Chapter 1: Crossing into the Dark

Chapter 1: Crossing into the Dark

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"Things always get worse before they get better"

― Alfred Pennyworth, [Batman Trilogy]

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"Oh motherfcker it hurts. God, somebody just fcking shoot me and get this fcking pain over with." A young boy of about eight or ten years old suddenly began screaming in pain after he woke up in what seemed like a very luxurious hospital bed.

The boy was confused, he wasn't feeling any sort of pain before he went to sleep but just after he woke up, he felt like he was in hell. His body was weak and tired but his stomach especially hurt a lot like somebody had made a freaking hole in it.

But within just a few seconds of him yelling toxic words which were not at all appropriate for a young boy like him, a team of doctors suddenly rushed into the room with serious faces looking like their lives and careers were on the line.

"Mister Wayne, are you alright? Please calm down, we will help you relieve your pain. Susan, give me a Midazolam injection, a 2 mg dose. We cannot have him displaying high levels of anxiety just after the huge surgery he went through. He might even go into seizure at this rate." The doctor who seemed to be the leader of the team spoke in an urgent tone.

"What do you mean by Wayne you fcker? I am Alex Vincent. And what do you mean, surgery? Did you guys cut out and steal my kidney or something? God, I'll fcking sue you all..." the kid continued to yell in his foul language till someone injected a syringe into his hand at which he felt like his nerves became calmer and his spiking heart rate seemed to drop to normal.

The 'kid' still tried to free himself from the 'evil' doctors who had most probably kidnapped him in his mind but he was quickly losing his consciousness.

All he heard before he again passed out into the darkness was the doctor saying something like "Give him some pain meds. Lets make sure the kid is alright after he wakes up again. I really like my current job. If the prince of Gotham dies under our watch, we will never be be able to treat another single patient ever again."

'Gotham? Wayne? Are these psycho doctors some DC fans or something? Did they kidnap me because I posted on my blog that Batman only wins due to plot armor because if that's the case then I still stand by my point.' That was the last thought before he completely lost his consciousness once again.

All he hoped that by the time he wakes up again, he would be in a much better and safer place like his soft bed and not some hospital bed surrounded by psycho doctors.

'The Pengiun, Joker, Riddler, a lot of crazy criminal ladies, 'my' evil variants, interdimensional entities, a possibly fcked up Kryptonian with an obsession with justice, demons, evil gods and so much more were just waiting out there to fck me up.' Bruce gulped.

Oh how he wished he could go to any other world besides DC. Even Marvel although with a similar power structure and cosmology was better to live in than the absolute fckery of a world that DC was.

'And I had to transmigate into Bruce Wayne's body, didn't I. Now I can't even hide or run away or something since there are atleast a dozen factions and criminal organizations who either have a personal vendetta with the Wayne family or the Wayne Corporation or just want to get their hands on my sweet innocent self to free some interdimensional demonic god by sacrificing me.' Bruce sadly thought as he slowly lost his hope.

"Master Bruce, I am sorry to do this to you right now but the police are here. They wanna ask some questions about your parents'... deaths. Should I tell them to come back later?" Alfred asked Bruce in a caring voice after a nurse entered the room and whispered something into the butler's ears.

"Yeah, that would be the best. Right now, I don't even remember everything that happened. Its all a mess. I don't think I can tell the police anything in this condition. Maybe ask them to visit me after we go back home." Bruce tried to bullsh*t his way out of giving a statement to the police.

"Don't worry master Bruce, I'll take care of it. You just take some rest and focus on getting better." Alfred said in a sympathetic voice as he left to meet up with the cops outside, not at all suspecting Bruce's lack of sadness in his voice. He just attributed it all to shock of his parents' deaths.

'Shit I need to figure out something quick. As much as I remember, the death of the Wayne couple was supposed to be orchestrated by the Court of Owls, a secret society that not only controlled the entirety of Gotham but even had influence and perhaps even control of his own company, Wayne International.' Bruce thought to himself as he tried to figure out a way to save himself from the terrible future that awaited him if he couldn't master the same skills and abilities that the original Bruce Wayne mastered.

He was particularly sad at the point that he didn't even feel a little bit smarter or stronger after his transmigation. He wished he had atleast gotten Bruce Wayne's iq but he was having trouble to even remember stuff that he had read in the comics in his previous life accurately, so he knew that he didn't have anything even remotely resembling Bruce Wayne's supposedly genius intellect.

'How am I going to survive in this world? Presence, Lucifer or whatever Rob who had transmigated me or whoever the fck is listening, please at least give a fcking cheat for me to survive.' He prayed to anyone who was listening desperately.

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