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章節 65: CHAPTER 64

[Tom Hendricks POV] 

After my successful theft and awkward encounter with Raven, I was finally back home and was putting the finishing touch on my program. The software I "borrowed" from Palmer Technologies made the process a whole lot easier. I used the term borrowed because I only made a copy of my own and did not make an attempt to delete all traces of the file from their server. I have to admit, it was just too tempting to pass up. What? I'm not some heartless dude who derived pleasure from kicking people into the cold corners of depression as I erased their life's work. 

After some tweaking and coding I was finally done with the AI, in short my personal butler. While it functioned as a customer service website, it's now able to compute human emotions and updates itself according to the amount of knowledge and information that's passed through the internet. There was no longer a need for me to answer questions that were too complex for it to answer itself because of the lack of human understanding it lacked. Honestly I just hope I didn't mistakenly just created Ultron in the DC verse. 

I ran a few tests on it so I could confirm the limits of its knowledge, but there was no limit. I gave it a female voice but with a British accent, just for the fun of it and for my personal liking to the accents of the Brits. 

I also installed a security program and a few speakers in my place, in case there was an intruder it'll alert me immediately. My AI was in charge of the security and if there was a breaking, it'll alert me no matter where I was in the house and only to me. 

There was no need announcing an intruder alert and informing the intruder that we know about your presence, no that's dumb as fuck if you asked me. I'd rather get informed then  take my intruder by surprise["surprise motherfucker"], almost as if I was waiting for them, then make them pay painfully for their insolence. 

I couldn't shake off the feeling that my home was vulnerable to burglars, and I wasn't going to take any chances. So, I took matters into my own hands and installed flat metal rods through the walls, connecting them to my windows, doorknob, and even a metal-plated foot mat at the front of my door. This shit was gonna be Home Alone all over again, if there were just normal burglars and I was in the mood to have some fun. 

I faced a dilemma: how would I manage to keep my AI program with me at all times? I couldn't rely on my phone, and wearing a headpiece all the time was impractical. My options were limited to a smartwatch or a pair of smart glasses, complete with built-in speakers and visual displays - just like Iron Man. Fuck it, why not go for both. 

What I loved about this world was their level of technological advancement. With the incredible brain I was blessed with after my transmigration, nothing was beyond my reach. The possibilities were endless, it was as if I had been given a blank canvas and an infinite palette of colors to work with.  

I turned to the only place where anything could be found for sale: the dark web. With a few clicks, I found vendors selling the exact parts I needed for my latest gadgets. It was exhilarating to know that, with just a bit of sleuthing, I could access a whole new world of technology. After placing my order and paying for the parts, I turned my attention to programming and mapping out how I wanted my new system to work. It was a labor of love, tinkering with every aspect until I had created the perfect setup.

As I awaited the delivery of the parts, I felt a sense of anticipation, knowing that soon I would be able to bring my creation to life. The dark web may have been a risky place to search, but the rewards were worth it for someone like me who would do whatever was needed so I could get what I wanted. 

The next day, my eagerly awaited package arrived, and I dived straight into building both the smartwatch and smart glasses. It was a complex task, and I worked tirelessly for a week to ensure that everything was perfect. The smartwatch was designed as a support system for my AI program, which was the main installation. Meanwhile, the glasses appeared as a discreet earbud that I could wear on my left ear. The device had two sets of buttons - one in the middle and another at the bottom.

The button in the middle was designed for answering calls with a single click, while a double click allowed me to communicate with my AI assistant. As for the button at the bottom, if held for more than five seconds, it would transform the earbud into a comfortable pair of glasses that would sit snugly on my face. 

The glasses were already a technological masterpiece, capable of functions like clear and sunglasses, binoculars, night vision, heat vision, and x-ray. It could even detect things on different light spectrums, giving me a whole new level of vision. Damn it was the whole package, at first I thought I was getting carried away but this was too juicy to not go all out. 

Despite the impressive features of the glasses, I knew there was still room for more. However, I decided to focus on perfecting what I had created so far before adding more features. As for the watch, it was equally impressive, boasting features like a laser, a short-range EMP that affected my surroundings but not my personal gadgets, and the ability to hack into nearby devices and copy data on my command. 

I guess I've finally taken a step into the tech world. I could make more of these and sell them for high profits but I don't like sharing my toys. It's mine and mine alone. 

A figure stood lurking in the dark as if pondering on something like his mind was occupied with thoughts as he plotted and schemed on how to go about his latest job. The moon shone through the window, casting an eerie light that illuminated the room in an eerie, ghostly way. He took a step forward as the moonlight revealed his mask, and it was none other than the man who would definitely send chills down the spine of the likes of someone such as the Boogeyman himself. 

Deathstroke stood in the shadows, his mask hiding his face as he read through the details of his new job. Certain people in high places were not happy with the new developments in Gotham, and they had hired him to take care of the problem - by assassinating the man known only as 'Ghost'.

