Snow fell on the roof of a grey building or rather compound. It was located deep in the Himalayan mountains. Despite the constant fall of snow the sun still shined through. The compound itself was built into the mountain with ledges and parts of buildings peaking out. On one of these ledges was a muscular man in night black pants with no shirt socks or shoes. This man who was covered in all types of scars was doing quite the unusual activity. He was doing a one hand handstand with only two of his fingertips. But despite this he showed no shine of shaking or falling down despite the cold winds hitting his body. However, not even that was the most unusual thing about this activity. For in his other hand that was held in front of his face was a humble comic book. But this comic in his hand was no ordinary book but rather it was detective comics #27.
" Finally after all these years and millions of dollars spent it's finally mine the ultimate treasure."
The man began to carefully flip through each individual page carefully as to not damage it. Halfway through he switched to just one finger. Finally after a half hour of delicate reading he closed the book.
"Hmm yes truly an amazing read. My hunger for content has once again been sated."
The man smoothly flipped back onto his feet and held the book gently with both hands. His hands were covered by smooth semitransparent gloves of a custom made material. The man walked over to a reinforced steel door. Coming his hair back with one hand and typing in a password into a glowing green console with a monitor. The monitor turned on and a camera popped out from the wall turning towards his face.
A mechanical female voice came from it, "Recognized master Bruce" the sounds of machinery came from the door for a moment before sliding open.
Bruce walked into the building which despite the freezing cold of the mountains outside was quite warm. Around him was an ornate yet modern bedroom. In the middle of the wall left of him was a large bed. Under and on its messy blankets and sheets were the unconscious forms of multiple naked women of all shapes sizes and ethnicities. On the opposite side of the room was a large metal panel that Bruce walked over to. Pressing a button the black wall above began to morph and change. A large glass case appeared with frame inside. Bruce placed the comic in it and closed it. Then pressing another button it closed locked and hid itself from within the wall. He stepped back glancing back over at the girls before heading towards the door.
As soon as he exited he got a phone call.
" Hello?"
"Bruce it's me I have another mission for you."
" Thanks Alfred I'll be ready soon send me the details."
" How many times have we been over this my names not Alfred. Also sure sigh if you weren't so reliable I'd have had you killed already."
"Haha sure so where am I going"
"Macao"
"Cool"
Hours later in Macao inside the Venetian Macao Casino multiple shots were fired. Bruce in highly advanced tactical gear was ducking behind a slot machine. The building was empty thanks to Bruce stalling for enough time everybody to leave. The mission had gone horrible. The entire building had been laced with bombs and Bruce himself was ambushed. At this point he could hardly remember why he was here. He had been shot five times and weirdly enough it was all on his right side. This sucked even more because he was right handed. He was carrying a highly customized pistol in his left hand and was checked both sides.
" Huff Huff Fuck! how did this happen? and how much longer do I have left?!"
He looked down at a watch like panel on his left arm. He had a red digital time on it counting down. It was winked to the bombs in the whole building. Assault rifle fire blasted right into the machine behind him. He rolled to his left and spotted the assailant. With two well placed shots to the jugular and eye socket. The man in military grade gear went down. However he wasn't the only one. From behind him two more enemies popped up and let out shots. Bruce ran hard between machines then he jumped and flipped from the alley into the air. Firing twice he hit while upside down then landed on the opposite side of a card table and ducked down again. He checked the clock again.
'Three minutes'
"Tch!"
He jumped up and ran again the bullet were barely felt by him at this point. He ignored the shots being fired from behind. Rather he noted the fact that judging from the angles there were ten more gunmen. Managed to get to a door and fell through without being hit. However he didn't crash onto the floor for no reason as ten more men in all black tactical gear were waiting for him. By falling he evaded the first volley of shots. With three more well place shots three went down. He rolled dodging the shots of the remaining seven. He charged forward he was completely unscathed until a single bullet scraped his left shoulder. He reached the first enemy and fired his last bullet into his head in a spray of red then took his gun and smashed it into the next one's face. Ducking down Bruce avoided getting shot from behind. The bullets ripped through two more soldiers. But as the mercenary tried to am back at Bruce it was too late. Bruce grabbed the man by his arm with overwhelming force. In one swift motion Bruce maneuvered the man in front of him. The remaining four toor into him with bullets hoping to shoot Bruce behind him. It was to no avail however as Bruce threw the man side ways at them knocking the guns out their hands. Then with the stolen rifle he shot all the remaining men and started running through the halls again. He ran into two more smaller groups with were disposed of so fast Bruce didn't even stop running. He swiftly ran towards a door labeled exit. He was only about ten feet away when. BOOM! It exploded in a ball of fire.
He check the clock again 45 seconds it read. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He ran and jumped right through the fire ball and fell on the other side. He sustained serious burns but rolled out the fire alive. He rolled on the ground the fire going out. He got on his hands and knees about to get up and run when. Click the feeling of cold steel was up aginst the back of his head.
"Well well it seems I finally got you this time Bruce!"
Despite Bruce damaged ears and blurry vision he easily recognized this man.
"Arthur so this was you."
"Indeed it was me! I'm even the one who shot and rpg right at the door while you were running out! Not that I thought it would kill you any way." His smile could be heard in his voice.
"Finally came huff for your revenge huh? Alright do it then!" Bruce slyly glanced down at his arm.
'20 seconds'
"Time to die Bruce! Any last words?"
"Yeah you were here at the beginning and now you get to see how it ends." 😂
He rolled. The gun fired. The bullet nicked his ear. He lifted his gun and fired a shot hitting Arthur between the eyes. The building exploded consuming both in the flames.
'Damn so this the end for all my life I've had to fight, kill, steal, and spy. But just once I wanted to save people just once. I wanted to be a hero like Batman.'
And so just like that he was plunged into the sweet embrace of death, but before who was truly gone something happened.
His finale wish was heard by a unique being in the Omniverse. This being commonly considered a ROB (random omnipotent being) heard this. This ROB was also a version of Bruce from another universe originally. So ROB (random omnipotent Bruce) granted his deepest wish and heartfelt desire.