Chapter 32-Breaking the Table!

Chapter 32

BRUCE WAYNE

"I am Gotham's reckoning!" came the answer, ringing alarm bells. He could already tell that they were being surrounded as he spoke, their movements all too familiar to him after years of training in similar manoeuvres.

"The League?" he realized as the man.

"Indeed, at least what is left of it after your brother decided to hunt us down," came the answer, his voice thick and grizzly as the giant of a man stepped forward.

"But no matter, we shall soon have our revenge and finish what we began in Gotham," came the answer. Bruce reached for his mask to alert Thomas of what was coming his way when suddenly, a massive boom ricked the room.

BOOM!

"AGH!" he grunted in pain as electric shock from his helmet rippled through him, and he felt his vision darken once more as his night vision went out.

"There is no need to tell your brother, and he shall soon learn of it himself," the grizzly voice rang out as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"Look at you," suddenly the voice seemed angrier as he felt a punch rip past his face before he blocked a kick, though not before another hit his gut; even through the Kevlar, it hit him, making him grunt.

"You have forgotten that Darkness is your ally and have lost your way," he shouted even as they engaged in a fist fight. Bruce hit him as well, yet the giant man was unmoved, and his attacks did not seem to have any effect on him.

"You have grown weak, and now your weakness shall cost you!" he was kicked in the gut and sent railing back into the wall, his back cracking as he fell down.

"AGHH!" he tried to get back up, yet he was injured rather badly. He reached into his belt and took out two grenades, a flashbang and one with sleeping gas.

He opened them both and flung them across the room.

BOOM! The flashbang went off, and he tried to race away, yet he suddenly had to scream out in pain as a massive steel rod was impaled down onto his leg.

"ARGH!" he screamed in pain as the grizzly man stepped forward and picked up teh sleeping gas grenade, walked towards him, and crushed the filter in his mask as he put it below his nose.

Bruce held his breath as he looked the man in the eye, yet he knew that it was futile. He would have to breathe.

"Who are you?" he asked again as blood dripped down his face, and he felt his vision blur as the answer came far too late.

"I am Bane!"

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THOMAS WAYNE

Thomas Wayne walked towards the Board meeting room with a fury in his steps as he moved through the Halls, his mind racing as he tried to think up just what was going on.

All of this reminded him of the whole thing with the League and the whole disaster that had been. He had vowed to himself that he would not let such a thing happen again.

And as he pushed open The doors to the meeting room even as the secretary rushed to stop him.

"Mr. Wayne," but her voice faded into the background as he stepped into the room filled with the Wayne Enterprises board of directors and an all too familiar intruder.

"You!" he snarled in rage, as his eyes landed on Pierce as he stood at the head of the table with smug grin on his face, the blonde bastard smiled as he spoke up.

"Hello there, Thom..."

"Shut it!" Thomas cut him off as the man flushed as his eyes landed on the inhouse Council sitting at the side.

"What the hell is this?" he questioned as Ramesh spluttered.

"Sir, the government..."

"They think you are a threat to an essential community asset," Pierce's voice cut in, making his face twist.

"And who are they to think they can even do anything like this with a private enterprise!" he questioned.

"The government of Gotham," Pierce replied as he was handed a legal document, one which mentioned how, under special circumstances, the government of Gotham was stepping in to protect an essential community asset.

Half the shit was something he had never heard, nor would have half the damned lawyers in this city. Yet essentially, it was that 'Thomas Wayne is too controversial and dangerous to run a company this size.'

"This piece of jargon won't stand for a day in any court! I knew Mr. Mayor was dumb, but this is insanity. I have taken this company to heights not even imaginable, and they think they can oust me from it," he said with a chuckle as he looked Pierce in the eye and tore the whole paper into bits and pieces and threw it to the side.

"You think you are the right person to run this company. You were a buffoon who earned his wealth by riding on the coattails of men better than you," Thomas insulted him as Pierce grit his teeth, his face flushed in as the Board room was filled with silence.

