Bruce Highway to Hell, but the Dark Knights loves each Step of it. (Very long Chapter)

Chapter 2 of the story.

Extra-long, even longer than the first. I hope you still enjoy it. Comments are welcome and your opinion would be very important to me. Therefore, I wish now only. Enjoy it.

It didn't take long for Bruce to rise from the bed he was still lying in. Kori was indeed an extraordinary lover, and he was not surprised that Dick was not able to satisfy her completely. He even doubted that he alone would have been able to do so if she hadn't already slept with him all night. But now he had to pull himself together a little. He had to keep up appearances. Fortunately, everyone present was used to him sleeping late into the day. So, it was not at all noticeable that he only came to the kitchen for lunch.

"Been a long night after all, Master Wayne?" Alfred smiled and put a plate of fried eggs and bacon on the table without being asked.

"I still had some things to think about." Said Bruce, smiling. His favorite meal. Alfred always made it when Bruce was in a bad mood. Probably he thought that the thing with the attack on the JLA was still weighing on him. Bruce just smiled like he always did. No one was better at wearing a mask than he was.

"Sir. If I may comment. I think you did the right thing." Alfred said calmly while squeezing him a fresh orange juice.

"Really? You're the first to think so." Bruce admitted, looking at his friend of many years.

"That may be, sir, but it doesn't change the fact that I think so. You did the right thing. I think it will do your friends good to realize that they are not invincible." Nodded Alfred calmly and matter-of-factly. At Bruce's questioning look, he continued. "If someone has never felt fear, he has never felt courage."

"Sounds pretty wise. Who's that from?" asked Bruce with his mouth full, catching a nasty look. Even now, that look sent a shiver down his spine. Alfred had always used it when Bruce had violated the educational norms. Hastily, he swallowed and mumbled an apology.

"That's a real original Sergeant Mc Douglas!" said Alfred satisfied that the look still influenced him. Even a Batman needed to be reminded from time to time that there were manners.

"That was your old drill sergeant, wasn't it?" asked Bruce, getting a nod. "What's on the agenda today, Alfred?"

"You have a board meeting at 3 p.m. that you want me to drag you to personally."

"Says who?" asked Bruce reluctantly and was about to say he didn't feel like it when Alfred smiled.

"You did, sir! And you know I always take your instructions very carefully! Your words were clear. Unless the world is ending, I may use any means I deem necessary!" his British butler replied, and Bruce raised a brow when he saw the broad grin on his face.

"Fuck! AU!" he cursed, rubbing his fingers where Alfred had just hit them with a soup spoon.

"Language, Master Wayne!" he said sternly, and Bruce shook his head.

"You're the only one who dares to do that!"

"Well, someone has to teach you how to behave around people, Master Wayne! Your other interactions are not particularly favorable to social life. Anyway. Let me continue. Tonight is the Wayne Foundation Gala Dinner. You will be present, of course. And I've already spoken to Master Dick. He will be taking your place for the next four days."

"Huh?" asked Bruce, looking up in confusion. "Take my place?"

"Well don't tell me the world-famous detective forgot he's flying to Japan tomorrow to inaugurate the orphanage and hospital, which has been planned for 7 months! You also have some appointments there with companies that Mr. Fox has made for you. Remember? The new quantum lasers?"

"Oh... FU.... Uhhh, I mean... of course I didn't forget. Right. There was something. That was this week, after all." He nodded and thought for a moment. Dick was quite capable of acting as Batman for a few days. The Joker was in an extensor bandage and would be in an induced coma for at least 3 more weeks after their last encounter. Harley was in Arkham, as were Poison Ivy and Two Face. The only one who was free at the moment was the Penguin. However, he just tried to present himself as a clean man again. The league was not well pleased with him now anyway, so it was unlikely that there would be a major disaster. Besides, it was perhaps an excellent way to work a little on his new plans.

"All right, then. Have the usual arrangements been made?" he now asked more seriously again and Alfred nodded.

"Master Wayne, of course. The Batwing was loaded 2 days ago and should arrive at the hideout tomorrow night. The hotel, as always, is the Wayne Plaza in Japan. The facilities are the same as always and the equipment is up to date. So are the latest updates for the hardware."

"Excellent." Nodded Bruce, munching on his food in a good mood. If he managed to fool even Alfred hardly anyone would notice. No one knew him as well as he did. While he was enjoying his meal, the door opened, and Dick and Kori came in to say good morning. Kori took the opportunity to hug Alfred and hold him close, and as she was about to do the same to Bruce, he raised his fork threateningly and waved it around. Ambiguously he grumbled. "I've had enough of hugs!"

To his astonishment, however, Kori just smiled and nodded eagerly. "As you wish friend Bruce!" she laughed and then took a plate from Alfred and beamed at him. "Friend Alfred! That looks unbelievably delicious! Friend Dick already said that there is no better cook than you. I can hardly wait! I'm very hungry, because I've been up all night..."

"Uh! That's all-right Starfire! We don't need to discuss that here!" Dick quickly interrupted her, and Kori looked a little miffed. Something that didn't escape Bruce's notice, of course. His mind immediately began to rattle. A point where he could start. Dick and Kori had been a couple for a long time, but since this morning he clearly knew that he was not enough for her. That her other worldly upbringing simply could not grasp Dick's concept. Dick was someone who was hopelessly romantic and believed in great love and fidelity. Kori, on the other hand, was an uninhibited slut. He would have to investigate there. Learn more about the Tamarian culture. If he knew more about them, he could exploit that to keep Dick on his toes. Only then would he be able to carry out his plans. Dick was no idiot, and he had learned a lot from Bruce. He may have lacked Bruce's sharp, logical mind, but he made up for that with his experience and instinct.

He had to prevent his cover from being exposed. Not yet. No one was allowed to know just yet. Not until his masters allowed him to or he was no longer of value to them. The last thought, however, was enough to send a cold shiver down his neck. It was simply unthinkable to live like this.

"What time will you leave tomorrow, Bruce?" asked Dick finally to change the subject.

"Ask Alfred that. You know how it goes. I have nothing to say here in the house." He smirked and saw Dick and Talia both start to grin. Alfred, on the other hand, was too proud and too British to allow himself to grin. But he nodded contentedly to himself.

"Friend Bruce. When will you be back?" asked Kori, smiling at Bruce. There was nothing to indicate that she had spoken to Dick about what she had experienced. He found it strange that she, of all people, didn't want to talk about something like that.

"I think I'll be back here in four or five days. Dick. I'll put together a portfolio for you with all the important information. Do you want it to read, or do you still prefer that stupid audible version?" asked Bruce, looking to his protégé.

