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"With the last will of billionaire Bruce Wayne becomes public upon his request, we are all left guessing who will be the one to inherit the Wayne Manor, and the fortune that comes with it."

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"Today we have our guest, Mister Lucious Fox, CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Mister Fox, what can we expect for the future of your company with not only the death of Mister Wayne, but with the main explosion that occurred in the headquarters?"

"We'll Miss Vale, you and i both knew what Bruce stood for, and as he stood down from CEO he still had a lot of input and faith in our company. He was always one step ahead, preparing for possible problems, and successes, and the future of the company that struggles to help people. So I'm not worried, although it was a tragic loss. I am certain the incident would have been much worse if batman wasn't there to stop it."

"And do you know who is going to inherit The Wayne fortune?"

"I don't think I'm paid enough to know that." Lucius said with a laugh, shaking his head. "I'm not sure who it is, but I've met a lot of Bruce's friends lately, and I know that whoever the person is, he will be trustworthy, respectful and a good person. Bruce was a good judge of character."


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Dick Grayson had the television on as he was in the Wayne manor personal gym. He wore an athletic tank top, some sweatpants, and holding his weapons of choice: his Escrima sticks. He was practicing on a dummy, and the dummy was not looking too good after Dick's session. His black hair was a bit wet with sweat, he had his hands out in defensive mode, admiring his work.

Soon enough people will know that Dick Grayson was the owner of Bruce's fortune. The boy he adopted as his ward, trained to be a badass crime fighter, split from Gotham for years, and came back to make sure his city was safe. He owed it to the man that raised him.

"Master Grayson." Alfred, the Wayne's butler and the man who raised not only Bruce, but Dick as well. "You told me to get you when the sun was setting. Are you ready for this?" He asked.

Dick smiled, grabbing a towel and walking towards Alfred, patting him on the back. "I'm always ready, Alfred. Let's show Gotham it's new protector."


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Before Dick went out to introduce himself to the world, he might as well show the criminal world that Nightwing was here, and he was here for good. He was ready to protect this city just like Batman would... But with more finesse. Nightwing stood on a rooftop, throwing a Escrima stick in the air and catching it, listening in to the police records, or anything associated with Harvey Dent.

Doing some pre-research, he found out that Harvey has been making money by a company that was a cab service. He was surprised, and imprssed. He would have never guessed that from the psychotic ex lawyer... But now dick knew. And if he saw anyone driving his cab service, he would be sure to stop and say hello to them.