"No!" Pierce managed to eek out and Thomas chuckled.

"Then who do they think they can replace me with," he questioned, and suddenly teh doors behind him were opened once more as the clack of heels rang out into the room.

"That will be me," came the voice of a woman, and he glanced back and stilled. She was a black-haired beauty, taller than the average woman, dressed in a fine Black dress. Her green eyes stared straight at him, and the striking resemblances to another face weren't quite lost to him as he gasped out.

"You...." his mind raced as he realized that this whole thing was much bigger than he had first thought.

She walked to the seat opposite him, beside Pierce, and looked him in the eye as the whole room hung in silence.

"I am..."

"I know exactly who you are," Thomas said. He saw her eyes widen for a second, surprised at his words, yet she didn't shift as she smiled sweetly.

"That is good then. You must know that while not a genius like you, I have quite some experience running a business, and I would appreciate it if you would make this transition peaceful. This whole arrangement will only last until the charges against you have been investigated. So, I am hopin..."

"Leave us!" his voice rang out across the room as he glanced down at his watch at the message he had just received from Lucius.

'It's done'

"What..." a few members questioned, as he looked up and spoke up a bit more emphatically as he pointed his thumb at the doors.

"I said, leave us!" he spoke again, and the people in the room shifted as they began to file out one by one, leaving him alone with the woman who sat opposite him, who was now looking at him with curious eyes.

The men left the room one by one until it was empty. Apart from them, of course.

And immediately, her demeanour shifted. Gone was the ambitious and polite CEO, and then appeared the second in command of the League of Shadows, the girl who had survived through hell.

"It seems there is no use pretending with you," she said as she placed her legs on the table.

The angel of death. Talia Al Ghul, her real name: Talia Ducard.

"I had heard that you were quite uncanny in just how much you know. It seems they were right," she said, and he grit his teeth.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned.

"If you know my name, then you must know that as well," she replied, and he indeed did.

"I shall do to you what you did to me. I will take everything from you, just as you took it all from me," she said scathingly.

"I did nothing of the sort. Your father was a victim of his own hubris; your anger and rage is misguided," he replied.

"So, let me give you the same offer I gave him. Stop and go back to whichever hole you crawled out of. Otherwise, I will go to war, and I can assure you will not like that," he threatened because he was done playing this whole game with a glove.

The tension in the room was palpable as she looked him in the eye.

"You truly are interesting, but I am not afraid of you, so war it is, Mr. Wayne," she said, and Thomas stood up, his watch ringing with another message, and he smirked.

"Then war it is. And I am afraid your services are no longer required," he replied, making her frown as he took out his phone and, after opening a recently received document, flung it across the table towards her.

"Whatever shit 'jargon' you used to get here was just thrown out in the Court," he said as he saw her eyes skim over the document.

And with that, he stood up and reached for the door.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out," and as he twisted the handles, the door didn't budge as he felt it locked.

His head snapped back, and he saw her smirking at him.

"You weren't the only one who came here with surprises," she began as she walked out of the chair. Both of them walked toward each other, and the screens inside the room lit up.

His eyes widened as he saw the faces of the two people on the screen—Bruce and Selina.

"Where are they?" he asked in a snarl, his mind already racing as he tried to think of a solution.

"They are alive," she replied.

"For now?"

And with that, the room was suddenly filled with half a dozen men, who dropped down from the roof from nowhere, surrounding him as she put forward a piece of paper and a pen.

"But that could change really quickly."

He backed off, slowly his back to the great glass walls of the floor as he pretended to read the proposal, it was an admission of guilt for the murder of Carmine Falcone, Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle.

"An interesting little ploy," he commented, for it was indeed clever.

The admission basically pinned all these murders on him and donated all his holdings and assets to an unknown charity, which he suspected was a front for the League.

"But I am afraid I am not playing," he replied as the window behind him broke and the league's assassin fired at him. A few bullets hit his bulletproof hit, making him wince in pain as he jumped down.

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