"If you can manage it, I'd prefer the acoustic one, as always." Seeing Bruce's pained face, he laughed in amusement. "Hey. I just absorb the info better when I'm jogging while doing it. Then it sinks right into my brain."

It took every ounce of mental capacity Bruce had not to groan out loud when his old brother in arms gave him such a thoughtless idea here.

In his mind, which amazingly had not suffered any damage from the brainwashing, countless different plans were formed within seconds on how to exploit this information. Sooner or later, he would have to take care of Dick anyway. No sooner did he start thinking about how he would betray his allies than he began to feel a pleasant tingling in his spine. It traveled down his spine like goose bumps until it spread to a pleasant tugging in his loins. It was a wonderful feeling. It was intoxicating and only spurred him on to develop an effective plan.

Subliminal messages could be a possibility.

He would investigate this.

Outwardly normal, he replied with a nod. "Everyone has their own methods. I should have something put together by tomorrow." Smiling, he added mentally. "First I'll make sure you won't be dangerous to our plans and then I'll see if my masters would be interested in an alien whore. Her talent clearly lies in blowjob" the shiver that came over him even made him smile.

The rest of the meal was spent making small talk and exchanging the latest mission reports. The Teen Titans seemed to be doing very well under the guidance of Dick and Kori. Unfortunately for Bruce, he had to refrain from planning for the rest of the day, as Alfred dragged him to the board meeting, and he had to be wide awake.

Now he realized again why he had to be there so urgently. There was a debate about a cooperation with Lex Corp. Surprisingly most of the members were against a cooperation and referred to the negative PR Waynetech would get if they would cooperate with Lex Luthor. Lucius Fox took him to the prototype department afterwards and showed him the latest engine of the Bat Wing. An engine based on a new fuel would reduce consumption by 8% and reduce heat development. Through various projects, Bruce finally managed to get him going in that direction without having to mention it himself. As the two talked about various aspects and countermeasures for thought control, Bruce casually mentioned that it would be impossible to analyze specifically. After all, it was based almost entirely on supernatural abilities.

"That's true in itself, but the effects are all quite similar. This is one of your father's projects." He said after some rummaging through ancient files.

"My father? Didn't know he had similar interesting projects as me?" said Bruce confused and took the file. "Project Quiet Sleep?"

"No Mr. Wayne. His projects were never as interesting as yours. This is an idea he had for treatment. It's based on a subsonic generator that can send a simple message. The idea he had was to use this technology to help patients with anxiety."

"Did it work?" he asked rather casually.

"Not really. Was partly because of the technology we had at the time and because there were complications with the tests. However, I do remember that all the test subjects fell into a deep rem sleep. Your father tried three test groups. One was awake and only focused on the speaker, the other was awake and only subconsciously aware, and the last group was a sleep group. Even though the results of group three looked quite good, they gave it up because of lack of success. But they did the cerebral cortex and all that stuff. Maybe some of that will help them.

"I see. Send me all the documents to the usual address. From this project and all similar ones. Whether they come from my father or anywhere else. When you have sent all the data, I want you to destroy everything immediately. My father may have had good intentions, but we both know how dangerous that can be. I would also appreciate it if you could handle this personally. I know you have a lot on your plate, but this is..."

"You don't have to keep talking, Mr. Wayne. I'll get right to work." Lucius proudly interrupted him. It was an honor for him that a man like Batman trusted him so much.

"Very well. I will look at this data. I don't think it will do much good, but who knows. Maybe my father's idea can be used in medicine."

"If it works at all." Lucius pointed out, and Bruce nodded as they both left the high-security section of the building.

"Right! If it works." Bruce still said as the elevator closed. Shortly after, he was in the car and let Alfred drive him to the estate. While sitting in the back of the car he had the documents from his father on his lap and was flipping through them. The technology was interesting, but unfortunately not suitable for real brainwashing. He even doubted whether it could really be used to change a patient's state of anxiety, but the design of the subsonic generator was worth a second look. He thought of the Mad Hatter's technique. Perhaps a combination of the two could help.

Sighing, he folded up the papers and put them away. He knew the strengths and weaknesses of the technology from the Mad Hatter, and they were useless in their current state.

"I want it too much!" he thought to himself, frowning. It was a mistake. He had to approach the matter calmly and objectively and not let his urge to please his masters guide him. He had been chosen because he could defeat the JLA when all the circumstances were in his favor. Taking a deep breath, he calmed his breathing and used an ancient Tibetan meditation exercise to calm himself.

"First, I need to maintain my cover. Then I need new plans for the league. And I need to figure out what's expected of me." He went over his priorities in his head. However, it wasn't that easy to develop a plan when you didn't know what was expected of you. He didn't know when he had been broken, by whom, or for what reason. Surprisingly, he didn't know the slightest thing. He tried with all his might to remember anything as he felt a sensation of numbness in his cock. But he was trained to ignore such things. But the more he tried to remember the worse the feeling became. It started as a simple numbness, but the more he tried to question it the more it turned into an uncomfortable tugging.

"Clever!" Bruce thought to himself, realizing it was a measure to protect his masters. They didn't want him to question the why or the when. They just wanted him to obey. And their wish was all that mattered to him anymore. He shook off all thoughts and surrendered to the program that had been planted in his head. Immediately the pain subsided, and his thoughts were flooded with highly erotic images, almost as if it were a reward. Slowly he leaned into the comfortable seat of the Bentley and closed his eyes to enjoy.

He spent the rest of the day playing the role of Bruce Wayne and talking to the rich and powerful of Gotham about the future of the city. When he finally got home he saw Kori already coming towards him happily as Dick grabbed her laughing by the arms and pulled her into his room. Grumbling and dog-tired, he fell into bed. He would rather fight Darkseid for days than spend even one hour in a room with these people. One more stupid than the other. Each of them completely corrupts or just above average incompetent. They were decadent and worthless scum, unfortunately they were also all in positions Bruce Wayne needed. The Wayne Foundation depended on the influence of these people. Dick knew his mood when he came from one of these parties, so he had probably made sure Kori would not get into an awkward situation.

