1. Outc4zt
2. Natsu kurosaki
3. Starkiller 075
4. Death bane
5. Cameron ward
6. Cash
7. Yellow
8. IsekaimeinDCplease
9. James Hickman
10. XXkillerXXmw2
11. Jage
12. Khaoz
13. Joe thigpen
14. ZaberZ
15. James Murphy
16. Maxmillien Longstride
17. Po'okela Gonzalez
18. Peyton Howard
19. Richard
20. Dead Patriot
21. Work for food
22. Sebastian
23. Varko
24. Ytugas
25. D WM
26. Firewold
27. Vandetta
28. Nebulae
29. Luck George
30. The crazy prophet
31. Geofax
32. Zain sad
33. Victor Gonzalez
34. Daniel Sarabia
35. Emperuer3
36. Douc
37. Kal odinson
38. Chance Inman
39. Kryptic
40. Darth Melkor
41. Auzzo
42. Daniel Cherdak
43. Snapps
44. Darth Zenraa
45. Orvious
46. Travis williams
47. Warren
48. Max
49. Gonza
50. Nick
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1. Dominic Smith
2. Maelstorm
3. Lukasz marek
4. Ended MC
5. Enzo Morningstar
6. Uzumaki narazay
7. Gage renfro
8. Ktw35
9. Lemon zawodowiec
10. Gilo K
11. Karanvir Chauhan
12. WannabeMC
13. Terreneitor
14. John rex
15. Robert Biederman
16. Tojialive
(I'm forgetting many and for that I'm very sorry, please comment on this para so that I can mention you all, it means alot to me. đ)
Some are with us right now and some have left but there's only one person to blame for it and that's me as I wasn't able to deliver.
I just want to thank you all for the support you all gave me. There has been many instances when I disappeared for months and weeks not uploading a single chapter and you all still supported me.
No-one like their money being wasted, no-one, but you all stood by me, even when I had no reason for my dissapearence many times.
THANK YOU ALL, LOVE YOU ALL, FOR WITHOUT YOU, I WOULDN'T BE HERE.
(The order of names has nothing to do with my love for you all, I love you all equally-though there are some whom I like more đ Orvious and Cash)
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CHAPTER BELOW:-
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My company, Alritex Entertainment, the Babylon Laboratory, and the Nidavellir Workshop all stand on Gotham City soil. If the city were to sink underground due to a catastrophe, a risk that seems disturbingly plausible, it would significantly complicate my numerous plans and threaten the foundations of everything I've built.
The fact that beneath the metropolis lies a multi-level labyrinth riddled with unstable caves raises serious fears about the city's stabilityâespecially considering the infamous comic book storyline, where Gotham was rocked by a 7.6-magnitude earthquake, complete with chaos: collapsed buildings, power outages, ruptured gas lines, and countless casualties. With this in mind, I've decided, first and foremost, to strengthen Gotham's foundations so that even a quake of such power cannot shake DC's infamous metropolis.
Thankfully, those dire events are still years away; for now, there's ample time to prepare and act. Even if we can't prevent the consequences of such an earthquake entirely, it's worth the effort to minimize the damage as much as possible.
This brings me to my charitable initiativeâa foundation for the defense of Gotham City, dedicated to launching programs that reinforce the city's structural integrity, mitigate disaster effects, and generally prevent Gotham from falling into ruin.
I'm firmly convinced that, once people understand the severity of the threat, they'll appreciate my vision and admire my intentions. Even though locals dismiss the possibility of earthquakes as negligible, everyone realizes that Gotham is a magnet for deranged villains, and the chance of one of them attempting to blow up the city is disturbingly high.
In any case, fortifying Gotham is proving to be a very worthwhile endeavor, both practically and strategically. But all that is secondary to the main point: I'll be solving two problems at onceâimproving the city's future prospects while appearing to the public as a benevolent guardian.
I'm confident that when Gotham faces its next crisis, the residents will fervently thank their saviorâmeâbecause it will be my timely preparation that helps the city avert catastrophe and keep casualties to a minimum.
"Oh, where do you even get these crazy ideas?" Heather Brooks sighed helplessly, leaning back in her chair.
As one of the most important people in my companyâand let's face it, in my lifeâHeather has always managed to walk the precarious line between carrying out orders without question and expressing her convictions with clarity, never overstepping. This time, as always, she listened patiently to my arguments before responding, "It won't be easy. For starters: who's going to manage this charity? We need someone with connections throughout the city, an understanding of finance, and solid management experience."
"I already have one candidate who fits all your requirements," I replied with a knowing smile, recalling the charming blonde.
"Are you talking about Miss St. Cloud?" Heather guessed, cycling through the list of people I'd met. She's simply marvelous.
