So, can you ask me why I'm going to the Dark Knight's mansion? The answer is simple: to borrow money from him.
Of course, I understand that he won't just give away a large amount of money to some beggars. And no, I'm not going to blackmail him by threatening to reveal his identity.
I think I can offer him some important information, and in return he will lend me the seed money I need.
To be honest, I'm a little nervous. Not out of fear, but out of anticipation.
Batman was my favorite character in the superhero universe. Despite the fact that he did not possess any superpowers, he always remained the most dangerous member of the Justice League.
He's a genius, and I respect him a lot for that. But I respect Bruce even more for his martial arts skills. Batman has always been presented as the best fighter on the planet. I've already said that martial arts training is a priority for me. And who better to be a teacher than Batman?
I have one more small wish.… Become his best friend!
I don't remember if I had a best friend in my previous life, but I'm sure I will have one in this one. Knowing Bruce's character, I'm not afraid to leave my back open, because I'm sure he won't betray someone he considers his best friend.
And of course, I will need help in realizing my great ambitions. And I will be glad to have such a genius as an ally.
It took me over four hours to get to the Wayne mansion. It should be borne in mind that I was walking through the whole city, exploring the streets along the way, trying not to run into local bandits. Well, the fact that I didn't know exactly where this mansion was located played a role in this.
Fortunately, my intuition helped me, and soon I saw a large metal gate.
Seriously, I think my intuition is much more useful than this defective system.
Tapping on the Gotham Spill intercom, he waited patiently for an answer.
- Hello, sir, may I ask the purpose of your visit? A slightly elderly but personable voice came from the intercom.
- Hello, I would like to meet with Mr. Wayne.
- On what issue?
- I have some information that I'm sure it will be quite interesting for him to listen to. And... I guess his nighttime Alter ego, too.
The opposing side remained silent for ten seconds.
"Please come in."
The gate slowly opened, revealing a view of a gorgeous mansion. Yeah, it's not bad… Well, never mind, I'll get around, I'll build myself a better house than this.
He walked slowly to the entrance of the manor. Soon the door opened and I was greeted by a middle-aged man in butler's clothes. Well, the butler in the butler's clothes. Is that logical? It makes sense!
An involuntary smile of admiration began to appear on my face, because this is the first comic book character I have met in this world... Alfred Pennyworth.
I've always liked this grandfather. He was like a father figure to Bruce, and if it wasn't for him, I'm afraid there wouldn't be the Batman we know. Alfred Pennyworth was the man Bruce trusted the most. In short, a cool guy!
"Hello again, sir..." he looked at me with a calm but at the same time steady gaze.
- Alex. Alex Reith," I made a small polite bow, and held out my hand to shake.- Sorry, my hands are a little dirty. Well, you know, it's hard to keep yourself clean when you live on the street. It's okay if you're not comfortable, we can omit this gesture of decency.
But the butler, who did not change his face, shook my hand. As I thought, he didn't disdain the homeless. As always, he showed a benevolent and respectful attitude. That's why I've always liked this grandfather.
"I take it you're Alfred Pennyworth." It must be hard for you to keep an eye on a house like this alone, besides helping Mr. Bruce run his difficult business.
"I'm fine with everything, thank you," the older man said calmly, frowning a little.
I followed Alfred into the living room.
"Master Bruce isn't here right now, but he should be here any minute. Maybe tea or coffee?
"Tea, please, if it's not too much trouble." I'm sorry, normally I would have refused, but I haven't had anything to drink or eat since this morning. It's hard for a homeless person to find food these days," I spread my hands to the side, sighing heavily.
A few minutes later, the butler brought me tea and biscuits. Since I've been starving since my arrival in this world, I didn't stand on ceremony.
Soon, the bowl of cookies was empty.
- Those were the most delicious cookies I've ever eaten. Alfred, did you make them yourself?
- Yes, I made them for Master Bruce, but unfortunately he didn't have time to try them.
"He missed a lot," I smiled, finishing my tea.- Thanks for the treat, it was incredibly delicious.
"I'm glad you liked it," the butler said calmly, and I noticed that his gaze softened a little.
After a while, a charming man in his thirties came into the living room.
"Welcome back, Master Bruce," Alfred greeted the man who came in.
Wayne nodded slightly and turned his gaze to me. His gaze even made me shudder a little.
Now I understand why criminals are so afraid of him. If just looking at Bruce Wayne is enough to send a chill through you, what happens if Batman himself looks at you?
But even though he was gloomy, I looked at him with admiration. And how would you behave if Batman himself stood in front of you! The Dark Knight of Gotham! The world's greatest detective!