The sleep had been deep and solid and urgently necessary. He was first awakened by Alfred and when he looked out the window, he saw that the sun was already high in the sky. Only an hour later he was sitting in his plane and on his way to Japan. While Alfred was taking care of his physical well-being and other things, Bruce was busy with personal things. What bothered him was the fact that he and the League had gone to enormous lengths about a year ago to prevent Kryptonite from falling into the wrong hands-on Earth. The cartridge Bruce had milled from the Kryptonite was one of the few remaining pieces on Earth. He otherwise knew only of a 2-kilo block that was under Weller's supervision. Bruce didn't like to admit it to himself, but he didn't want to start a direct fight with this woman and he had no idea where she kept the kryptonite. The cartridge that had nearly killed Superman a few days earlier was now safely hidden in the Fortress of Solitude. A place he couldn't even enter with all his skills and all his technology. He knew the place like the back of his hand, but that was the problem. He just knew that there was only one person who could go in there. And that was Superman. Even if he knew a way into the fortress, there would still be the robot servants. Each of them was almost as strong as Superman himself and formed an insurmountable defense.

Thus, now, he had no idea how he would effectively stop Superman. He had some plans to keep him busy for some time, but really defeating him was beyond his abilities at the moment.

He had the same problem with Diana. If she really got serious, she was far superior to him in direct hand-to-hand combat both in experience, strength and speed. Her resilience was legendary for a reason.

He already had new ideas for most of the others.

"Master Wayne? Here's a call for you." Snapped Alfred out of his thoughts and handed him the phone.

"Bruce Wayne!" he said, flipping the records closed.

"Hello Bruce. This is Clark. Can I come over for a minute?"

"I'm not sure my plane will stay intact if you come up here to see me. I'm on my way to Japan right now. What's this about?" asked Bruce, irritated. He could remember every phone call with Clark. Usually, they ended in trouble.

"Oh. That's right. The hospitals and stuff, right? Mhm. That's right. When will you be back in the United States?" asked Clark, and from the tone of his voice Bruce could tell something was bothering his former friend.

"I can have you turned around right now." He said immediately and meant it.

"No, no. It's not that important. I just wanted to talk to you. In peace. Things have eased up here a bit. You know. Nothing is eaten as hot as it's cooked." Answer Clark reassuringly.

"Don't tell Alfred that. He'd be pretty offended." Smirked Bruce. "Listen. I'll be in Japan for about four or five days. I can give you, my address. It's only a hop, skip and a jump for you."

"It's not that urgent. What do you say we get coffee at that little place on Halong Street. Where we partied with Lois and Selina last year?" he asked, and with that, a big worry was gone for Bruce. It was clear that it was some kind of peace offering from the League, because the coffee Clark was talking about had always been a place for the two of them to do normal things as normal friends.

"Selina won't be able to come this time, I'm afraid. " Grinned Bruce.

"Jail?" asked Clark with a laugh.

"Visiting parents." Replied Bruce dryly, though not annoyed at Clark's joke. "I'll be in touch as soon as I get back I. Gotham.

He then hung up and called Alfred in. "Clark and I are going to dinner at the diner after the trip. So, you can take the evening off if you like."

"I'm glad to hear that, Master Wayne. I'll give it some thought. May I ask if there's any trouble?"

"I don't think so, no. It'll probably amount to a reprimand and them slapping me on the wrist." Smirked Bruce.

"Do you mind if I take a picture of that for my album, Master Wayne?" grinned Alfred, then retreated again. Bruce used the rest of the flight to work out a bit and then sleep. He wasn't tired, but he wanted to accommodate jet lag. However, he succeeded. I and so he used the time to read up on the crimes in Tokyo. That he would not appear there as Batman did not prevent him to become active in another person to the emergency. Thoughtfully he suddenly stared out of the window.

Should he prevent crimes at all? What if this action did not please his masters, or worse, actively hindered their plans. But after some thought, he decided to remain active. As long as he didn't get clear information about his mission, he had to do everything to stay under the radar. The only person who would be dangerous to him in the league was undoubtedly Question and of course the two Martians. With the latter, he had managed to keep them out of his mind more than once, and yet there were moments when they might. Question was just the even more paranoid version of him and just sensed conspiracies everywhere.

Since there were hardly any things in Japan that interested him significantly at the moment, he devoted himself to building new walls in his mind. These were specifically to hide his new desires and goals. He made a mental note to hide these thoughts as deep as possible behind all his other walls.

So the rest of the flight passed without further incident and the drive through evening Japan was now nothing he was interested in. As usual, he and Alfred first went through the hidden depots in the penthouse, looking for listening devices. Both proceeded independently of each other and in their routine it did not take long before every pillow and lamp had been turned over. While the two conscientiously scurried through the rooms, they held petty yet important-sounding conversations in case someone was listening. However, neither Bruce nor Alfred found anything, and the inventory of the sealed chambers were fully ammunitioned. In theory, he had almost everything at his disposal that he had in Gotham. Only to reach the Bat Wing would take a little longer because it was in a private hangar outside the city.

Since nothing was planned for the evening, the two treated themselves to a game of checkers and enjoyed the time off. The next morning Bruce was then awakened by room service and after a good breakfast he was driven by Alfred to the office building of the Wayne Foundation. The project had been going on for a couple of years now and after some teething problems it had finally started to be able to implement the projects. However, Bruce only had to deal with the project here and there as it was run by extremely capable people. After the current CEO Ms. Martinez had cracked down on corruption and some crooked deals, she had turned THIS part of the company into a well valid machine in record time. The direct contact was through Lucius Fox who always had only the best words. Ms. Martinez was one of a very small list of people who might eventually learn the truth about Batman. Even if she had to earn a few more years of trust, it was an honor to be on that list, which was designed by Bruce himself. In her 2 years, she had become an irreplaceable source to the Asian market, massively increasing Wayne Tech's profit margin and reputation as well. While the former was not high on his agenda the latter was authoritative for him. He already had enough people working for him who were just chasing profit.

The headquarters of Waynetech was a 3rd generation building as Lucius liked to call it. It had been completed only a few weeks ago and was therefore state of the art. Even the Wayne Tower in Gotham seemed old-fashioned against it. At 218 meters, it was only slightly smaller than the famous Tokyo Metropolitan Government Buildings. Of course, it had been a condition that no foreign company was allowed to have higher buildings. On 43 floors there were laboratories, offices and recreation rooms for the staff as well as some rented companies. The special feature, however, was the attached Japanese garden with its own Shinto temple, which was of course open to all residents. The idea had come from Martinez and had proved to be a stroke of luck.

The people here hardly noticed the man in a fine suit who walked with his older servant through the entrance hall and then stopped in front of the large counter.

"Good afternoon. I'd like to see Ms. Martinez." He said in fluent accent-free Japanese.

The woman behind the counter looked up and smiled politely, masking her surprise at seeing an American quite well. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked politely and in her own language.

Amused, Bruce raised a brow. It was always funny when people didn't recognize him in his own company, which admittedly happened quite often.