"Yes, exactly. I'll talk with her soonâsee if I can persuade her to head our new foundation."
"In that case, let's discuss the donation amount," Heather said, moving her chair closer.
"The implementation costs for your plan are astronomical. Realistically, we can't afford themânot now or in the foreseeable future. And don't forget, the paperwork for establishing a foundation is hardly trivial."
"It's no big deal," I assured her, waving off her concerns. "Bruce Wayne will help with the paperwork. This is in his interest as well. He just needs to iron out a few details, that's all. And you don't need to worry about the finances, either. We can attract several individuals with deep pockets to the foundation. Believe me, plenty of people will want to protect Gothamâno one wants the place that feeds them to turn to rubble."
"Alright then, I'll begin drafting the necessary paperwork," Heather said, standing up from the table, ready to leave the office and attend to urgent business.
"Wait," I called after her, reaching out and catching her wrist. "Heather⊠What about the promise? You still haven't kept it. I'm waiting for my kiss."
"I don't remember any such promise," she replied evenlyâthough her cheeks betrayed her, flushing bright red.
"I remember as if it were yesterday: you promised to reward me with a kiss if I figured out how to make a lot of money quickly," I said, pulling her gently toward me and wrapping my arms around her waist.
"A lot is a subjective concept," Heather said, taking a deep breath, but not resisting.
"How much do we have now? About a billion, I suppose? And that's not even counting the cash from the Nanda Parbat tripâŠ"
"That doesn't countâyou basically stole it!" she protested.
"Hey, I'm not a thief! Honestly, you wound my poor, fragile heart."
"Then what exactly are you?"
"Hm, let's say I'm an expert in controversial acquisitions?"
"And why am I still working for you?" she asked in mock regret.
"Maybe because you love me?"
"I sincerely doubt that."
"Are you sure about this?"
"I am." With no further hesitation, Heather leaned in and gave me a brisk, playful kiss before slipping out of my embraceâand dashed for the door.
"Think it over," she called back, just before leaving my office.
"Hey, that's not what we agreed on!" I called after her, grinning. Ah, women⊠Clearly, I would have to try harder next time. I wasn't about to let her go so easily. Thinking it over, she may have just fulfilled her promise, but I should have specified how long the kiss ought to last.
Still, I got my reward, even if it wasn't quite what I'd imagined. All rightâtime to focus on the business at hand.
Stepping away from personal distractions, my mind returned to Gotham, this city of shadows and chaos.
I understood that every decision I made would have far-reaching implications. My foundation was not just a vehicle for public relationsâit was a safety net woven around my own enterprises: Alritex Entertainment's HQ pulsing with creativity, the Babylon Laboratory pushing boundaries, and the Nidavellir Workshop's gleaming machinesâall anchored in this unpredictable city.
Their survival depended as much on the city's stability as on their own ingenuity. Strengthening Gotham's foundations wasn't just about bracing for earthquakesâit was about securing livelihoods, reputations, and dreams.
The multi-level caves, unstable and shifting, threatened not only the skyline but every story built on it, mine among them. By investing in structural reinforcements and disaster mitigation, I would shield more than just buildings; I'd protect memories, industry, and possibility.Of course, building consensus would be its own challenge.
Heather's skepticism was a valuable reminder: people don't always see the dangers hidden below their feet. Gotham's residents, toughened by crime, cynicism, and legendary foes, might scoff at mere geological threats.
It was easy for them to believe that, whatever happens, the city will rebound. But beneath the stubborn optimism lurked real risksâsome visible, some not. My mission was to illuminate those risks, earn trust, and convince them that investing in the city's defenses now was a shield against future horrors.
Recruiting Miss St. Cloudâfamous for her charm, intelligence, and networkâwas a strategic move. With her at the helm, the foundation would gain both legitimacy and energy. Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne's participation, however indirect, promised a smoother path through bureaucratic underbrush.
Together, these allies would help me attract funding, secure permits, and give our foundation the muscle it needed.Still, I knew that neither money nor influence would make everything easy. The logistics were daunting, the paperwork endless, and the skepticism from those benefiting least from change was always palpable.
Yet, driven by necessity and a desire to ensure Gotham's survival, I pressed forward. And behind it all, my own ambitions simmered. Public admiration, strategic alliances, and the satisfaction of seeing Gotham protectedâall these rewards were within reach. If the city ever did face catastrophe, perhaps people would remember my efforts, and call me a true guardian. That hopeâalong with the gentle, mischievous assurance of a kiss owed and receivedâpropelled me onward.Time to get to work on the details. The fate of Gotham, and everything I held dear, would depend on what happened next