DC:The Darkest Knight

[Next day]

[3RD POV]

"Alfred, can you hire a construction crew to dig out the underground tunnel beneath the manor and turn it into a cave? Also, don't forget to include in the job description that they will be cut off from the outside world until their job is done," Bruce instructed Alfred while giving him the blueprint of the basic layout of the Batcave.

The layout had six floors: the first floor, Batcomputer, a platform for the Batmobile, a training space, a suit display, and weapon storage; the second floor included a relaxation area with a natural habitat for animals, a shower, a lounge, and a game room; the third floor was dedicated to research with labs; the fourth floor was for displaying and storing inventions; the fifth floor was the darker side of the Batcave, meant for holding or torturing prisoners if necessary; and finally, the sixth floor was for the most dangerous items, like the mother box or multiverse bomb.

[BAT-CAVE IMAGE]

"Of course, Master Bruce, but may I ask why you need a cave?" Alfred asked.

"For many things, Alfred. I'm thinking of becoming the Caped Crusader of Gotham to clean it of criminals and corruption," Bruce replied, tweaking a stick-like metal device with a red light on top as he sat on the floor in one of the manor's rooms.

"You surely jest, Master Bruce," Alfred said with a smile, taking what Bruce said as a joke while he picked up disassembled laptops, TVs, and phones from the floor and threw them into a trash bag.

"You saw it yourself yesterday, at my parents' funeral, they treated it like it was some kind of ball, socializing, talking, and laughing about destroying the lives of the innocent. They acted as if the innocent were mere ants, easily crushed under their feet whenever they pleased,"Bruce said, looking at Alfred.

"You are serious," Alfred said,looking at Bruce with an astonished face.

"Master Bruce, I can't allow such a thing. Do you know how dangerous it is out there? You could lose your life, and I'll be damned if I ever allow that to happen," Alfred protested as he set the trash bag down.

'Looks like it's manipulation time,' Bruce thought as he slowly moved towards the window. "I'm not planning to fight crime right now, Alfred. I have preparations to make, and I can't just sit and do nothing while my city continues to decay every single day."

"I will do this whether you like it or not, Alfred, because I must. This city is corrupt to its core. Gotham is dying, and I'm the only one who can save it. At least I am the only one with the will to act on it," Bruce declared, standing by the window overlooking Gotham,of coruse what he said was far away from his real toughts.

'I don't give two fucks about Gotham. I'm just trying to survive by becoming Batman, maybe have some fun along the way and obtain the most powerful thing in all of the omniverse... plot armor.' These were Bruce's real thoughts.

"Master Bruce, you don't need to risk your life to save Gotham. Like your parents, you can use your wealth and connections," Alfred said, still trying to change Bruce's mind.

"While my parents' way was correct, it was not a solution, Alfred. They chose to help Gotham from afar, within safe walls, not where the innocent suffer. Just like Nietzsche said, 'whoever fights monsters should see to it that, in the process, he does not become a monster.' And I will fight the monsters, and for me to not become a monster, I need your support, Alfred. You are the only person, other than my wife, I trust my life with," Bruce said firmly, turning to face Alfred, his eyes filled with determination.

Alfred gazed into Bruce's eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry, Master Bruce, but I have to refuse your request this time. I can't let you put your life in danger... I cannot lose you too," Alfred said, his eyes filled with sadness and guilt. He still felt responsible for the deaths of Bruce's parents.

"I know how corrupt and messed up it is out here, Alfred. I am aware that I will risk my life every time I go out there. That's why I'm preparing so much. I am smart enough to create things that defy logic itself. All I need are resources to build devices like this."Bruce explained as he pulled a metal stick from his pocket." I built it using spare parts from laptops, TVs, and phones,"

"This is an electro bio-mechanical neural transmitting zero synapse repositioner, or Neuralyzer. It emits a flash that targets the eyes," Bruce said, indicating the red light. "It can isolate and edit specific electronic impulses related to memory, allowing me to hypnotize the target and alter their memories. Let me show you," he added, placing the Neuralyzer back in his pocket and leaving the room.

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A few minutes later, Bruce returned with a maid and two pairs of sunglasses

"Would you like me to clean the room, sir?" the maid asked, glancing around.

"No, just stand in the center of the room," Bruce replied, handing one pair of sunglasses to Alfred. "Put these on, Alfred."

Alfred took the sunglasses and put them on, watching as Bruce stood in front of the maid, wearing sunglasses and holding the Neuralyzer, its red light aimed at her.

"Look here," Bruce instructed the maid, pointing the red light and pressing a button. A bright flash filled the room.

Alfred looked at the maid, who had a blank look on her face.

"You just farted, and it was a wet fart," Bruce told her. After a moment, the maid's expression changed from blank to embarrassed, her face flushing red and tears welling in her eyes. She looked down and clutched her clothes tightly.

"Stay still," Bruce warned, noticing she was about to flee in embarrassment.

Alfred observed the maid for a bit, initially thinking she was pretending, but when he saw her genuine shame, he asked Bruce, "Was that really necessary, Master Bruce?" He felt sorry for the girl.

"It's just a prank, Alfred," Bruce said with an innocent smile.

"Now, random maid, look at this red light again," Bruce instructed as the maid raised her head, her face still bright red and tears in her eyes.

Bruce pressed a button, and the bright light flashed again, causing the maid's expression to go blank once more.

"Forget everything I said today and leave the room," Bruce commanded, and the maid exited.

"While your invention is brilliant, Master Bruce, I hope you never use it since it takes away what makes us human: free will," Alfred remarked.

"Don't worry, Alfred. I'll only use it when absolutely necessary. And this is only the beginning. I'll build myself an armor that is powerful enough to stand against even gods, a shapeshifting vehicle that can change into various forms like a car, bike, plane, or even a gundam. I know I can build those things, Alfred. I have what it takes: intelligence, skills, resources, and money. I have it all,expect your support."

"Please don't do this to me, Master Bruce. Don't ask me to send you to your death with my own hands," Alfred said as he looked at Bruce pleadingly.

"You don't have to agree with me right away, Alfred. I know you may see me as an immature child trying to play hero. But just for now, just bear with me and watch. You will see just how much I can achieve and how serious I am. Like now, I'm creating an AI to help me through my journey," Bruce said as he sat down at the laptop and started coding.

Alfred remained silent, his eyes fixed on the screen as lines of codes flashed past.

"Alfred, while you're organizing the construction team, I also need you to get some parts from Wayne Technologies for the supercomputer I'm building. This laptop will only last me a day or two, and I need supplies for my lab from Wayne Biotech and Wayne Chemicals. Order what you can, and I'll take care of the rest once my AI is ready," Bruce said, typing away with his small hands.

"'Sigh' as you wish, sir," Alfred replied with a defeated look. 'Master Bruce is likely still grieving his parents death. This caped crusader thing is probably a enthusiasm that will probably fade with time,' he thought, not knowing how wrong he was as he left the room, forgetting the trash bag inside.