The Batman's endeavours

The Prince of the City

"Alfred do you think you could cut my hair short like my father used to wear it, I have a meeting with the board later and I want to appear like I've seen the light of day recently."
"Of course I can Mr. Wayne, is there any particular reason you have finally decided to leave your cave all of a sudden to keep up the family image."
I could tell that Alfred was being sarcastic for he was calling me Mr Wayne something he hasn't done in years. I did not want him getting to involved in my business as I could not lose him like my father and mother, I would not lose him. After Selina left and The Riddler was locked up in Arkham I had taken some time to myself to tend to Alfred. It was nice for a while but I could not hide from who I was much longer, I had to get back to being Gotham's Protector, The Batman.
"The Riddler targeted me during his crazed killing spree that must mean something. I've come to the conclusion that, that something is I have the potential to hold influence and power in this city due to my family's legacy and last name, a thing I cannot do as The Batman. Therefore, if I want to make real change I must be both The Bat and Bruce Wayne. Now will you cut my hair please Alfred and please lose the Mr. Wayne."
"Of course Bruce."
After a short drive from my renew residence Wayne Manner to Wayne Enterprise I'm greeted at the front desk. "I have an appointment with the Wayne enterprise board would u mind telling me where to go." I ask the nice looking lady at the front desk who appears to be on the phone. "I'm sorry the board are not taking any meeting today do come back tomorrow Mr.?" She does not recognise who I am, have I been gone for that long that the people apart of my own company do not recognise me? "Mr. Wayne, Bruce Wayne Ma'am." I watch as her face drops, standing up, apologising and directs me to the elevator.
It's been a long time since I was in this building. Since I had met with the share holders, the board of my fathers company. As the elevator dings on the 42nd floor I walk out into a reception area with a large business hall in front. I can hear the faint sound of talk in the room, various different voices all arguing with each other. I look upon occupied assistance desk and the tele-intercom system that connects to the room. I press it on and listen into their conversation, their scheme, as they plan to throw me out of my company. All seem to be in favour of this apart from one man Lucius Fox. He sounds like a man I can trust. Just before the vote finishes I decided to make my presence known. To let these vultures know that Bruce Wayne has returned to his throne in the business. The Prince is home and he's here to stay.