บท 13: Chapter 13: What Is It Like To Have a Genius Son?
Bruce Wayne sat in the Batmobile, the hum of the engine blending into the silence of Gotham's early morning streets. The Batmobile sped through the empty roads, but Bruce's mind wasn't on driving. His thoughts kept circling back to the video he had watched.
There was no doubt about it—it was Adam's handiwork.
The precision with which the drones moved, the seamless coordination, and the lightning-fast calculations—none of that was humanly possible. It could only be the work of artificial intelligence. And in all of Gotham, the only AI advanced enough to pull this off was in the hands of his son.
But even with cutting-edge technology, killing Joker wasn't supposed to be this simple. Joker was slippery, dangerous, and cunning. Bruce had spent years battling wits and fists with him, sustaining countless injuries and near-death experiences, only to have Joker slip through his fingers time and time again.
Yet, in one night—just one night—Adam had done what Bruce couldn't accomplish in years.
Joker, Gotham's most dangerous criminal, was dead.
Bruce's emotions were a tangle of pride and unease. On one hand, he felt a surge of satisfaction seeing his son's genius in action. On the other, he couldn't shake the discomfort of being outclassed.
For years, Bruce had been Gotham's protector—the one who took the blows and made the sacrifices. Now, in just a matter of hours, his ten-year-old son had stolen that spotlight.
What does it feel like to have a genius son?
Bruce wasn't sure.
Pride? Definitely.
Annoyance? A little.
Frustration? Absolutely.
How was he supposed to brag about his accomplishments now? He'd spent years risking his life, and Adam had achieved more in one night without even leaving his bedroom.
As Bruce smiled at the thought, he accidentally shifted in his seat and pulled at one of his wounds, causing him to wince in pain.
"Damn it," he muttered, slamming the accelerator and speeding toward Wayne Manor.
The next morning, Adam sat at the dining table, finishing the breakfast Alfred had prepared. He savored the taste of wealth and privilege, already planning how he'd spend his day. Though his body was still growing, there was no harm in going out and enjoying the finer things Gotham had to offer.
However, just as he put down his utensils, Bruce Wayne appeared, his expression unusually serious.
"Adam, we need to talk."
Adam wiped his mouth and leaned back in his chair.
"Bruce, what's up?"
Bruce sat across from him, studying him carefully before speaking.
"Adam, you're a genius. You're the greatest genius I've ever seen. Not even Tony Stark achieved what you have at your age."
Adam raised an eyebrow.
"Bruce, I already know I'm a genius. Say something useful—I've got experiments to run."
Bruce nearly choked on his next words.
This kid was good at everything except humility.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Bruce continued, "Listen carefully, Adam. You've been given extraordinary abilities, but you need to be careful not to let them blind you."
Adam's casual demeanor shifted slightly as he picked up on the seriousness in Bruce's tone.
"You know what happened last night?" Adam asked.
Bruce nodded.
"And you think I was wrong?"
"No." Bruce's voice softened. "You did what needed to be done. Killing Joker probably saved countless lives."
Adam relaxed, but Bruce wasn't done.
"However, power is dangerous. Killing Joker was easy—but staying true to yourself? That's the real challenge."
Bruce leaned forward, his eyes locking with Adam's.
"I don't believe pure violence leads to justice. Never forget that."
With those words, Bruce stood up.
"Think about what I said. And take a break—you've been locked in that lab for months. No experiments for the rest of the month."
Bruce left without another word, leaving Adam to sit there, staring thoughtfully at his retreating figure.
After a moment, Adam shook his head and laughed.
Bruce Wayne. Always playing the hero.
Even in his attempts to lecture, it was clear he cared. It was classic Batman.
Shoving those thoughts aside, Adam stood up. It was time to enjoy life a little.
But as soon as he stepped out the door, he was blocked by someone unexpected—Fox.
Wayne Enterprises' chief technical officer strode toward him, eyes gleaming.
"Adam! There you are, my boy!"
Before Adam could react, Fox ruffled his hair and grabbed his face like he was a proud uncle.
"Fox, what's with the enthusiasm?" Adam asked, already wary.
"Adam, tell me—did you design Skynet entirely by yourself?"
"Of course," Adam said without hesitation.
The system had given him the knowledge, but he had mastered it. As far as he was concerned, it was his creation.
Fox's eyes practically sparkled.
"You're incredible! Tony Stark? Bah! That egomaniac didn't do anything like this at your age!"
Adam smirked.
Another Tony Stark comparison? Must be my day.
But then he caught the sly smile forming on Fox's face.
Wait a second…
Adam's instincts kicked in.
Flattery. Too much flattery. What does this old fox really want?
"Fox, cut to the chase. What do you want?"
Fox straightened up, feigning innocence.
"Well, since we're all family here, I thought I'd ask… Are you planning to sell your technology?"
Adam blinked, stunned by the boldness of the question.
"Sell it?!"
Fox smiled sheepishly.
"Think about it! With your AI, Wayne Enterprises could become unstoppable! We could corner the entire tech industry, revolutionize everything from security to military applications!"
Adam stared at him in disbelief.
Was Fox really asking him to commercialize something this dangerous?
His artificial intelligence wasn't just technology—it was power.
And Adam Wayne wasn't about to hand that power over to anyone.
Not even Wayne Enterprises.
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