"Yes, I did. " he smiled, and when the woman asked his name, Alfred cleared his throat a little and squinted unobtrusively at the large painting Bruce was showing. The woman followed his gaze, turned pale and hastily picked up the phone. It took only seconds for her to rise and bow. "Wayne Sama. Welcome to Tokyo. Ms. Martinez is looking forward to seeing you. May I show you to the elevator sir? "

"No, thank you. I'll find it. And don't worry. Happens to me all the time." He grinned with a wink before walking to the elevator.

"This wouldn't happen so often if you cared more about your companies Master wayne" Alfred taunted in the elevator and then switched back into perfect butler mode.

"You never give up do you?" smirked Bruce as they stepped into the office of Yennifer Martinez. The woman was already standing in front of her desk and smiling at him, along with an assortment of particularly important staff.

"Mr. Wayne. It's a great honor to welcome you here to Tokyo. Mr. Pennyworth." Smiled the woman as she looked at Alfred. She had had more dealings with him than with Bruce in recent years and the two maintained a good working relationship. It had been Alfred's opinion that had gotten her on said list in the first place. "May I introduce Mr. Kyobo and Doctor Akuri?" she said, pointing to the people to her side. After everyone had introduced themselves to each other and performed the usual bows, they all took their seats and Bruce let them fill him in on everything.

Ms. Martinez was a typical career woman who had somehow managed to retain her warmth. She was 40 years old, seemed to place a lot of emphasis on her physical fitness, and had kept herself well. She was a beautiful woman by any standard. Long dark hair and brown eyes.

The man by her side was the typical Japanese man with dark hair and a short stature. Nothing about him struck Bruce as impressive in any way.

The third in the group was a young woman, maybe 30 years old, with European features. She was neither beautiful nor ugly, but had bright and alert eyes. She was an expert on radiation damage and genetic defects. One of the primary evils to be treated in the new clinic. There were still victims of Fukushima. Bruce felt guilty for this disaster. The League had been busy with more important things at the time, and it had not been an attack by any super villains. It had simply been a terrible natural disaster that had hit the country unexpectedly. Before the League could arrive on the scene, the reactor had already melted down. The accident had caused a worldwide crisis and shaken confidence in nuclear power.

The government immediately cleared the area and made sure that as many people as possible could be brought to safety, but it was too late for some people. Cpt. Atom had been able to neutralize the radiation in the reactor, but not even he could clean the radiation damage in the human genome. So, Bruce had decided to contact Japan and begin several projects. These included the clinic that would soon be open, as well as 2 orphanages and 2 schools. This was now the culmination of that development.

In the conversations he learned that the three heads of the company here were very well chosen and acted exactly in his interest. This clearly helped him to get through the next hours. He hated nothing more than having to shake hands and make speeches in public. The whole ceremony dragged on for hours and hours. While Alfred at least had the option to leave early, which he did at about ten o'clock in the evening. Bruce unfortunately did not have this luxury. It was not until 1 a.m. that he was released from the festivities. Satisfied, he let the people in charge drive him to the hotel and went to his room. This vacation would be exhausting in a different way. He was looking forward to finally falling into bed and then sleeping. According to the schedule, tomorrow he would explore the country a little with Alfred, focusing, of course, on the ruins of the reactor that had hit the country so hard. He was looking forward to that, because that meant that there would be no annoying politicians.

With a nod he greeted the man who opened the door for him and the always smiling staff got a friendly nod. At the reception he got the information that his Alfred had arrived hours ago and had retired to his room. After a short chat, he headed for the elevator to finally fall into his bed. Bruce was safe here and it showed in his relaxed manner.

"Where may I take you Mr. Wayne?" the elevator lady asked, smiling politely at him.

"Penthouse please. About time for bed." He said, hoping he hadn't caught any of those chatty people. What he wasn't in the mood for now was small talk. Okay. He never felt like small talk, but today he felt even less like it than usual. However, luck was apparently hold for him. The woman just nodded and pressed the button. Immediately he felt the elevator start to move. Yawning, he looked at the display that slowly began to rise. Soon he would be lying in bed with his head pressed into the pillow.

"Have a good evening Mr. Wayne." Smiled as the elevator door opened and he looked into his penthouse. Yawning, he nodded and returned the greeting. But no sooner had he taken a step into the room than he heard her say something else back.

"Car Flower Coffee 25 Cough Incas Dachshund Cheese."

"I beg your pardon?" he asked as he turned around. As he did, his hands wandered to his jacket and undid one button after another. As soon as they were all open it fell to the floor. Still looking at her questioningly he then started to take off his shirt in front of her eyes as well. Only when he opened the belt of his pants, he felt how hard he was again. He felt the irresistible urge to undress in front of this woman, show her everything and then wait.

"She belongs to them!" he finally realized and as soon as he realized it, his cock shot out of his boxer shorts which he had taken off just at that moment. With such **** and intensity that it hit hard against his sixpack. Now it was there again.

Serve.

Finally, he was one step closer to experiencing your purpose. With newfound eagerness, he finally got rid of his pants and shoes and stood completely naked in front of the woman who was looking at him with fascination. Her gaze lingered especially long on his cock before she tore herself away and smiled.

"I am supposed to give you a message Mr. Wayne. You must do something for your masters. Are you ready for it?

Just the thought of it made his heartbeat faster. Happy hormones were released in his brain and his cock was twitching as if someone had put pressure on it.

"Yes, I want it. Please tell me what I have to do."

The woman smiled and reached into her pocket to take out a 9m Beretta and hand it to him. Briefly he looked irritated. He didn't like guns, had never liked them since that night. Probably they just wanted to see if he would take it. But that would be a rather strange test of his loyalty. After all, he had often had firearms in his hands to analyze or examine. So, he took it and immediately his senses told him it was not a replica. He knew just the Beretta model very well, because the crooks like to use it. It was reliable, cheap and available almost everywhere. The cold metal and the weight matched exactly. Immediately he opened the magazine ejector to check something. Just as he had thought. The increased weight of the weapon was since it was fully ammunitioned. From the look of the cartridges, they were live rounds.

While he was checking the gun, she stepped behind him and put some kind of helmet on him. He couldn't see what he was wearing now, but it would be right. If his masters demanded that he wear it, he would.

After this examination, his gaze went back to the messenger, because she could not be anything else. The woman was neither old enough nor looked smart enough to do all this to him. She was in her mid to late 20s, American or at least of Western descent. She had blond shoulder-length hair and wore the understated makeup common in hotels. Her brown eyes stood out in a very handsome face. her body was quite visible in the hotel's uniform, although of course it was not obscene. She wore a dark blue miniskirt, a dark red vest that blended well with the skirt in color, and a blazer with her name tag on it. Emily Warrington.

