money."
"You know how."
"Of course," Bruce nodded. "A salary bonus for Officer Morin's contribution."
"Exactly," Morin snapped his fingers.
"Your dance partner?" Bruce asked suddenly.
"Her?" Morin chuckled. "Probably long gone."
"I'll catch her later."
Morin had let Selina go.
Forcing things wasn't his style.
But after some time-
Catching thieves was a police officer's job.
After coming to this world, Morin hadn't relaxed once.
It was time for his long-awaited world tour.
Of course, questions remained.
Could Gotham truly be cured?
Would the Joker and Riddler still appear?
Would the Court of Owls intervene?
He intended to find out.
"She wasn't from your organization?" Bruce asked.
"Of course not," Morin shook his head.
"She's just a jewel thief."
"That day, she took a side job installing bugs."
"She also planned to steal valuables."
"Interesting," Bruce nodded.
"Don't get too interested," Morin said flatly.
"Keep an eye on your girlfriend."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
The Joker and Two-Face still hadn't appeared.