Chapitre 11: chapter 11
Chapter 11: Iron Resolve
Bruce Stark stood in the dimly lit workshop beneath his mansion, the flickering glow of holographic displays reflecting off his intense gaze. His mind was focused, his thoughts a relentless storm of ideas and possibilities. Tonight's mission had shown him one undeniable truth—his enemies were evolving, and he had to be one step ahead. Not just in skill but in tools. The city was becoming more dangerous with every passing night, and his arsenal needed to match that threat.
On the table before him lay the half-finished plans for a new project: a Batmobile unlike anything he had ever built. He surveyed the sleek, armored frame projected in the air, noting every flaw, every limitation.
"This isn't good enough," Bruce muttered, his fingers flying over the controls of his holographic console. He had to think bigger. Faster. Stronger.
In his mind, the Batmobile wasn't just a car—it had to be an extension of him. A tool that could adapt to any scenario. Tonight had proven that speed and stealth weren't always enough. He needed something that could fight back.
He began by redesigning the core of the Batmobile, adding a new layer of heavy armor to reinforce its frame. This vehicle had to withstand anything the streets could throw at it, from bullets to missiles, and still keep moving. It needed versatility, not just in speed but in function.
"Battle Mode," Bruce whispered, activating the new design protocol. Instantly, the hologram morphed, transforming the Batmobile's elegant lines into the hulking shape of a war machine. The sleek form gave way to wider tracks and higher ground clearance. It looked like a beast ready for battle, a mobile fortress armed to the teeth.
The modifications were extensive: a 60mm cannon sat at the front, capable of blowing through reinforced barriers or disabling enemy vehicles in a single shot. A Vulcan Minigun rotated on top, providing rapid-fire suppression for any situation. Missiles were tucked into the sides, ready to take down aerial or heavily armored threats, and non-lethal riot suppressors were added to ensure Bruce maintained his strict code—no unnecessary deaths.
For defense, he added an electrical charge system. If anyone tried to tamper with the Batmobile, they'd be incapacitated on contact, the surge knocking them unconscious instantly.
But offense wasn't enough. Defense mattered just as much. Bruce installed an EMP system, capable of shutting down drones and enemy weapon systems with a single pulse, and a device that could hack drones mid-combat, turning them against their masters.
Satisfied with the offensive capabilities, he moved on to versatility. The Power Winch came next, a high-torque system that could pull down walls, topple obstacles, or anchor the Batmobile to anything strong enough to hold it. It would allow Bruce to manipulate the environment to his advantage, even pulling the Batmobile to otherwise unreachable locations.
But the vehicle needed more than just brute force. In Battle Mode, the Batmobile would sacrifice some speed, but Bruce made up for that with full lateral movement—each wheel could rotate independently, allowing the Batmobile to strafe sideways or diagonally. This gave him the ability to outmaneuver enemies, even in tight spaces or chaotic firefights. The headlights glowed red in this mode, a warning to anyone foolish enough to challenge him.
Bruce smirked, satisfied with the transformation. This Batmobile would dominate the streets. But he wasn't done.
His thoughts turned toward mobility. He added a system to allow for momentum transfer—using the Batmobile's acceleration to launch himself into the air with greater speed and height, perfect for quickly traversing the city. The ejector system would catapult him into the night sky, extending his glider's range and speed. No enemy would be able to keep up.
But Bruce's thoughts didn't end with the Batmobile. He turned to another workstation where another project waited: the Batcomputer.
The Batmobile was a tool, but it couldn't operate alone. The city was vast, and threats came from everywhere, often too fast to react. Bruce needed an edge—something that could predict, analyze, and act in real-time. He needed an AI.
The design for the Batcomputer had been in development for weeks, but tonight was when it would come to life. Bruce swiped the holographic console, bringing up the Batcomputer's interface.
"Computer," he muttered. "Run diagnostics. Begin initializing core AI."
The screen flickered to life, data streams flowing as the AI core began processing. This wasn't just going to be any system—it would be his eyes and ears, monitoring every corner of the city. The Batcomputer would analyze crime patterns, predict the movements of criminal organizations, and provide instant tactical feedback in the heat of battle.
But the AI would also be linked directly to the Batmobile, the Batwing, and his suit. It would create a seamless network that Bruce could rely on—whether he was on foot, in the air, or behind the wheel. The AI would process all that data in real-time, providing recommendations and managing threats before they ever became a problem.
"You're not just a tool," Bruce said to the glowing screen. "You're going to be my partner."
The AI hummed to life, displaying its name: Oracle.
Oracle would do more than just monitor. It would assist in combat, control drones, and even provide countermeasures in the field. Bruce knew that the threats he faced were growing more complex. He needed something that could adapt just as quickly as he could—and Oracle was the answer.
Bruce sat back, watching the code scroll across the screen. He had given himself the tools he needed to win this war. Between the new Batmobile and Oracle, he would have every advantage the streets could offer.
No enemy would be able to outthink him now. No corner of the city would be out of reach. From the darkest alleys to the highest rooftops, he would have total control.
Bruce saved the final designs, then turned his gaze toward the night beyond the mansion walls.
Tonight, he had made progress, but the real test was yet to come. The criminals of the city were always evolving, always testing his limits. But now, with the Batmobile and Oracle at his side, those limits had been pushed even further.
He was no longer just Bruce Stark. He was the Batman, and with these new tools, the city was his to command.
To be continued...
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