Immediately his mind started rattling and went through the employee list. She had been working here for 2 years and was born in America. She had been transferred from one of the hotels in America, but that was all he remembered. She was just one of those 0815 servants that he found in every background check by the hundreds, with nothing special about her.

"Now, please be so good as to go to Mr. Pennyworth's room. He's fast asleep, so you don't have to be quiet. Then kill him with a shot right in the head." she smiled.

But first... let me taste it once!" she smiled and took his stiff cock deep into her mouth. She started licking it for a few seconds before taking it deep inside her. Bruce enjoyed the sudden blowjob and was disappointed that she didn't finish it. "Go now and kill Alfred!"

Kill Alfred?

Kill anyone at all?

Bruce's brain started spinning in circles. This was stupid. Just plain stupid. No matter how strong the brainwashing, this order went directly against his fundamental principles. It was not simply a matter of obeying but rather a matter of faith. How could his masters make such a stupid mistake? Should he inform the bids that he thought it was a stupid idea. If his conditioning broke, Batman would be warned and would do everything he could to find them. Now the helmet made a lot more sense. It was a safety system in case that happened. It would probably kill him instantly.

While he was still weighing up all these thoughts in his head, he suddenly realized that he was already on the move. Astonished, he realized that he didn't really care what he was about to do. On the contrary. It was a wonderful feeling to finally be allowed to serve. His tail bobbed with every step he took, and the feeling of submission still made him stay hard. As he walked, he loaded the gun and watched as a cartridge was thrown out of the ejector, so it had already been loaded. Then he saw his faithful and old friend lying peacefully in bed.

Without further hesitation, he pressed the barrel of the pistol to his forehead. Apparently, he was ****, because even that didn't make him wake up. It was a strange feeling. He should have resisted. But everything in him was at peace with his actions. He was completely convinced that he was doing the right thing. He was no longer Batman, was no longer Bruce Wayne. He was nothing more than a puppet hanging on the strings of his master. It didn't matter how he felt about ****, or friendship, or ideals. The only important thing in his life was obedience.

Slowly his thumb slid to the trigger and cocked it. Still, he pressed the barrel directly on his friend's forehead. His index finger slid along the cold steel of the American gun until he felt the trigger at his fingertip.

"Finally! I'm sorry my friend, but I have to prove my loyalty!" he thought to himself and pulled the trigger until he felt the pressure point. A tiny squeeze and the trigger would snap onto the firing pin and it would ignite the cartridge.

Obedience is everything!

Then the hammer sped forward, triggering an inevitable sequence of events.

"Oh my God!!! What's happening!!! This can't be happening! No! NO! NO! Fuck no! How could this happen!" it shot through his head just a second after he had fired the shot. He staggered back in a daze and was shaken. The moment he pulled the trigger was the most awesome moment of his life. He had proven that he was loyal. He had almost cum, it was so horny. But now he was full of despair. Panic! He had failed. He had betrayed everything that meant something to him.

"FUCK!" he cursed and reloaded the gun. Once again, a round flew out of the chamber and fell to the floor, where it rolled under the bed. Immediately he pointed the gun at Alfred's head again and pulled the trigger again, but again it was a blank. The first shot had already failed to fire, and now it didn't again. He had to kill him! He had to shoot him! But why the hell did the gun fail? Hastily, he began to disassemble it to see if there was a malfunction, but both the firing pin and the hammer were in perfect condition. The cartridges looked genuine, too. Why was it failing! The feeling was devastating!

But then he felt a hand wrap around his cock. He had been so busy with the gun that he hadn't noticed that the woman had followed him. She pressed hard against his cock and breathed in his ear.

"You served well!"

"A test?" he asked indecisively, feeling his cock being lightly stimulated by her fingers. He allowed himself to calm down a bit, pushing aside the panic of failure.

As he did so, she began to gently jerk his cock. His body relaxed noticeably and finally she licked across his neck. "Come with me now Batman!"

Slowly she started walking, not letting go of his cock, and willingly he followed her. With a barely audible bang, the pistol fell from his hand and lay on the floor. It was no longer necessary to have it. As he walked, he felt her stroking his glans with her thumb and massaging His boner a little with her fingers.

"Are you, my master?" he breathed lustfully and watched as the woman led him to the elevator and then smiled.

"No Mr. Wayne. I am not." She smiled and as the doors closed her right hand slid to his balls and her left hand was now jerking him off harder. Apparently, she wanted to keep him hard. "I'm just here to check you out. Tomorrow morning the real person won't remember anything about me. But the thought that Bruce Wayne, no Batman, is in my hand makes me extremely horny. You would do anything your masters ordered, wouldn't you? You even wanted to shoot your friend."

"Yeah... mhm... I would do anything they asked me to do! Unfortunately, I don't know what they expect!" he gasped under her touch. So, she was much like himself. A disposable tool.

"I've always wanted to see Batman kneel before me." Laughed the young woman, pointing a finger at the floor. "Kneel."

Immediately Bruce dropped to his knees and felt her playfully run her shoe along his cock. "Oh. Too bad I won't remember anything about this tomorrow. I've dreamed of something so kinky so many times. Too bad we don't have time for that." She sighed. Her foot slid a little around his glans as the door opened again. A woman was already waiting for him there in a doctor's coat and thick horn-rimmed glasses on her nose.

"Oh. I'm sorry to interrupt, but Mr. Wayne is now needed elsewhere. If you'll follow me, please?" she said in a kind voice. "Thank you very much my dear. Your services are no longer required."

Bruce rose again and left the elevator. The last thing he could see of the woman in the elevator was a somewhat confused look and the elevator closing. Only now could he look around the premises. What he saw astonished him quite a bit. It was a mobile laboratory with state-of-the-art equipment. About 20 people were here and were in the process of setting up a wide variety of equipment. Still naked, he looked around. It looked almost like a mobile sick bay, albeit one with state-of-the-art technology. The doctor indicated that he should follow and so he did as instruct.

"I apologize for the inconvenience Mr. Wayne, however, all of this was set up on very short notice." She smiled apologetically and took a seat in the room that had normally been the kitchen. There was still the original furniture of the room and so Bruce took a seat as well. A pot of steaming coffee stood there and the woman poured 2 cups full. "I suppose you want a cup as well Mr. Wayne. I actually expected you to be here much earlier."

Grateful for the offer, he took the cup and took a hearty sip. The life-giving elixir was just what he needed to recharge his batteries.

