I train Batman in a horror world

As you can see.

My name changed from Hotel to Bat Cave.

Or rather, Wayne Manor?

To be honest, I really don't understand why I'm being called the Bat Cave.

Yes, that's right. There is indeed a naturally formed cave below Wayne Manor, where a large swarm of bats rests.

but......

But why does it have to be called the Bat Cave?!

Could it be because of that bat?!

Besides, how does Bruce Wayne resemble a bat at all?!

But what can we do?

I'm out of options; I can only become what they call the Bat Cave.

They couldn't win in a fight, and if they ran away, they would be eaten by this strange city.

But honestly, I don't regret following Bruce at all.

Really!

I mean, the fact that he dared to confront me at such a young age, aside from the bat incident, is probably because he lives in an extremely dark city.

Compare to Gotham.

I find it utterly unbearable to look at. (A curtain in a corner of the manor twitches as if blowing a snotty nose.)

Bruce, that kid, his soul is as delicious as dessert. I dare not eat it, but I can feel its intense aroma.

The more fragrant it is, the deeper my obsession becomes; the deeper my obsession, the stronger my power becomes.

One day.

I'm not incapable of replacing Gotham!

Now that they have left the manor, it is said that the murderer of Bruce's parents has been found by the Gotham police.

Then I can only play the role of a guardian.

Your estate will be protected by the hotel!

But I still want to mention it.

Wayne Manor is absolutely huge!

Can you imagine that I, a hotel, am inferior to a manor?!

As the guardian, I must constantly roam every corner of Wayne Manor to ensure that no villain dares to set foot in the manor, and then finally return to the bat cave below...

and many more.

Look what I found.

I have to go catch mice now!

......

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......

By order of the great demon lord, Reshorg.

A shadow warrior arrived silently at Wayne Manor, which is some distance from Gotham City.

His purpose in coming here was simple.

It was to monitor Bruce Wayne.

The rumors circulating that the killer of the Wayne couple has been found by the Gotham police are merely a convenient excuse.

The Gotham police are indeed trying to find the killer; all he did was leak information about the killer, which then came to the attention of the police.

Then someone might ask...

Shadow Warrior, you're here to monitor Bruce Wayne, why don't you just secretly follow him around?

Isn't staying by their side the best form of surveillance?

Please.

What era are we living in?

Still playing the role of personal surveillance here?

Lord Lei Xiaogu had long ago changed his traditional surveillance methods to electronic eavesdropping.

This not only saves time, but also allows for uninterrupted 24-hour monitoring.

It couldn't be easier!

The shadow warrior landed on the floor of the manor without making a sound, like a black cat.

He has received rigorous training from the league.

It can achieve literal silence.

He was walking around the manor, skillfully setting up surveillance cameras.

After finishing quickly, he headed to the next location.

It's surveillance, after all.

Naturally, we need to be thorough; everything about Bruce needs to be documented.

They had to keep a record of even how many hairs Bruce had on his body.

The only thing that bothered him a little was...

This estate is absolutely enormous!

He could easily avoid the sight of other people in the manor, but he couldn't split himself in two and set up cameras in all the hidden corners of the manor in an instant.

Simultaneously.

He also felt a strange chill.

It's chilly in this manor.

He didn't know if it was just his imagination.

In short, that's the feeling I have.

It took some time.

The Shadow Warrior successfully deployed all the cameras.

Just as he was about to check again to make sure there were no problems.

The chill intensified.

He is currently in a study in the manor.

Looking at the dazzling array of books, his gaze accurately found the tiny camera he had placed there.

After that.

He couldn't help but scratch his arm.

So cold.

He had undergone rigorous training and had already experienced and adapted to those extreme environments.

Now it is located in this luxurious estate.

He had only one idea.

"It's an extremely gloomy manor."

......

A stylish vintage car slowly drove through the streets of Gotham.

Vehicles on the road instinctively avoided the car upon seeing it.

inside the car.

The driver was Alfred, the butler.

In the back seat sat his young master, Bruce Wayne, and Bat-like Foul sitting on Bruce's lap.

Alfred glanced at the young master in the rearview mirror and suddenly said:

"The caller was a young police officer named James Gordon... Come to think of it, I think I've seen him before..."

"I know him."

"You know?"

"Yes I know."

Bruce rested his chin on his hand, his gaze fixed on the Gotham cityscape outside the car window.

His expression was neither sad nor happy, making it impossible to know what the young master was thinking at that moment.

"He had put a jacket on me earlier," Bruce said.

"And then you fell in love with him?" Foul asked.

"..."

It seems that only this bat can evoke emotional changes in Bruce.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce immediately pushed Fowler off him.

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Tch~"

Fowler was flicked away by Bruce with a finger, but he wasn't annoyed. He leaned against the closed car window.

A short while later, the car window automatically rolled down.

"Thanks, my little Fu." Fu stuck his little head out the window and took a deep sniff. "Mmm! It smells so bad. If that guy came here, he'd be in for a lot of trouble."

"..."

Bruce couldn't understand what Fol was saying.

It always does that, saying things that are hard to understand.

I'm actually quite troubled right now.

When he decided to begin a new round of terrifying training.

Suddenly, news broke.

The perpetrator who harmed the parents has been found.

This is just...too much of a coincidence.

Bruce glanced furtively at Fowler.

The guy had his back to him, half his body practically sticking out of the window, watching everything in Gotham with a curious expression.

Just as Bruce was wondering if it was something Fol had arranged on purpose.

The two "福" characters spoke at the same time.

"Young Master Bruce, we've arrived," Alfred said.

Fowler retorted, "How dare someone invade my Wayne Manor!"

Bruce was stunned.

Alfred heard what Fowle said and turned around to look at them.

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked immediately.

"My Batcave messaged me, telling me that some clueless bastard has invaded the manor."

Fowler grumbled and cursed as if Wayne Manor were his home, showing how much he cared.

At that moment, Alfred asked, "Should we go back?"

"..."

Bruce looked out the window.

They've arrived at the Gotham Police Department.

The murderer who killed his parents is inside.

Think for a moment.

Bruce clenched his fist. "No, there's nothing in the manor worth staying for anyway."

"......good"

"What's so great about it? All my money is still in there!!!" Foul shouted.

Bruce felt that he had gained a new understanding of Fowler.

Cowardly, lecherous, and greedy.