Chapter 71 A Day in the Life of a Bull and Horse Player: Gained Oversight +1, and obtained...
“Anything is possible.” Jason remained calm and composed.
"Okay, I'll pay you back in a bit." Wen Yue had no idea how rich Bruce Wayne was, and had no concept of such astronomical figures in the hundreds of millions. She casually agreed. After all, it wasn't her money; it was Bruce Wayne's money.
"Bruce, you owe me two hundred billion three hundred million thirty-three." Tim also spouted nonsense, but he was much smarter, making sure to include the exact amount to increase credibility.
Wen Yue's brow twitched, but the master of diplomacy remained calm: "...Alright." But does Wayne Group really have two hundred billion in liquid funds? Tim, as expected of someone who has seen the world, is asking for a figure that ordinary people can hardly imagine.
Dick wasn't picky: "Bruce, just build me an amusement park in Gotham."
Raven chuckled to himself, "Bruce, it's not too much for me to ask for a private library, is it?"
“…Okay.” Wen Yue raised her glass to hide her barely concealed expression. The first two at least managed to put on an act, but the latter two weren’t even trying.
Seeing this, the members of the Bat family started talking all at once.
Jason exclaimed excitedly, "Batman, it's getting cold, time to bankrupt the Penguin!"
Tim said solemnly, “Batman, it’s time to clean up the remnants of the Court of Owls.”
Raven chuckled sinisterly: "Batman, the Third Palace has been disobedient lately. Let Him see your power."
Dick's eyes lit up: "Batman, do you still stand by what you said about beating up Bane?"
"...Batman, why don't you just kill Steppenwolf and Darkseid directly? Jumping around like this is really annoying." Someone said.
Wen Yue's hand holding the cup trembled, and she hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't: I'm Batman, not a wishing machine.
"Actually, I'm not that rich, nor that fierce. If all else fails, I'll just transfer Wayne Enterprises to you. As for Batman, that's just an urban legend. Please take what I just said as mere banter." Wen Yue couldn't hold back any longer and spoke from the bottom of her heart, directly denying that she was Batman.
"Ha, tsk." A light, dismissive interjection can be incredibly hurtful.
"..." Wen Yue tried to save face: "Who sneezed just now? The weather has been getting colder lately, be careful not to catch a cold."
No one responded to Wen Yue's words; they whispered among themselves.
“It seems to be true.” Jason pointed to his head, waved his hand, and winked.
“Bruce used to do this all the time.” Raven frowned; Wen Yue’s unconventional approach was deeply ingrained in people’s minds.
"Whether what he said is true or not, we should just take it as true." Tim said with a wicked smile.
“That sounds funny, hehehe.” Dick flashed his white teeth.
The group exchanged a meaningful glance, their unspoken understanding unspoken.
"Bruce, we deeply sympathize with your situation. As for the money you owe us, that was just a joke, don't take it to heart," Tim said, offering a polite remark.
“I don’t want my money back, but you’ve been skipping work for several days now, you should go to Wayne Corporation. While you’re at it, ask Lucius if my custom motorcycle is finished yet,” Jason replied.
Dick added, "But I want an amusement park."
The raven added, "And my library too."
“…I understand.” Wen Yue suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, a deep, ominous feeling washing over her, as if something terrible was about to happen. It must be her imagination…
"By the way, where's Damian?" Wen Yue asked curiously before leaving.
"You're overthinking it, no." Jason's eyelids twitched. Even with amnesia, he still couldn't forget about kidnapping children. No wonder he's the Gotham Bird; his obsession is unmatched.
——
If mounts had different tiers, Ferrari would be low-tier, Batmobile high-tier, and Didi Chuxing would be super SSR.
After bidding farewell to Superman on the rooftop of Wayne Tower, Wen Yue walked down the stairs with steady steps and followed her waiting secretary to Bruce Wayne's office.
Seeing the mountain of documents waiting to be processed, Wen Yue suddenly felt weak in the knees and realized that becoming Bruce Wayne wasn't so bad after all. However, under the intense gaze of her female secretary, Wen Yue didn't dare to move an inch, feeling as if her legs would be broken on the spot if she tried to run away.
"Mr. Wayne, these are all the documents you need to finish today. Do you have any questions?" The female secretary asked politely with a smile, urging Wen Yue to hurry up, seeing that she was not moving.
Wen Yue's hand tightened slightly as she held the documents, trying to keep her tone steady: "No problem, you can go ahead and get busy." Standing there like a supervisor was a little intimidating.
“I’m not busy, you are.” The secretary’s words had a double meaning. “These are documents that have been accumulating for half a month. You go ahead and do your work, I’ll come back in a bit.”
"...Okay." What will he be doing over there in a bit? Coming to inspect? This is definitely a supervisory role.
Wen Yue lowered her head. As the chairman of Wayne Enterprises, Bruce Wayne's job was simply to sign off on approved documents. She casually flipped through a few stacks, her expression turning serious. She could actually understand them? Was this Batman's intellectual advantage? It seemed her own brain stored related subconscious thoughts; a top-notch CPU core was driving the mainframe, allowing her to see through the intricate web of interests and meanings behind the documents.
Wen Yue wanted to test her limits, so she stopped her wandering thoughts and immersed herself fully in her work. As the pile of documents neared its end, there was a sound at the door. Wen Yue looked up, slightly startled—it wasn't her secretary.
"Bruce, look what I brought you!" Tim skipped in, his bulging backpack opening to reveal a stack of new documents.
