Chapter 6: I hate yelling

Chapter 6: I hate yelling

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"Simplicity is the easiest path to true beauty."

-SEISHUU HANDA, [BARAKAMON]

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"Why did we have to go all the way to the library, couldn't the library just deliver the books that I want to the estate? Also, why can't we just buy the entire library and shift all the books that I want directly to our home?" Bruce nagged like a spoiled child as he looked at the shabby city outside through the car window while he and Alfred were returning from the library to the Wayne manor.

He didn't like going out of the comfort of his home into this cursed city every day, just to read some books.

"Well master, I asked the same question but apparently you cannot be the owner of a city-government-owned library. You can donate to it and thus experience some extra benefits but not buy it entirely. So I donated a generous amount to the library according to your wishes and got you the right to read any book you want in there, even the restricted ones. But the condition is that in case of such rare or restricted books, you will have to read them in the library and won't be able to take them out of the library premises." Alfred patiently explained to Bruce.

"*Sigh* I don't like it, but I guess you can't have everything you want in life." Bruce grumbled while thinking 'At least not so soon after my recent transmigration.'

"By the way, any news about my parent's murderer from Detective Gordon after our last conversation?" Bruce crassly asked.

"Unfortunately, no young master. But I do assure you that the culprit will get caught one way or the other. And when he does, I will make sure that he gets his due. He will never be able to see the outside world ever again." Alfred said with a distinct coldness in his normally caring voice.

"I hope so, I really do hope so." Bruce trailed off as he again shifted his attention outside.

Quite surprisingly, they were passing by the same alley where 'his' parents got killed that day. Bruce could feel it in his heart and bones, a chilling sensation of trauma and a lingering feeling of heartbreaking sadness. They were the suppressed emotions that the previous Bruce had left for him even after his death.

"Wait what is happening there?" Bruce suddenly spoke out as he noticed a group of people looking like thugs cornering a small poor looking child. "Alfred, we should help the child. I think he is in trouble."

"Master Bruce it's not safe for you. I am sure that someone else will definitely help the child, someone besides us." Alfred didn't want to stop the car and get involved in situations like these. He didn't want to do anything that could potentially endanger Bruce.

"Look, Alfred, I know where you are coming from. I probably would have agreed with you normally but that's a child who needs our help in the same alley where my parents were killed and I was shot while nobody came to help us despite our desperate yells and screams. Do you want the same thing to happen in the same place to another child?" Bruce pleaded as he looked and reasoned with Alfred.

He normally really wouldn't have bothered with stuff like these but even a selfish person like him couldn't just ignore a little child being harmed in front of his eyes. This was one of the few rare cases where he genuinely wanted to help someone without expecting anything in return. Besides he had no danger from ordinary thugs like these, not with his bat-tool still with him.

"Fine. Stop the car here Jimmy. And also Master Bruce, please don't get out of the car, no matter what happens." Alfred said as he opened the car door and got out of the car.

"Hello there gentlemen. May I ask what is happening here?" Alfred asked in a polite tone to the five people cornering the little child dressed in worn-down clothes which looked like they had been patched and melded multiple times.

Bruce was watching and hearing this from the window of the car parked a little away from the alley. Normally he wouldn't be able to hear sounds that far away but he had a sound amplifier and a digital zoom-in binocular in his new bat-tool which made observing them and hearing their voices excessively easy.

"None of your business brit. Now why don't you do us a favor and get the hell out of here?" A nameless thug yelled in anger.

"D-did you just kill those people young master?" Alfred asked not believing his eyes, his brain working at full speed in finding ways to protect Bruce from the ensuing legal repercussions.

"Do you think I am crazy or something? Of course, I didn't kill them. I shot low-voltage electromagnetic shots. They were like tasers and were only strong enough to knock them out for a few hours." Bruce snorted, not telling Alfred that they may or may not suffer from a decreased iq since Bruce set the voltage at a much higher level than needed to knock out an average human.

"*Sigh* Okay but please don't do that next time something like this happens. And also next time, stay in the car." Alfred said as he frowned at Bruce.

"Hehe, I can't promise anything." Bruce jokingly said as he focused his attention on the child. This was the first time he was looking closely at him now. He could not see his face before as the child had a hood on and the alley was quite dark even in daylight.

"Are you alright kid? Are you injured? Do you need help of any kind?" Bruce said as he went close to the kid sitting on the ground and noticed a scratch on his leg.

"N-no, I am alright. It's just a small scratch." The kid nervously said as he opened his hood to show his face.

The face was really beautiful in a girlish way with a strange aura of uniqueness and mystery to it.

'That face looks like that of a girl's. And that voice also seems... Wait is she a girl?' Bruce thought to himself.

"Are you a girl?" Bruce asked as he raised one of his brows curiously.

"Yeah, wasn't that really apparent?" The young girl said as she looked at Bruce in confusion.

"Not really, you looked like a boy with that hood on. Anyways, I am Wayne, Bruce Wayne. What's your name?" Bruce asked as he gave his hand to the girl to raise her.

The girl saw Bruce's hand and took it using it to get up after slightly hesitating for a second.

"I am Selina, Selina Kyle."

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(A/N: I didn't plan to release a chapter today since I wanted to take Saturdays as holidays but still, here you go. It's a BONUS CHAPTER.)

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