"Gotham is crazier than I thought," Moses said. "I've heard of this city's reputation before, but at that time everyone thought it was exaggerated."

System: "Just like the average person has no idea what Lex Luthor is doing behind the guise of a business tycoon and philanthropist?"

"Pretty much—wait, didn't Luther run for president? What did he do?"

"It's a long story, you can take your time to look it up if you're interested. Now that we've reached a safe environment, let's talk about the next arrangements."

In the middle of the parking lot, the door of a high-tech vehicle with a smooth and cool appearance opened. As Moses got out of the car, he took off his hood and looked around.

"So, this place is a gift from your status?"

"Yes, including the Wayne Manor on the surface, and the old butler in the manor." The system explained seriously, "Because there is no Batman or the surname Wayne in this world, people now only know that Bruce Wayne is a newly rich man who inherited a large inheritance. In order to save time, I have helped you get the address and secret base. Alfred - your butler - only applied for the job recently, but I guarantee that he is absolutely trustworthy."

Moses discovered that Batman's shell not only had outstanding thinking agility, but also had some indescribable little problems, such as paranoia and control. He should have been grateful for the help of the system, but now he just felt uncomfortable.

"You can wait for me to handle these myself." The man curled his lips subconsciously and responded in a low voice.

"I won't do that anymore," the system said leniently. "You can think of them as a benefit for newbies."

Moses said nothing. He walked into the depths of the Batcave with his hood in hand, and looked at himself in the dim blue light reflected from the monitor. The screen reflected a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes, probably around 25 or 26 years old, no more than 30.

He tried to smile at the screen, and in the blink of an eye, the man's temperament in the reflection changed drastically. The frightening gloom and coldness disappeared, and a romantic and dissolute air crept up to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, as if he was a half-drunk playboy who had just walked out of a banquet. Just based on this face and figure, the heartbeats of most male creatures would accelerate.

I see. Mr. Wayne is the biological son of the will of the universe, so the words "protagonist template" are written all over him.

"We need to talk." Moses dragged over and sat down on a chair. He turned on his computer and created a new highly encrypted file in one go. Then he said to the system, "About the reason and purpose of my appearance here."

"I explained part of it when I signed the contract with you," the system said. "In short, some superheroes in this world must exist. They are indispensable as pillars for ordinary people who are tortured by villains and for the world itself. But something went wrong when the world was restarted. Some heroes who should have been active disappeared and their souls fell into a deep sleep, which affected the fate of many people related to them."

"The universe is now facing a crisis of destruction. Before things become more uncontrollable, what we have to do is to maintain universal justice as much as possible and make the environment that tends to be disorderly develop in a positive direction. At the same time, the fusion of your soul with the superheroes will not only benefit yourself, but also help awaken them. When the universe is peaceful one day, we can retire with honor. At that time, the bonus and salary will be settled together. The will of the universe will never treat the contractor unfairly. What do you think?"

Moses nodded and then asked, "What about my own body?"

"As far as I know, you don't have any close friends or relatives, and you are unemployed. I will take care of your body, so don't worry. Your soul is more important now - how is your self-awareness?"

"I don't know how to put it." Moses looked at his own shadow. "I feel like I am Bruce Wayne, but I also feel like I should be 'me' at the same time."

"So, yes, soul fusion, you are him. This is not a mental problem, it will be solved when you change your body." The system said,

"Okay, Mr. Moses, I know you can't help but want to list Plan A to Plan Z and make a list of the villains in Gotham, but it's almost dawn now. I sincerely suggest you take the elevator to Wayne Manor and say hello to your butler - in case he finds out that the owner of the mansion is missing and calls the police."

The man who seemed to be lost in thought in front of the screen suddenly jumped up, quickly took off his uniform and changed into casual clothes, and asked as he ran to the elevator, "Does the butler...Aphrodite know that Bruce Wayne became Batman?"

There was something magical about the name as it came out of his mouth, as if he had said it more than once.

It seems that in the correct worldline, Batman and his butler have a really close relationship.

System: “It’s somewhere between…knowing and not knowing.”

Moses: “??? Speak human language.”

Before the system could answer, the elevator reached the first floor. As soon as Moses stepped onto the floor, he saw a tall figure standing upright next to the sofa. Opposite him, the TV was on and the host was reporting the latest morning news at a low volume.

Batman's body involuntarily tensed up and he took a defensive posture. The man's eyes scanned the title at the bottom of the screen and fixed their gaze when he saw the word Arkham.

Host: "... before the police arrived, this crime that could have caused huge casualties and financial losses to the city of Gotham had been eliminated. Surprisingly, the staff at the scene could not explain clearly who had thwarted Xiao Chou's conspiracy and saved our city. Xiao Chou, the only one who might understand what happened, answered the police's inquiries with his own crazy words..."

In the background was the crazy laughter of the little ugly guy that Moses had heard just a few hours ago: "Bat! A little bat saved you! Hey I thought you can watch TV, right? Mr. Vigilante hiding under the hood and afraid to see people! I really regret that you don't live next door to me! I can't wait to see you again hahahaha!"

“…”

Moses couldn't bear to look at it anymore and turned his attention to the old man sitting beside the sofa.

"It's been a long and crazy night, isn't it, sir?" The butler said quietly without turning around. "I should like to express my gratitude to you."

"…Why?"

Alfred Pennyworth pointed to the TV. "For those who survived the disaster."

"I don't know..." What are you talking about? Moses swallowed the second half of his sentence under the old man's penetrating gaze. He felt a sense of helplessness and relief that might belong to the other half of the soul in this body. He spread his hands and asked, "How did you find out?"

"Maybe it's intuition." The butler finally turned around and said calmly, "But maybe it's also because you don't really intend to hide it from me."

If Bruce Wayne really didn't intend to entrust his trust to others, he would never let others step into his manor for a long time.

Although Alfred didn't know where this trust came from, he felt relieved for some reason. The old man looked directly at the young man he met for the first time in front of the elevator door, as if he was looking at his own family: "Please forgive my frankness. Although your night activities are beneficial to social security, they are undoubtedly harmful to your own health. I have prepared some snacks and hot milk. You should go to bed as soon as possible."

The young man, who was as sharp as steel just now, softened his expression: "Thank you."

"By the way, you need to get up early in the morning. Stark Industries is about to hold a development conference, and there will be a banquet in the evening. Because of the cooperation relationship on some recent orders of Wayne Group, they also sent you an invitation letter."

Moses paused in his yawning, and his watery blue eyes revealed genuine confusion, making baby Bruce look even sweeter.

"What the hell is this system?" he asked in his mind. "Didn't you tell me that in addition to the nighttime vigilante activities, we also have to operate during the day?"

The system said lazily, "You now own the Wayne Group, whose market value is no less than Stark's. You have leapt from the middle class to a multi-billionaire. Why do you still need a bicycle? Don't be nervous. When the time comes, you can just be a playboy and a mascot."

"I'm not nervous." Moses' expression became a little hopeless. "This body is too strong. Pretending to be a junk snack is as much a test of my acting skills as pretending to be knowledgeable. In other words, I have no time to relax. I work overtime for 20 hours a day. Is Batman's willpower made of iron?"

System: "You can catch up at your own company's board meetings."

Moses: “…thank you for your advice.”

He was a bit of a perfectionist and obsessive-compulsive person, and he would never allow himself to give up halfway or cause the superhero to fail due to his own reasons, so he immediately gathered his thoughts and fell on the big bed that looked expensive and comfortable, closed his eyes and fell into a short deep sleep.