"BANG—!"
A micro-bomb detonated with a sharp crack, and the meeting room's door blew open.
Through the spreading dust and debris, a pitch-black silhouette stepped into the private room—
the kind of shape that gave criminals instant PTSD.
"The one who made Oswald call you here… was me."
Wearing a bat-suit, Thomas Wayne didn't waste time. He announced it outright—and the entire room of gangsters instantly panicked.
"Batman?! We didn't do anything!"
One gang boss practically turned into an ostrich, slamming his body onto the tabletop and covering his head with both hands—if he was about to get beaten, he at least wanted to protect his face.
The guy who'd been grilling Penguin earlier stared at him in shock, eyes wide.
He could've guessed a thousand possibilities and never would've guessed Batman would be the one walking into the room.
"Penguin! You sold out to Batman?! You're trying to wipe us all out in one go!"
Under the cowl, Thomas Wayne's expression tightened.
If he wasn't mistaken, he'd arrived in the world the Flash had told him about.
And the more terrified these crooks were of "Batman," the more it proved his son Bruce had gone further down the path Thomas never wanted for him.
No matter.
After tonight, he'd clean Gotham's underworld until it sparkled—so his child could finally breathe.
But first—
These idiots were too loud.
Before he spoke another word, he needed them silent.
Thomas reached behind his back and produced a newly seized MP5 submachine gun—then squeezed the trigger.
"Rat-tat-tat—!"
Bullets ripped through the room. Gangsters reacted on instinct, scrambling for cover.
One unlucky bastard who was just a bit too slow collapsed into a pool of blood.
Thomas Wayne didn't care.
The crimes on their hands were enough to kill them dozens of times over.
"You're not Batman!"
From behind cover, fear began to burn off—replaced by anger as men fumbled for their concealed pistols.
Back when Batman first appeared, there'd been a whole wave of idiots in bat-costumes holding guns, claiming they were "justice."
They all died—every last one of them—horribly.
Only the real Batman could terrify Gotham's gangs like this.
And everyone knew the real Batman didn't use guns.
"Damn fake—what do you want?!"
While they shouted, Thomas calmly swapped his SMG magazine for a larger one—built for suppression when enemies worked together.
Then he spoke, voice heavy in the room:
"From today onward, every deal you make in Gotham needs my approval.
Who agrees? Who objects?"
His gaze locked onto the barricades where they hid.
Now that guns were out, the rule was simple:
Whoever pops up, dies.
"You're nothing!" the gold-chained gangster snarled. "Holding a gun and pretending to be Batman—I object!"
He leaned out from cover, cursing—
"BANG!"
A single shot punched cleanly into his forehead.
His body went cold instantly.
Thomas Wayne's USP pistol slid back into its holster like it had never left.
All arts and skills—this was American iaijutsu.
"Now," Thomas asked calmly, "who else has an opinion?"
After the first loudmouth dropped, the rest could only tremble behind cover.
This gunman wasn't Batman—
but what was worse than Batman was a black-eating-black psycho who killed without blinking.
Next Door, in an Adjacent Suite
"Robin. What's the situation over there?"
Ben lay sprawled on a sofa in the suite next to the meeting room, waiting for the Omnitrix cooldown to finish.
Bored, he spoke through the comm system built into Robin's mask, asking Dick for an update.
"There's a bastard in a bat-suit pretending to be Batman!" Dick snapped. "He stormed in and shot a gang boss dead."
Curled up inside the ventilation shaft, Dick kept himself compact—ready to drop into the fight at any second by cutting the sheet metal beneath him.
He streamed the hacked security feed onto a small portable screen and watched the chaos unfold.
Staring at the intruder in bat-gear, Dick wasn't calm.
He was angry.
Another asshole pretending to be Batman.
"Huh? A Batman who uses guns…" Ben muttered. "Is that Red Hood—? No, wait. You're still Robin, so it can't be him."
Ben started piecing it together.
Batman. Guns. Cold-blooded. No hesitation.
But based on Dick still being Robin (not Nightwing), it wasn't likely to be Jason Todd.
Still thinking, Ben grabbed a beer bottle from the table and popped the cap, taking a cautious sip.
"Pfft—!"
He immediately spat it out.
"This tastes awful!"
"…What?" Dick demanded.
Worried his "partner" was doing something totally unrelated to the mission, Dick could only frown into the darkness of the vent.
"Nothing," Ben said quickly.
But the image in Ben's mind was sharpening now.
And the part that bothered him was—
This person shouldn't even be in this world.
"Don't tell me…" Ben murmured, unsettled.
"Is it the old man from Flashpoint?"
Back Inside the Meeting Room
Penguin had flipped the reinforced round table—already fitted with a bullet-resistant layer—into a makeshift barricade.
He wore a contemptuous smile.
"Scared stupid already? Useless idiots. I gave you little punks too much credit."
If he'd known these guys were all bark and no bite, he would've unified Gotham's scattered crews himself a long time ago.
Quietly, Penguin strapped on a gas mask.
Then he pressed a switch in his hand.
"I don't care who you are," he hissed.
"You walked into my territory—so I'll make you taste a fate worse than death."
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