Problems everywhere. [Edited]

Bruce pulled himself up from his bed.

The time was sharp seven in the morning. He checked the back of his arm, where a deep cut had been registered yesterday, courtesy of the Hand ninjas.

The wound had healed perfectly, albeit a little sore.

What mattered was the loss of his blood while fighting the trope. Due to previous events, one being when he had just entered the world, authorities got access to his DNA. It was not in his control but a regretful event.

In this event, however, he had fought 19 sword-wielding ninjas.

The fight's most important yield was the volatile nature of his blood. The katana in the hands of his opponent had managed to get his blood on it in the skirmish, but it had quickly evaporated as if it had not been there in the first place.

Not just the liquid part of it, all of the cells' RBCs and platelets too, which was unpredicted and never heard of.

Usually, if blood is subjected to heat, the liquid part of it vaporizes, leaving its solid organelles behind it, but Bruce's blood vaporized, all of it.

'It helps me not leave any blood sample behind, although it has its demerits when fighting seriously, I have postponed the research on my body and the changes it was subjected to in my time in the cosmic cradle, it needs to be done at the first chance I get.'

He opened up the curtains, looking out of his third-floor office-home, while still in his boxers. The six-pack, well-defined muscular body did its work, charming the lady outside who jogs daily from this path while looking forward for a glimpse of the Wayne CEO.

Bruce winked at her, not sure if she would catch the expression from this far, but was replied with a flying kiss as he returned to his room for another day.

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On the second floor, was Neit Everhart, Bruce Wayne's personal secretary. (And twin of Christine Everhart if you missed that in the previous chapters). As washer daily schedule, to bring out the CEO of the company to work, who required daily assistance from the explanation of various business terms to common knowledge.

Her boss was a very lazy and academically weak fellow as far as she could tell. Having no education after high school, it was a surprise that he was a man with a net worth of $ 150 million.

The Starks were still dwindling, and with Bruce's insistence on buying the Stark name, even she was having her doubts that the CFO, Obadiah Stane had paid off the Wayne CEO.

Wayne's investments were following the Stark's downfall, with its own rise never in sight. The company was faring average, walking on thin ice between losses left and right.

Waynenet and charity, however, were the face value of the company. Instagram's booming rise as the main social media platform, estimated worth $125 million dollars in just half a year after its release. While the other games were also doing well, maintaining the top spot for mobile games every month since their initial release.

Wayne net had its evaluation at $160 million, while Wayne charity gave a sympathetic face to the Wayne group, earning praise for the young CEO for thinking in favor of the underprivileged as he increased the charity to $500,000 per year from the initial figures of $100,000.

As Neit walked outside the main office room, she saw an old man with FedEx pasted on the back of his shirt, having a letter in his hands.

Bruce came down from his room, ready for his work in his 3 piece Nordstorm suit.

"Are you Bruce... Bane?" He asked as he looked at the name on the letter.

"Yes, he is Bruce Bane." Neit humored the old man while giggling underneath as she took the letter, passing it to Bruce.

Bruce opened the envelope as he noted the sender's name and address.

'1 Hacker Way Menlo Park, CA 94025'

[I wanted power stones, short chapter]