Chapter 9: Time skip

"Well, see you later than, Bruce." I said as my family entered our car and his entered theirs.

"See you later, Jamison."

And so, we drove home.

...

A few days after the ball, Lazerbeak came back. He looked different too. Instead of the traditional metallic that almost all transformers had, it almost seemed like he was made from crystal.

He transformed into a modern day laptop while laying into my room. I caught him just before he hit the floor. My speed had really increased as I was on the other side of the room when he came flying in.

"Well you've changed. What happened?" I asked.

"I had found a large source of this kryptonite that you called it. It was relatively similar to Energon and had similar energy property's. So, I melted some down and consumed it. However, there were some ... side affects." He said.

"Well I can tell that, you look like a crystal now. Are there any others?" I ask him.

"I never need to consume energon, or something similar, ever again. I also have a faster computing rate than ever before. I mean, us transformers are already thinking robots and hundreds of times smarter than a human but this put me on the next level."

"Well shit. So it was a major upgrade?"

"Yes, yes it was."

And so, the day went on.

Over the next few weeks, I started creating an alter ego, so to speak. It was more like creating a new identity but on a much larger scale than normal. I put my new name under the name James Brooks. Nothing special, just some random name out of a generator.

Anyways, as James, I was a 24 year old male who's parents died due to some disease. I inherited the family fortune that was supposedly some technology development franchise.

I loaned to use that as a cover story and make it legit as I had made sure that Kryptonite was a suffices energy source. However, I would only use that as a cover. The real franchise would be the drug trade I would create. Lazerbeak had already found some good places in Africa and would be perfect for growing things like cannabis and poppies for the opium.

...

Soon a year had passed. Me and Bruce had become good friends as we were the only 2 people our age in our position that we knew. My investments with my father had grown even more. He even had me buy a building in the business district. I decided to make it a toy shop as there didn't seem to be very many of those in Gotham with out the owner being some child stealer or something. My father had given me a small but efficient staff and we started making money.

On the less then legal side of things, my persona of James Brook was doing extremely well for him self. The drugs trade that I started in Africa had gone into almost all of Africa, some of Egypt, the lower parts of Spain, Italy, and a fair portion of Israel. Most of the south east countries would be easy to get into as they were run by corrupted governments or monarchy that held little to no control over their people.

(No insult intended in the last part.)

He, or rather I, was rolling in cash. My people were extremely scared of me too. None of them had actually seen me and all they new was that I had control over the human sized metal bird that could tear them a new one anytime, anywhere. And they would never see it coming. One time, this actually happened. One of the men that Lazerbeak had hired got cough and was going to tell the police everything. Let's just say the the next day, that department was no longer with us.

Kind of excessive, I know, but I had the feeling that Lazerbeak was getting kind of annoyed with only humans so I had him let out some steam.

Anyways, I was doing extremely well.

Another bit of news, my sister was thrown out of the house. Apparently, she was caught in the possession of some illegal drugs. My father an mother didn't have the heart to had her over to the police so they gave her some money and told her to find an apartment and a job.

I would probably regret doing that a little later as thing like this seem to always nip people in the bit later on. Especially in Gotham. But whatever.

The annual ball had also passed. Me and Bruce started some ... trouble with each other during it. There may or may not have been one or two cakes laced with laxatives. It was really funny watching people run into the bathroom after eating some of the cake. And the best part was, no one knew it was us.

Now, all I had to do was wait until June and the plot of Gotham would finally start.