"May I know your name?" asked Bruce after taking a deep sip.

"I am Doctor Penderslough, Henrietta Penderslough. It's good to see you again Mr. Wayne." She smiled and Bruce raised his brows questioningly. "Of course, you don't remember me or our first meeting."

"So, you're the genius who did this to me?" he asked admiringly.

"Genius? That's high praise from a man like you Mr. Wayne. Or would you prefer I call you Batman?" the doctor asked meekly. Somehow, he had expected something else. A cold-blooded genius like Lex Luthor, perhaps. A mad god like Darkseid or an insane madwoman like Circe, but not a simple woman. Or maybe she wasn't as simple as she appeared at first glance.

"I leave it to you Doctor Penderslough and no, I actually don't remember you or any of this in the slightest. I must confess I am more than impressed with your work. I never thought it would be possible to exercise such intense control without damaging the core personality." He said calmly. Slowly the tugging in his loins eased a bit and he could concentrate more on the conversation.

"Too much of an honor Batman." She smirked and took a sip of coffee. "I am not solely responsible for what happened to you. I was responsible for some of your mental adjustments. That is also the reason we are meeting here today. I have been assigned to check how the treatment has worked. If you'll allow me, I'd like to ask you some questions."

"Questions?" he asked, then nodded.

Immediately she gave a wave to her people who attached some cables and gauges to his skin. Also, the helmet he still wore on his head was connected to a machine that was turned so that the monitor could only be seen by the doctor.

"May I ask when you realized you were being controlled?"

"Mhm. It was right after I received the message. When I understood that the answers, I wrote were more than just words I made up." He answered truthfully.

"Very nice. Please describe in one word how that made you feel."

Bruce was hard to put on the spot, but this would have been one of those rare chances. However, he was anxious for her to realize that he was Loyal. "Horny." He said therefore and tried to add something else. "I mean... I was very aroused." He smiled. Even if he was a will-o'-the-wisp puppet on someone else's strings, there was no need for gutter language, but the doctor only smiled benevolently.

"Don't worry about its Batman. You're welcome to say anything that pops into your head. To be more specific. I hereby order you to be as direct as possible." She smiled and although she smiled and looked polite, her tone was firm and forceful.

Bruce immediately felt that comforting shiver and had to fight the urge to jerk off immediately. "Of course, doctor." He replied.

"What would you most like to do now Batman?" she asked, adjusting her glasses and leaning forward a little.

"Jerk off." Admitted Bruce, smiling sheepishly.

"Very good. But you don't have permission to do that yet. I'm afraid we're not done yet. For the next questions, please close your eyes. Again, please say the first thing that comes to your mind about the question." After Bruce had obeyed, Dr. Penderslough smiled and looked at the displays of the brain measurements and the lie detector. So far, there was no sign that he was lying or trying to deceive them. However, they rightly feared this man.

"Would you like to shake off your brainwashing?"

"NO!" shouted Bruce almost hastily. The very thought made him shudder, though not the kind he liked. It was more the feeling of loss which he couldn't stand again. It felt to him like he was standing in that little alley again and losing his parents. He would not be able to bear that feeling again.

"Very good. You can open your eyes again."

Obediently Bruce opened his eyes but instead of the doctor he looked at a monitor.

"Tits!" he moaned excitedly and aroused. It was the same image he had gotten in the cave. Including the spiral. Immediately a sexual excitement and focus overcame him. He could no longer look away. He wanted to stare forever at those beautiful, full, firm, hot boobs. The hard nipples were so stiff that the arousal seemed to pass from them directly to him. He stretched in the chair as his cock began to pump. It was a delightful feeling as he felt all the programming in his brain become active.

How Batman ceased to exist.

How Bruce Wayne ceased to exist.

How the entire world ceased to mean anything to him. His eyes flickered and he found it harder and harder to concentrate on the image before him. His pulse increased rapidly, and his breathing quickened. His hands balled into fists.

"I'm not allowed to come! I wasn't allowed!" He was still trying to think. It was an order from Dr. Penderslough. The image before him began to blur. And yet the spirals were clearly etched in his brain.

From far away, Dr. Penderslough's voice rang out. "Christmas, moon, beach, 1020, Romans, gummy bears, rain forest, supernova, sperm, Babylon."

If he were still able to think, he would have surely noticed that these words were the same he had received in the first mail, but he wasn't anymore. On the monitor, the doctor saw that his brain was lighting up like a beacon. The measurements indicated hyperstimulation. Then her counterpart answered exactly with the words provided. The game repeated exactly as it had in the Bat Cave when he had been activated.

When he had said the last word, she pressed a button on the keyboard and the spirals on the screen and the spiral moved from the hard nipples toward the center. Bruce's eyes had long since become completely fixated on the spiral and as it moved to the center it was no longer possible for him to control himself. However, he didn't even notice it anymore. He couldn't enjoy his liberating orgasm at all, couldn't feel his member emptying explosively. He slumped in the chair while his sperm spurted from his glans.

Dr. Penderslough allowed her counterpart a few seconds and evaluated the data on the monitor. His brain activity was at a level usually seen only in comatose patients.

"Mr. Wayne." Smiled she, now using his normal name. "Are you a ****?"

"Yes." Breathed Bruce, exhausted and tired. His head was swimming in a thick, sticky fog of absorbent cotton and his thoughts were tough as chewing gum. For some reason, he had to start giggling. So, this is what it felt like when you were will-less. When you no longer had to carry responsibility. When you didn't have to think anymore. When you didn't even have to think about what to think. A wonderful feeling.

"Would you like to fuck the tits you just saw?"

"Yes!" he moaned even in this state while his cock poured a new gush of cum all over itself.

"What's more important to them? To live or to obey."

"I live only to obey!"

He turned his head a little to the side as he saw a male staff member draw up a syringe and inject something into his upper arm, which he let happen without the slightest participation. After a minute, he felt the fog in his brain clear again and he gradually came to.

"What..." he stammered, still slightly dazed.

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Wayne. It was just a stimulant. We need you conscious for a few more hours." She said and stood up while her assistants took the equipment from him. "Follow me, please." She said and led the way.

As he followed her, Bruce saw 2 staff members roll the sleeping Alfred out of the elevator on a hospital bed and take him to an adjoining room. Surprisingly, he didn't care.

"Are they worried about Alfred?" she asked him, jotting something down on the clipboard.

"Oddly enough, no." He said, frowning. I wonder if that was the right answer.

"Don't worry. We'll just make sure your faithful friend doesn't become a problem. It would be a real shame if you had to kill him after all."

