Batman’s Son in Marvel

"Master, I'm afraid this little guy is really your son."

In a luxurious office, an elderly man with gray hair and a kind face spoke to the middle-aged man standing in front of him. The middle-aged man, Bruce Wayne, wore an expression of disbelief.

"Alfred, this is impossible."

There was a trace of panic on Bruce's usually composed face, something that Alfred, his ever-reliable butler, couldn't help but find amusing. Alfred's lips curled into a faint smile. He had never seen Batman lose his composure like this.

"Oh, sir, although I thought it was impossible too, the facts are right in front of you, aren't they?" Alfred shrugged.

Bruce Wayne's expression grew more complicated.

"Alfred, I'm not that kind of playboy—I'm not Tony Stark!"

"This shouldn't be happening!"

"Oh, it really shouldn't," Alfred replied, still smiling. "But the fact remains—your son is already ten years old. Instead of worrying about how this happened, you should probably start thinking about what you're going to do about it."

Alfred patted Bruce on the shoulder before quietly stepping out, leaving Bruce alone with the boy.

Sitting across from Bruce was a young boy who appeared to be Chinese-American. Unlike Bruce, who seemed overwhelmed by the situation, the boy—Adam Wayne—was even more confused.

Adam hadn't always lived in this world. He was originally an ordinary college student, but after a car accident, he woke up in this strange reality. It took him ten years to fully grasp what kind of world he was in.

This was Gotham City—home to Batman.

And the surprises didn't end there.

He had also seen Iron Man on TV, soaring across the sky in his signature armor.

Marvel and DC? In the same universe?

Adam shivered at the implications. As the saying goes, when Marvel appears, the gods tremble three times. But in Gotham? Gods don't even dare to show up.

If it had been just one universe—either Marvel or DC—he might have found a way to survive using his knowledge as a "prophet." But a combined Marvel-DC world? That was hell within hell.

To make matters worse, his mother—the woman who had raised him for ten years—died in an accident. Before her death, she gave him a token and told him to find his biological father.

And now, standing before him was Bruce Wayne—Batman—his supposed father.

Just as Adam was processing this revelation, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Film and Television Technology System binding completed!"

Adam froze. His eyes widened in disbelief. Even with the legendary Batman sitting across from him, Adam was far more interested in the voice inside his head.

Bruce Wayne, however, noticed the sudden change in Adam's expression and grew concerned.

"Adam? Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Adam barely heard him.

"World anchoring…"

"World rules analyzing…"

"Law of Origin matched!"

The voice continued.

"Congratulations, host! The Film and Television Technology System is activated. You may extract technology from any movie or TV series you are familiar with."

"Every time you recreate a technology, you will receive a reward draw."

"Technology extraction initiated…"

"Congratulations, host! You have obtained Ultron-level artificial intelligence!"

Adam felt a surge of data pour into his mind. It was as though he had studied advanced artificial intelligence for years—everything felt natural, seamless.

Tears welled up in his eyes. After ten years of hardship, things were finally looking up. Today wasn't just good. It was perfect.

Bruce Wayne saw the swirl of emotions on Adam's face—confusion, excitement, and perhaps even tears. His guilt deepened. He had only just met his son, yet the boy already seemed so burdened.

"Adam," Bruce said hesitantly. "Don't worry. I know this is a lot to take in, but if you trust me…"

Bruce hesitated before continuing.

"I… I can give you whatever you need."

Despite his vast wealth and experience, Bruce Wayne suddenly felt completely out of his depth. However, Adam wasn't paying attention. His thoughts were completely consumed by the new knowledge in his mind.

Suddenly, he interrupted Bruce.

"I want a laboratory," Adam said firmly.

Bruce blinked.

"A… laboratory?"

He had expected Adam to ask for toys, games, or maybe a new car—something fitting for a ten-year-old.

"A lab isn't something most kids ask for," Bruce said cautiously. "Are you sure? How about some toys instead?"

"I don't want toys."

Adam's voice was steady and unyielding. Bruce Wayne, the legendary Batman, found himself helpless in the face of this determination.

"Alright," Bruce finally said, surrendering. "I'll get you a lab. But you have to promise me one thing—safety first."

Adam's eyes lit up. Bruce immediately picked up the phone.

"Alfred, prepare a laboratory."

"A laboratory, sir? What kind?"

Bruce glanced at Adam, then answered firmly.

"The best. Better than anything except what's in Wayne Enterprises itself."

Adam's excitement grew. Having a billionaire father—and not just any billionaire, but Batman—definitely had its perks.

The Wayne family was one of the wealthiest in America, controlling nearly 60% of Gotham's industries. For Adam, this was the perfect foundation to develop the technology in his mind.

After all, there's a saying:

"The rich rely on technology; the poor rely on mutations."

To Adam, this wealth was like a gift from the heavens. As he looked at Bruce Wayne—his "cheap dad," as he jokingly thought—he couldn't help but feel increasingly satisfied.

Now, with a system in his head and the resources of the Wayne family at his fingertips, Adam was ready to take on this strange and dangerous world.

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