Batman’s Son in Marvel

While Adam Wayne battled wits and courage against Joker—ultimately killing Gotham's most dangerous villain—Batman was far from idle. After learning that Joker had planted bombs in the laboratory, Bruce Wayne had no choice but to let Joker escape and focus on defusing the explosives.

Though Joker's henchmen were nothing more than low-life scum who had left a trail of blood and crime behind them, Bruce's moral code wouldn't let him abandon them to die. In his eyes, no matter how sinful someone was, only the court had the right to judge them. He would save Joker if it came to that—and he certainly wasn't about to let these criminals die under his watch.

But even after disarming the bombs, Bruce ran into trouble. Joker's henchmen weren't much of a threat, but his pets were a different story. The Czech wolfdogs Joker had kept in the lab were monstrous. They were larger, faster, and stronger than any normal dog—and far more aggressive. Their red eyes gleamed with madness, and they moved with terrifying coordination.

Bruce's stab-resistant armor, designed for flexibility, was shredded by their attacks. Several deep gashes bled through his suit, reminding him painfully of his decision not to rely on the heavier, more advanced Bat-armor. Though Batman often favored high-tech tools, he believed in agility and skill over brute force. That decision nearly cost him his life.

After patching himself up as best as he could, Bruce sped back to Wayne Manor in the Batmobile—only to be stopped by an unexpected figure. Catwoman.

A sleek motorcycle blocked the road ahead, and Selina Kyle leaned casually against it, arms crossed and lips curled into a smirk. Bruce frowned, his exhaustion mixing with irritation.

"Catwoman, this isn't the time. Get out of my way."

"I don't want to fight you right now," he added, his tone sharp. "But if you force my hand, I'll take you to jail."

Selina raised an eyebrow and tilted her head playfully.

"Batman, you really are heartless. Have you already forgotten the good times we've had?"

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Dealing with Selina Kyle was never easy.

"Cut the games, Selina. What do you want?"

Catwoman pouted.

"Relax. I'm not here to steal from you. I actually came with some information—something I thought you'd want to know."

Bruce narrowed his eyes.

"Information?"

Selina smiled mischievously.

"Yes, but I'm not giving it away for free. I want half a million dollars."

Bruce's eyes twitched.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, I am," Selina purred. "And trust me, this information is worth it."

Bruce studied her for a moment, weighing his options. In the end, he decided it was worth the risk. Half a million was pocket change for Wayne Enterprises, and if she was lying, it wouldn't cost him much.

With a few taps on his console, he transferred the money.

"Now talk," he ordered.

Selina checked her phone, smiling as the notification popped up.

"So generous, Batman," she teased, blowing him a kiss before leaning in.

"I thought you'd like to know… you don't have to worry about Joker anymore."

Bruce froze.

"What?"

Selina's eyes gleamed.

"He's dead."

"No," Bruce said firmly. "That's impossible!"

Selina shrugged and tossed a USB drive toward him.

"It's all there. See for yourself."

Before Bruce could say another word, Selina revved her motorcycle and disappeared into the night.

Bruce wasted no time plugging the USB drive into the Batmobile's console. The footage began playing immediately. The black-and-white infrared video showed Joker, cornered in an underground chamber.

Bruce's eyes narrowed as he recognized the drones surrounding Joker—Wayne Enterprises drones. His heartbeat quickened.

"Wait… those drones…"

Bruce leaned closer, scrutinizing the footage. The drones had been decommissioned—tech he'd personally discarded because he preferred to confront criminals directly. Yet here they were, deployed in a deadly formation.

And Joker? For the first time, Joker looked genuinely afraid.

Bruce clenched his fists.

Who could be behind this?

"Alfred?"

No—Alfred didn't have the technical expertise for this.

"Fox?"

That didn't make sense either. Fox wouldn't take such extreme measures.

"Then who?"

The footage continued, showing Joker's final moments—the chaotic firefight, his blood-soaked suit, and finally, his lifeless body slumping against the wall.

Bruce's stomach twisted. Even in death, Joker's eyes were wide open, as if mocking him from beyond the grave. Shaking off the unease, Bruce immediately called Fox.

The phone rang a few times before the old engineer picked up.

"Mr. Wayne, do you know what time it is? Disturbing an old man's sleep is—"

"Fox, listen to me. Has anyone used the decommissioned drones?"

Fox sounded confused.

"You mean the ones we scrapped?"

"Yes!"

"Well… didn't Adam take those? He asked for them a while back."

Bruce froze.

"Adam? Are you sure?"

"Yes. He said he needed them for a project. I assumed you approved it."

Bruce's grip tightened around the steering wheel.

"No… this can't be…"

"Mr. Wayne? Is everything all right?"

Bruce forced his voice to remain calm.

"It's fine, Fox. Go back to sleep."

He hung up and leaned back, staring blankly at the screen.

Adam.

His son.

Had Adam done this?

A mix of emotions churned in Bruce's chest—pride, anger, disbelief. He'd always worried about Adam's intelligence and independence. But to think that his son had taken matters into his own hands—gone this far—

What have you done, Adam?

Bruce's eyes darkened.

He needed answers.

And he was going to get them.

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