3 BRUCE'S SANITY!
The days turned into weeks, and young Bruce continued to display an astonishing level of intellect that was far beyond his years. He had been enrolled in a local kindergarten, and his experiences there were nothing short of extraordinary.
In the small, colorful classroom filled with toys and giggles, Bruce stood out as a child prodigy. While the other children played with building blocks and finger paints, he was already reading books that would challenge the average adult mind. His teacher, Mrs. Johnson, was both amazed and slightly overwhelmed by the young boy's capabilities.
One sunny morning, as the children gathered around a small table for a lesson, Mrs. Johnson presented a puzzle to the class. It was a simple jigsaw puzzle with oversized pieces featuring various animals.
"All right, children," she said with a warm smile, "Let's see who can complete this puzzle first. It's a race!"
The children eagerly grabbed the pieces, their eyes sparkling with excitement.
'Why? Just why do I have to endure this hell hole? What crime did I commit to be put in this... this kids' playroom?' Bruce screamed in his mind.
His inner thoughts were a stark contrast to the innocence and enthusiasm that radiated from the other children in the classroom. While they joyfully assembled their jigsaw pieces, he sat with an air of resignation, his gaze fixed on the puzzle.
Mrs. Johnson noticed his lack of participation and approached him with a gentle smile, unaware of the extraordinary mind that resided within the small boy. "Bruce, dear, aren't you going to join in the puzzle race?"
He glanced up at her with a calm and mature expression, "This puzzle is quite simple. It doesn't pose any challenge to me."
The teacher blinked in surprise, not expecting such a response from a kindergartener. She had seen glimpses of Bruce's advanced intellect, but this was the first time he had openly dismissed a task as beneath him.
"Really, Bruce?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued. "Well, why don't you give it a try anyway? Sometimes it's fun to do simple things with friends."
He sighed softly, relenting to the idea. With a casual grace that belied his age, he picked up a puzzle piece and effortlessly fit it into its rightful place. The picture of a smiling giraffe quickly began to take shape under his nimble fingers.
The other children watched in amazement as Bruce completed the puzzle with astonishing speed and precision. His eyes didn't dart around in confusion like the others; instead, he seemed to have an innate sense of where each piece belonged.
"I'm done," he announced, placing the final piece in its place. The giraffe smiled up at him from the completed puzzle.
Mrs. Johnson was taken aback by the speed at which Bruce had finished. She couldn't help but marvel at his abilities. "Well, Bruce, it seems you're quite the puzzle master."
"Uumm... I did tell you this puzzle is quite simple," He replied with an expressionless face.
Mrs. Johnson wanted to say something, but a kid apparently hit his head on a small plastic block and started crying. She rushed to him.
'I know I am a genius. I am a freaking adult reborn in a kid's body and Tony Stark's brain!' He wanted to scream his frustration to the heavens. He wanted to build a high-tech Batman suit with Iron Man's arc reactor and fulfill his dream to become Gotham's Dark Knight or in his case, Iron Knight. But he could only curse the predicament he was put in now.
Imagine an adult in a three-and-a-half-year-old body sitting in a kindergarten among little kids yelling, crying, peeing and pooping, playing with dirt, mud, and a mountain of sticky stuff...
When his situation had first begun to dawn on him, Bruce realized how screwed up his situation was, and he could not contain his immense sadness. He wanted to blame his parents for admitting him to this kindergarten, one and a half years early, which could be, as the saying goes, a prison where you can run but cannot escape from!
He wanted to eat spicy noodles, but his body was craving milk! And his kid tongue was too delicate and weak to handle anything but bland and sweet stuff. He wanted to savor a glass of wine and a slice of pizza, yet all he was getting was baby food, and it made him feel like dying every single time his mouth chewed on baby food.
He wanted to enjoy some sexual life, and yet the only option that was available to him now was diapers. Well, he sometimes loses control of his bladder due to his brain telling his three-and-a half-year-old kid's body what and how to do!
All of these grievances slowly piled up within his mind, and he wanted to vent his frustration. He can't even watch a fucking porn, well... except, perhaps a kid show like SpongeBob. No smartphone, no computer or laptop, no nothing... He has only some toys, a TV with a parental lock, although he can hack it anytime, some easy-to-understand children's books, and... diapers!
Well, the internet and electronic books were pretty good options. But still, he yearns to read the comics and novels about superheroes that he enjoyed in his previous life and watch the movies in 4K high-quality full screen.
And above all these, there's a gigantic problem that he just can't solve—he wanted to train his body. Although his brain was technically an adult, his body was still weak and undeveloped.
'Fuck! When will I grow up?' Bruce yelled inwardly in frustration.
The day passed without anything interesting or unusual happening. Later, as night fell, Bruce found himself curled up in his bed, looking at the dark sky.
"It's gonna rain today..." he muttered as he gazed out the window. His eyes went toward his glowing toy watch, "2:00 AM."
The peaceful silence was disturbed by the patter of the heavy rain, as though the skies were crying tears of grief and pain. The room grew darker, and the raindrops grew in intensity and size until the entire window was blocked by a curtain of water. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the room and Bruce saw his tiny body on the small bed.
He slowly climbed down his small bed and silently walked toward the door. Slowly opening it, he glanced outside to check the hallways, seeing that no one else was up at the time, he closed the door and locked it from inside. He lighted a candle and placed it on the floor since the electricity seemed to be off and the generator didn't seem to be working.
Placing the candle, he opened his closet and wore the raincoat over his clothes to avoid getting wet. Then he took a torchlight, slowly opened the window, and jumped outside.
Just as his feet landed on the muddy ground, the rain was already starting to seep through the gap between the raincoat and the hood on his head. Turning the torch on, he began to make his way through the garden, the raindrops pelting against his face like tiny bullets, stinging him. Finally, he managed to reach his destination, a small wooden house he and Alfred built last week.
He opened the door and went inside. Closing the door, he slowly took off his raincoat. The darkness inside the cabin was perforated by the dim glow of the torchlight. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he walked toward the pile of toys and pushed them aside. Lying beneath the pile was... nothing!
Bruce took his plastic mud scrapper from the heap of the toys, scraping the surface of the floor with it and after doing that a few times, it revealed a small wooden plank, hidden under the mud. Pushing it aside, he took out a large plastic box.
Bruce sat cross-legged and placed the plastic box in front of him. Opening the box, it revealed a secret stash of equipment that he had been picking up from here and there... Well, maybe he has taken a screw or two from the household tools, wires, and some electronic appliances, like lamps. And maybe he accidentally came across a stash of metal tools when he visited his father's hospital lab.
Or that time to time faked cries and his demand to visit the Wayne Enterprises Development sector, just a moment before the Sector A and F Research Department employees were called to take lunch! He might have taken away some things, too many things!
They didn't notice him slipping things away, though.
'It's not called stealing when it's all gonna be used for greater things. Anyway, I'm a child, no need to question me.' Bruce thought with a smirk, proud of himself for avoiding the CCTVs and the people there.
"Now, I have all the equipment I need to make a wristwatch gun and a microbomb," He mumbled excitedly. He can now achieve two goals from his goal list; these will help him kill the guy who is going to shoot his parents in the upcoming years.
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