Wen Yue's weary gaze: "?"
"These are documents that the Drake Group needs to process. They're yours." Tim casually handed the documents to Wen Yue, speaking with an air of importance: "You've always helped me with documents before, you haven't forgotten, have you?"
Who is Bruce Wayne? Wen Yue's expression was complicated. She sensed something was wrong and politely declined, saying, "I forgot."
"It's alright, reviewing the old helps us learn the new," Tim reassured him.
Wen Yue: "..." Thank you for your magnanimity.
Wen Yue gained 1 point in supervision and 100 points in files.
Wen Yue was busy processing documents until her hands were sore, while Tim was looking around the office, completely absorbed in his work. In high spirits, he even found new ways to play with the empty office chair. He supported himself on the back of the chair and spun 360 degrees, performing a Thomas Flair and landing steadily on the chair. Tim crossed his legs, looking cool, and even winked at Wen Yue.
Wen Yue's eyes lit up, wishing she had a camera on her head that could come to life. Adorable Tim material added another one. She decided to forgive Tim's underhanded manipulation, dutifully processing the documents and delivering them to him. A true servant would reassure herself: this is absolutely the last time.
Having finished all her work for the day, Wen Yue led Tim back to Wayne Manor under the moonlight. Bruce Wayne's work was done; next up was Batman's night patrol. Wen Yue let out a soft sigh, feeling utterly exhausted.
With a dual identity and double the workload, being a superhero is no easy feat.
Tim sat in front of the Batcomputer and gave an OK sign. Tim's monitoring bird perched on Wen Yue's head, ready to go. Dick, dressed in a Robin uniform, stepped on the gas and sped off. Raven, wearing a domino mask with a strong Bat style, sat in the back seat.
Wen Yue, sitting in the passenger seat, frowned and immediately sensed something was wrong: "Dick, are you driving..."
Dick froze, thinking that the patriarch had realized that Robin, as a minor, shouldn't be driving the Batmobile.
However--
"You drive a bit like a bumper car," Wen Yue remarked. The sudden acceleration and braking, the erratic sprinting and stopping, gave a strangely familiar feeling, as if she were in an amusement park rather than on a main road.
Wen Yue had no idea that Robin shouldn't be driving. After all, Batman's assistants were more familiar with the Batmobile than she was, an ordinary person. On her first day as a vigilante, it was best to follow the instructions of experienced professionals.
"A coincidence." Dick felt a little guilty, because he had indeed practiced driving the Batmobile by driving bumper cars at an amusement park. There was nothing he could do; the players had previously strictly forbidden him from touching any cars, citing unlicensed driving.
“Don’t worry about so many trivial details; we should focus on the city,” Dick said confidently, immediately shifting the topic to put pressure on the other person: “Has my amusement park project been finalized? When will it be completed?”
Raven, clinging to the back of the seat in front of it, also reminded them, "And there's my library too."
"It's under construction, it's under construction." Wen Yue laughed it off. Could she say that she was too busy with work and forgot? She would go to Wayne Group tomorrow to get the project off the ground as soon as possible.
The Batmobile entered the city under the cover of night. Wen Yue adjusted her nanotech armor, her entire body covered in nanoparticles. She closed her eyes, adjusting herself to enter Batman's persona, her gaze unfathomable, maintaining a dangerous, cold, and lonely dark mystery.
“Bruce, be yourself,” Dick suddenly said.
Dick's words seemed to see through Wen Yue's confused heart, and she was moved and filled with emotion.
Since arriving in this world, Wen Yue has always felt a sense of detachment, as if she were outside of it all. She tries her best to maintain Batman's omnipotent persona, worries anxiously about the impending defeat of Xander Clyde, gathers and organizes all the information she can obtain, and formulates plans. A pervasive sense of urgency constantly pushes her forward; she remains constantly on edge…
"Because someone else has already made Batman."
A thousand thoughts suddenly paused, and Wen Yue, whose sincere feelings had been misplaced, thought: "...?"
"What's the meaning?"
Dick gestured with his chin, indicating that he should look ahead.
Gotham's nights are filled with the smoke and fire of battle. The flashes of gunfire are the only light in the streets where the streetlights are off. Under the shadows, the omnipresent bat-like shadows deliver brutal blows, taking down gang members one after another.
Unsurprisingly, none of the people present could fight back; they were practically sent to their deaths with smiles on their faces. Centered on Batman, many people lay dead in all directions, leaving only Batman, with the red bat symbol on his chest, standing alone in the cold wind. The night wind blew his cape, perfectly embodying the loneliness of invincibility.
The advanced CPU froze upon seeing this scene, and intuition, albeit faltering, kicked in to tell Wen Yue the true identity of Batman: Jason, which was indeed the case.
“Jason said he’d be happy to cover for you for a few days while you have amnesia.” Ravenhorn’s tone rose at the end, clearly indicating he was looking forward to a good show.
Jason's senses were sharp; he noticed the strange gazes fixed on him. He scanned his surroundings and quickly spotted the Batmobile in a shadowy corner. He waved to Wen Yue and the others, giving them a silent greeting.
He was quite polite, but this scene left one speechless.
Wen Yue opened her mouth, only to find herself at a loss for words for the first time. To put it simply, as a player, Wen Yue was delighted to see this scene. But if Batman himself were sitting here, he'd probably have to exclaim: "What a filial son!"
Jason had no desire for money; he was only eager to get rid of Batman and inherit the Bathelm.
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