As a highly skilled mercenary and assassin, Deathstroke was no stranger to this kind of work. But something about this job made him uneasy. He had heard rumors about Ghost - that he was a shadowy figure, almost impossible to track down. And if the people at the top were willing to pay this much to have him eliminated, then he must be a real threat to their operations.

Gotham City was infamous for its crime families and top bosses who always found themselves in legal trouble. But they had a secret weapon - a group of individuals who could make evidence disappear and help them evade jail time, the men at the top. These shadowy figures had long enjoyed a steady flow of income from their criminal clientele. However, lately, the cash flow had begun to dry up at an alarming rate.

They had their men investigate the cause of it and the result they got was that there was someone else who was helping those people to escape the  watchful eye of the law while they carried out their operations, someone who made transportation of illegal goods seem like a cake walk, he made stealing from the most secure buildings seem like child's play, he cooked up plans and schemes that made crime seem like checkers to him while others had been playing chess.

The situation prompted them to turn to Deathstroke, a highly skilled mercenary who they believed was the perfect candidate to handle the task of locating and eliminating the troublesome individual.

"Locating this individual will undoubtedly be a challenging task, but the effort will be worthwhile," Deathstroke remarked, his hand stroking his chin as he gazed into the empty darkness with his one good eye. "Given that he leaves no traceable trail, the only way to begin is by offering him a job. If he accepts, I can use that as a starting point to track down his whereabouts." 

He knew it wouldn't be easy to meet with him face to face. Ghost was a mysterious figure who tried to play God as he used pawns for his bidding, elusive and reclusive, and even Mr. Falcone couldn't coax him out of hiding. But Deathstroke had an idea. He needed to set a trap so irresistible, so cunning, that Ghost would have no choice but to show himself. And once he did, he would be at his Mercy.

"This was it - a chance to finally uncover the identity of the elusive man who had managed to evade all those who had attempted to track him down," Deathstroke muttered in a serious tone as he removed his mask, revealing his white hair and eye patch while maintaining a focused glare on his face as he continued. "It was a high-stakes game, and the outcome was uncertain, but I had a plan and was prepared to see it through. In this line of work, risks were a necessary component of success, and I was willing to take the necessary chances to achieve my goal."

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章節 66: CHAPTER 65

A/N: Watsup fam! I apologize for not posting yesterday, I was really occupied and cornered by a lot of work to the point that I couldn't even upload a chapter. With an apologetic heart, here's today's chapter everyone.

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After successfully completing my new AI and gadgets, I felt a celebratory drink was in order. I hopped on my customized motorcycle and headed to Tin Roof Bar, a place I hadn't visited in a while due to being preoccupied with my project. It was reminiscent of a scientist who spends a month locked up in a lab, solely focused on completing their work. 

Upon arriving at the bar, I was immediately met with the familiar smell of alcohol and cigarettes. The place was bustling as usual, and Selina, the bartender, looked as alluring as ever. Although she wasn't wearing anything revealing, her captivating aura was undeniable.

"Hey stranger." She said with a smile while leaning onto the bar before lacing her fingers together and rested her chin on them, as I approached the bar and took a seat right in front of her. 

"Hey beautiful, how have you been?" I asked as I noticed she seemed to be actually happy to see me. 

"Been good, I didn't see you for a whole week. I was beginning to worry about you."

"Well I've been busy with some work. You could have called, you know." 

"But I don't have your number." She said in a flirty tone, her body language accommodating her approach. 

"Oh, my bad. Why don't you give me yours and when I call, then you'll have my number." I said in a flirty tone as I reached for my pocket and handed her my phone. I know it sounded cheesy but in my head that sounded like a cool way to ask her for her number. 

"That was really smooth Tommy." She said with a smirk on her lips. "Okay fine." Selina reached for my phone which I had extended to her and she input her digits. 

With my phone in her hand, I heard another phone ring from the same section. It wasn't hard to figure out that it was Selina's, the meowing was a dead giveaway. She handed me back my phone, but not until she dialed the number. 

"Really?" I asked as I gave her a plain look. 

"I take whatever I want sweetie, I don't enjoy waiting." She said as she let out a small chuckle. I had a feeling like someone was staring at me, like they could have literally bore a hole in my back with their glare. 

"Well if that's what you say then I guess it couldn't be helped, I came to drink so pass me a glass of scotch." I said to her as before, turning my back on the bar and observing the surroundings as casually as I could. I first saw a man who glared at me as if I had taken something precious from him. Immediately our eyes met, he jolted in shock and turned away. I guess he might have been crushing on Selina and was jealous of how close we seemed. 

But something else drew my attention. I noticed a few people who frequently stole barely noticeable glances at me but made it not seem obvious and as subtle as they could. There was no way I would have noticed if not for my paranoid mind and the man who was sitting at a section that gave me a noticeable sight of them. 