Bruce just nodded and looked at a chair right in front of him. It was equipped with 2 bracers and 2 leg braces, so it was easy to lock the person on it.

"Sit down. It's time we finished the programming."

"Yes, Doctor!" nodded Bruce immediately and took his seat. The thought that they would even deepen his programming delighted him. It would make it even less likely that he would ever be free again.

As they tied his legs and arms, they also pushed his head back to perform a head lock.

"Mr. Wayne. I expect you to free yourself. Prove to me if you actually live up to your reputation." She said, taking a seat across from him.

Immediately Bruce's eyes wandered over the hands, the legs and the immediate surroundings. It was a foolproof restraint, however, these types of chairs always had a weak point. He tensed his shoulders and the individual muscles of his body to loosen them. Then he began to tighten the thumb of his right hand into a fist. A little pressure, a little well-dosed pull, and suddenly a slight crack was heard.

Dr. Penderslough raised an eyebrow in amazement as Bruce dislocated his own thumbs, ensuring that he could pull his right hand under the splint. It looked incredibly painful and some of the staff stared in disbelief at the man who had just inflicted enormous pain on himself without even batting an eye. As soon as he had freed his right hand from the splint, he reattached his thumb with his left hand. From then on, the rest was just child's play for the dark knight.

When he had unlocked all the safeties, he stood up and looked at 2 security people pointing tasers at him.

"I need to get free!" he said as he picked up one of the silver tablets that had some tools on it. As if it was a Frisbee, he threw it into the face of the one security guard and swung himself over the arm of the chair. With a swift kick, he sent the second guard into the wall, where he slumped to the floor ****. Everyone present backed away in panic from the man who had not only freed himself, but had also taken out 2 elite guards in 2 seconds. But then they saw him just stop and look at Dr. Penderslough as if waiting for further instructions.

"Mr. Wayne. Why did you attack these two people?" she asked, a little intimidated.

"They ordered me to free myself. The lean was only part of the escape. Getting past the guards was the second stage." He said matter-of-factly, and Penderslough smirked in amusement.

"You did that very well. Come closer!"

Satisfied at the praise, he moved closer to the doctor who then smiled and took his cock in her hand. Immediately she started licking his cock, licking every trace of his cum off his belly, his shaft and his loins. Only when he was completely clean did her lips lasciviously close around his cock and begin to suck him hard. Bruce moaned enthusiastically. So this was the reward for good service. Standing wide-legged, he watched as the doctor closed her lips around his cock. The marks of her red lipstick were clearly visible and just before she stopped she sucked greedily and hotly on his glans, making him moan her name excitedly. But then she ordered him back a step and licked her lips lustfully.

"I'm afraid I underestimated her willingness to obey. I was only referring to freeing the chair. Sit back down and give us some advice on how to prevent you from freeing yourself."

Bruce nodded artfully and then sat back down in the chair. He then requested 2 rolls of duct tape and gave instructions to the staff. They followed the instructions exactly and wrapped the tape around his wrists and ankles. Thus secured, Bruce tried again to free himself, but after 5 minutes had to admit that it was impossible for him. He looked around and could clearly see how relieved everyone was now.

Immediately his body was equipped with all kinds of measuring devices and some injection channels were prepared. Rather curiously, he watched as they prepared him.

"Mr. Wayne. There's one more thing I need you to do for me. A few more questions to adjust the equipment."

"But of course, doctor. I would be very happy to assist you in any way I can." He replied, trying to nod, but unable to do so due to the head band.

"When was the last time you had real sex?"

"It was yesterday morning." Answered Bruce truthfully.

"With whom?"

"Koriand'r." he said, and when he realized that name meant nothing. "Starfire."

"Oh? Who is that exactly? According to my information, you're dating Selina Kyle aka Cat-Woman, aren't you?"

"That's right, but the last time I had sex with Selina was three weeks ago. Koriand'r is a member of the Teen Titans and the girlfriend of my protégé Dick Grayson, aka Robin and Nightwing respectively."

"You're having sex with your protégé's girlfriend?" she asked with concern. That hardly matched the character profile she had laid out of him.

"It was an extraordinary situation." He answered quietly.

"Explain that in more detail! It contradicts the profile I created of you! It could be important."

"Of course. You must know that Tamarians generally have a different view of sex. Oh. Kori is a Tamarian. An alien. We met in the hallway when she had just fucked Dick all night and I was still incredibly aroused by the knowledge of what had happened to me. She noticed that I was extremely turned on and found that I was lonely. So, she wanted to help me and as I said before, Tamarians are more open about sex. So, she started to suck me off to give me satisfaction. It was probably less of a betrayal for her and more of an honest attempt to help me. Afterwards I was so horny that I had to think about the awesome tits that activated me. The word slipped out and Kori probably misunderstood me. She thought I was longing to see her tits, so she showed them to me. She really has incredibly randy tits. I was immediately horny again. I wanted to fuck! I wanted to serve! I could no longer look away from her tits and imagined they were the tits from the mail. I immediately became hard and horny again and Kori was probably still horny too. She saw how my cock got hard and let me drag her into a room. There I tore off her robe and fucked her so hard I could in the ass. After that we fucked each other in countless positions on the floor, the table and the bed. She let herself be fucked in every hole and we kept teasing each other. When I could no longer, she blew me until I was horny again. Then she sat on my cock and rode me until I cum in each of her holes. In most even several times. I don't think we both thought about Dick Grayson anymore, but just fucked each other to **** without restraint. Finally, we both realized that Dick was not able to screw her properly. He seems to be a romantic and Kori needed it harder for sure. Therefore, we were very hard and uninhibited in our fucking. At some point we were both finished and so far, Dick knows nothing about the fact that his girlfriend has let off steam with me. I also strongly suspect that she will come back, because she now knows that I can fill her cunt properly and give her what Dick can't give her." He said and smiled proudly and lustfully at the same time. Many of the women present, the doctor included, were left breathless and images formed while many eyes were focused on his impressive cock.

"So it was after-effects of activation?" she asked, hastily jotting something down on the clipboard. This was important information.

"Yes, doctor. Under normal circumstances, I would never have slept with her."

"I see. If I ordered you to fuck her again would you do it?"

"Of course."

"How often?" she asked rather curiously.

"As often as I'm told to do it or am able to do it." Admitted Bruce. "Her sexual stamina is superhuman."

"Who is your best and closest friend in the League. Is there someone you trust unconditionally who also considers you a friend?"

"Superman." He said immediately.

"Would they ever betray him?" she asked enticingly.

"If my masters command it, yes. Otherwise, no." Nodded Bruce.

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

"A wife, yes."

