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Bruce Wayne died on a mission to capture riddler but failed horribly the public was in distraught to know Gothams hero perished but as his body die...
Merry Christmas everyone happy holidays I hope yall enjoy this chapter. I know I'm late but just roll with it.
And also if you're all wondering which version of is Batman is Izuku well he is Arkham batman.
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Izuku: 495. . .497. . .500!
Izuku said as he collapsed on the floor his muscles aching from the push ups. He absently looked around his room. His walls and shelves once bore all types of All Might merchandise.
Well not anymore as the walls were completely bare except for a calender and a poster board. Most of his furniture was removed to allow him to make room for his training. Perhaps Bruce's minimalist decorating style was kinda rubbing off on him somewhat who knew his past life would affect him so much. Luckily he kept his hero journals somewhere safe and secure.
He thought as he continued his workout as he began doing some sit ups. It had been a week since the entrance exam at U.A high.
And eversince that day he had to improve on a lot of things awhile he waited. He remembered the grueling 9 months of training for this moment he remembered feeling sick his limbs all shaky as he hunched over on all fours over a pile of his own vomit and blood. He remembered putting himself through the absolute hell he did to himself to his standards at least.
Every night before was a different type of physical torture he put himself through. He trained his body to the point of physical exhaustion with rigorous acrobatic and strength training. He didn't have the resources to get the proper material for this hell but this would have had to do.
Luckily he had Mei personally built a machine to fire tennis balls at bullet speeds to train his reflexes and maneuverability. To the point of that exercise wasn't to dodge the ball it was to focus on the trajectory of the ball's positioning of the guns muzzle and to adjust his movements accordingly. Izuku never knew how a bullet would might feel like intil literally a few days ago and it hurt like hell.
And for him to improve his problem solving skills he would use his photographic memory of every single trap he ever encounterd in his past life. Luckily he was blessed with these memories or else he would have had to relearn everything from scratch. Luckily he was mentally strong and didn't need to relearn much besides his martial skills and build.
Izuku finished his workout as he could smell his mother's cooking as he became very aware of how hungry he was. He stood up as he was about to leave intil his door suddenly slid wide open. His mother was standing there holding a letter in her hands.
Inko: Izuku! It's here!
She said excitedly.
In Izuku's Room
The letter sat atop Izuku's desk, sealed with wac and branded with the U.A seal on it. Izuku knew he passed the pratical exam without a issue but he had the distinct feeling something was off. It might have been his paranoia buy he had the distinct feeling that he wasn't going to like this.