Turning back to the bar, I saw Selina who seemed to have noticed their subtle stare. With a glass of scotch in my hand and asked her,"Do you know who they are?" I took a sip from my glass and awaited her answer as she mused at each of them, but without drawing attention with her gaze. 

"No, I haven't seen them around here before. They might be new though, but they came in here a few minutes after you came in."

"It's either they followed me, or it's all just a big coincidence. As if, coincidences are rare in this world, especially in a town like Gotham." I took a sip, dropping my bottle on the table. I continued with a tone which seemed like I was excited to know who my stalkers were. "Well I guess we just have to find out."u stood up and walked out of the bar like I hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. 

I stopped by my bike and waited but no one showed, I called Selina and she said they didn't even move a muscle. What a let down, I was thinking I'll get to have some fun, anyway, maybe some other time when they grow some balls. 

I mounted my motorcycle, its engine roaring to life beneath me. As I accelerated down the open road, the stunning sunset scenery of Gotham surrounded me, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink. 

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"Intruder alert, intruder alert, intruder alert."  The words that came from a small speaker by Tom's bedside. His AI woke him up from his deep slumber with an intruder alert. Tom woke up and was willing to play with his intruder a little bit, he thought maybe it was the guys from the bar earlier. But his AI only confirmed the presence of one person. 

He heard his door stealthily open, if he wasn't awake already he wouldn't have noticed. Whoever they were, they'll surely regret breaking into his place. 

Tom turned to a small screen by his bed where he could monitor any part of the house through small cameras which he had placed in strategic locations, it had night vision and the sight he was greeted with was that of someone he had hoped to avoid for as long as he could. But considering his encounter with Robin he expected her to confront him soon also. 

The figure was quietly going through stuff in his house and Tom would have barely noticed her presence if it weren't for his security program, that's how stealthy she was.

"What's up with ladies breaking into my place at night?" He muttered to himself as he stood up from bed. 

Tom wanted to meet with the figure but he tried to erase his presence so he could make their meeting a little bit more dramatic. 

He walked to his room door and eliminated the sound as he turned the knob and also erased the sound from his footsteps which the Batgirl might eventually pick up on. 

Tom walked into the living room and took a seat as he observed the instant halt in the intruder's movements which told him that his presence was already made known to his intruder. 

"I'm impressed, you were able to detect my presence." She said with a cautious tone, as she turned around slowly. 

"Hello Batgirl." He said with an unfazed expression on his face as he stared at the caped Crusader's female sidekick who stood in the middle of his living room with a serious look beneath her cowl. 

"I had hoped this night wouldn't go like this." She said as she maintained her stance. 

"Like how? You breaking into my place in the middle of the night and going through my stuff? Are you here to steal something or what?" 

She let out a dramatic gasp as she couldn't believe Tom would say something like that. "Why would you think I would steal from you?" She asked. 

"How else would you explain you breaking into my place in the middle of the night and hoping for me not to notice you until you were gone?" 

"First of all, I had no intention of stealing anything from you. I saw what you did to Robin and it was inhuman, you almost had him traumatized." This time she relaxed her shoulders a little as she looked at Tom who didn't seem like he had any intention of attacking her. 

Tom mused at the thought of traumatizing the brat who didn't seem to want to leave him in peace. "Well at least now he would have learnt his lesson and left me alone." He crossed his legs and sank comfortably into his chair. 

Their encounter was unlike anything Batgirl had expected. She thought maybe he had some kind of vendetta against the Bat family, considering what he did to Robin and she started investigating him and also thought he'd do something to her like he had done to Robin. 

"You could relax more, you know." He said as he stood up from his chair. 

She took a step back as she watched him closely. "Don't try anything funny. Now that it has come to this, you'll have to answer some questions of mine."

"Relax red." He said, making reference to her red hair. "Sure I'll answer your questions but first… Tea? Tom gestured to the kitchen as he asked her to sit with him. 

"No, why would you think I'd even drink tea with you?" 

"Come on." He exasperated. "Does the detective gene get passed down with the costume? You've been asking questions non-stop, when I'm the one who is supposed to have a lot of questions as regards your breaking in. You Bat's are a handful, you know that?" He turned in the direction of the kitchen to get some tea, he'd rather have a conversation over a drink. Either a glass of whiskey or coffee, but since it's midnight and he would like to get some rest later on, he decided to get tea, and he was sure she wouldn't agree on alcohol. 

"Fine." She said, letting down her guard but still on high alert. 

"Whiskey?" He asked. 

"Absolutely not." She said to him in a serious tone. 

"Damn it, I guess it's tea then." He couldn't resist the temptation to try his luck if she might agree for whiskey, but her answer was definitely expected. 

"Okay, what do you want to ask first?"

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