"Do you have a problem killing her when I ask you to?"

"No."

"Wonderful Mr. Wayne. That's about all there is to it. I will now begin the treatment." Smiling, she took a syringe from a cart and handed it to him. "Don't worry about it. This will just make sure you can relax nicely."

Then she leaned down to him and licked a little over his glans. "Mhmm. That's what I'm looking forward to the most! In a few seconds you'll be wonderfully hard again!"

"As you wish doctor!" smiled Bruce and then winced in shock as he felt her inject a syringe directly into his cock. Immediately a hot burning sensation spread through his balls and his cock hardened. It was a different kind of horniness, though. It was somehow not so satisfying, but rather unpleasant. He felt his cock swell full of blood and he felt an increasing pressure. But fortunately for him, an assistant was immediately on hand and passed some kind of vacuum pump or something similar over his cock. She then clamped some kind of sheath over his balls and with a big grin the young woman pressed a button.

Bruce could see the pump in the device start to go up and down and immediately thick rubber plugs closed around his cock. The rest of his boner was permanently stimulated by the vacuum suction motion. From the machines then drove forward 20 small needle-like things that drilled into his rock-hard cock. The pain was not really noticeable and even the 7 needles that drilled directly into his glans were barely noticeable. Various pumps jumped on next to him and then he felt stimulation current acting on his cock.

As a final step, headphones were placed on his ears and immediately the world was almost completely blanked out. The voices of the doctors were still audible, but very muffled. In the last step, an apparatus was placed on his head that reminded him of the movie Clockwork Orange and **** him to keep his eyes open. A fine mist of water vapor moistened his pupils so that he did not have to glare. 2 stitches later he felt his eyelids being numbed. Finally, he was given a helmet with a visor that took up his entire field of vision.

Then he saw it. At last! He would finally be completely subdued. He saw colorful patterns that merged again and again in infinite patterns and imagined hearing something through the headphones. However, it was no longer possible for him to concentrate on it. The pump on his cock was driving him more and more crazy. It was a rush of horniness and over and over again he was pumped full of **** that led to longer and longer blackouts. He came to every now and then and yet he was never really present. Whenever he came to, he felt no different than before.

During one episode, he heard Dr. Penderslough talking.

"Show me the exact readings during the **** of Alfred."

Apparently, he hadn't been wearing a helmet for protection, but the doctor had wanted to examine brain chemistry, Bruce thought to himself in his befuddled mind.

"He hesitated for 0.12 seconds when he had his finger on the trigger, doctor. See here and here? Those are abnormal brain waves. They indicate an attempt to fight the conditioning." He heard a male voice.

"What was the percentage threshold?" the doctor asked.

"Less than 2 percent. To be exact 1.29%! I think that's within the margin of error!" the man said again, and Bruce was completely shocked.

"I hesitated? I failed! I cheated my masters!" he stammered, wondering how this could have happened.

"Oh. It seems our patient is awake." He heard the doctor say with amusement.

"Please doctor! Can you fix me?" moaned Bruce. The thought of being unfaithful or disloyal was pure horror to him.

"I promise you Mr. Wayne. When we are done you will be a totally loyal, willing and compliant puppet!" she said empathetically, patting his hand caringly.

"Dr. Penderslough. This could also be a margin of error. Do you have a plan?" her assistant asked.

"Oh. I've got something in mind. Show me again the brainwave schematics from when he pulled the trigger. Yes, right there! Now erase the area where he hesitated. Mhm. Yes... wait!"

It took a few minutes for her to finish. Suddenly the image Bruce could see changed. Simulated over the helmet was the ecstasy he had felt when he had pulled the trigger. The euphoria of obedience. Every time this feeling was generated in his brain the image of the 2 hot tits flashed before his eyes.

Nineteen hours later, Bruce sat drooling in the chair. The brain waves were exactly what Dr. Penderslough had imagined. Only thanks to the stimulants and a constant influx of vitamins and supplements had it been possible for him to endure such a strain. Even the potency enhancing **** had become completely ineffective 3 hours ago. His body was simply not able to withstand these influences any longer.

When she was sure that a further influence did not make sense anymore, but could harm his physical condition, he was freed from the chair by the assistants and brought into his room. There he was put into his bed.

Meanwhile, Dr. Penderslough visited her second patient. Alfred was also restrained in a chair and wore a helmet like Bruce's. However, the technique in his case was different.

"How is Mr. Pennyworth responding to treatment?" she asked her colleagues.

"Very well. We have increased loyalty to Mr. Wayne many times over. As per the requirements. Also, we have implanted some subliminal commands that will make him ignore abnormal behavior from Mr. Wayne. Are you sure we shouldn't use the same treatment as Mr. Wayne?"

"The good one wouldn't survive that. All of Mr. Wayne's treatment was developed specifically for his person. There were 4 teams that each completed one aspect of the treatment. The treatment is likely fatal to anyone else." after Alfred was also taken away, she smiled at her colleague. "I'm not briefed on everything, and I don't want to know. Are you done?" she finally asked.

When everyone nodded and Alfred was also taken to his bed, Dr. Penderslough smiled and stepped into the elevator.

"Yes. It's done. The staff is no longer needed." She said coldly and as the elevator doors closed, she saw a greenish mist come out of the vents. The last thing she saw was people starting to cough and blood pouring out of their noses.

"I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but it's been an honor working with you on this project." She went on to say. She went downstairs, not feeling the least bit guilty for the dead in the room. It had been clear from the beginning that none of them would survive this thing. It was far too risky to let them live.

As she passed the elevator operator, she pressed a number on her cell phone and the woman stiffened briefly. Smirking, she heard the woman stare off and speak.

"Yes, ma'am. As you command!"

Soon enough, the nerve gas would dissipate and the sleeper in the elevator would bring a cleanup crew to the floor. In a few days, a terrible fire would destroy that floor, removing all traces of their deeds.

Satisfied with the course of the operation, she got into the car that was already waiting for her. Sitting across from her was the person who had thought it all out, planned and organized it.

"Mr. Wayne will have recovered in a few hours. He needs sleep and rest now. Like last time, the treatment was particularly stressful on his body. Won't it be noticeable that he hasn't left his room for almost two days?"

The person points to the window of the car, where he just saw Bruce Wayne getting out of his Lamborghini and walking into the hotel in a good mood.

"Genius! A double! You've thought of everything!" She smiled, but then that very smile died as she stared down the barrel of a pistol with a silencer, which was the last thing she would ever see in her life before her genius brain scattered across the back seat.

The car finally drove off and no one would ever see Dr. Penderslough alive again.