I'm here for your entertainment~

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Chapi one! p.s. This book will be in 3rd p

Also you can tell I had trouble with the Zeta Beam numbers

WARNINGS: 

-Eating dissorder mentioned

-Fowl language

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"Master Bruce are you certain that buying the 'Théâtre Riche' was a good idea?" Alfred Pennyworth asks as he stands besides the most powerful and richest person in all Gotham city, Bruce Wayne.

Bruce just nods as an answer as he stares through the window of the Wayne Manor with a stern expression. "It has been fifteen years since the theater has been used Alfred, it surely did need the repairs, now it stands out in one of the most beautiful alleyways in Gotham. Besides with all the money we've got, have to spend it on something." The stern expression broke slightly as the playboy gave the butler a side smirk.

"Dear Lord." The butler sighed, playfulness lacing his voice. "You remind me of your father when he was in charge of the Wayne Enterprises."

Bruce stopped face full of surprise. He certainly remembered when his father had taken him to the Wayne Enterprises the first time, he remembered the awestruck expression he wore when his father showed him the digital map of Gotham City in the actuality and what it could become, would become.

"Is that a good thing?" He asked the british man.

Alfred smiled knowingly and reassuringly, he nodded. "Of course, Master Bruce. Although I must admit you definitely had your hiccups in the first few... What was it months? Years?" Now it was the butler's turn to smirk cockily at the playboy, as Bruce's face turned a light shade of pink.

"I admit I had a rough start but I managed it in a matter of weeks Alfred!" Bruce smiled playfully at the butler trying to get the british man to stop teasing him, but to no available.

"Oh my! So did I imagine the time you selled two hundred dollars to charity only to find out you gave money to ruffians?" The smirk on Alfred's face never faded.

"That was once! And it said charity! I hadn't even began being Batman then, how was I supposed to be sure it was a trap?!" The now red faced playboy asked the cocky butler as they made their way down to the dining room.

"Alright, I will stop for now, but that will not mean I will forget it easily Master Bruce." Alfred smiled in amusement and walked into the kitchen. Where he knew Bruce couldn't follow, no one could! It was the butler's personal area, with whoever walked in would never be the same again... or that's what they told themselves.

Bruce sighed and shook his head smiling small at first, now his blush gone, he went to check on his 'precious' and 'innocents' bundles of 'joy'.

"YOU LITTLE DEMON SPAWN!"

"I WILL ASSASSINATE YOU DRAKE!"

"OW! FUCK THAT HURT!"

Bruce could hear bickering in the distance as he walked towards the training room, rather his 'Gym' when all the combating materials were put away.

Bruce reached for the handle of the training room and opened it. There.....

Well it really was hard to explain. There was a raging bird trying to strangle his genius son while his second oldest tried to rip the youngest away.

So there really wasn't anyway to describe what he was seeing more than, pure battle.

"Ahem." Bruce cleared his throat once and all the fighting ceased, Bruce smirked inwardly as he felt like an Alpha and all his pack payed attention to him waiting for him to say something. "What's all the fighting about?" He asked unimpressed to his sons bickering.