Inside the industrial district of Brooklyn, Parker Industries was beginning to show signs of life. Machines hummed. Forklifts moved crates. Engineers reviewed blueprints. What had once been an empty factory floor was slowly transforming into the foundation of something much larger.
In the CEO's office, Peter Parker sat calmly behind his desk. Across from him stood his assistant, Alice, holding a stack of printed reports.
"Mr. Parker," she said professionally, "after sending out samples of your new material, our clients responded very positively. We've received fourteen confirmed orders."
Peter nodded slightly.
"How long until the specialized equipment arrives?"
"Two days at most," Alice replied.
Peter leaned back slightly.
"Good. Register the patent under the name Shape Memory Fabric. Commercially, we'll call it Memory Fiber."
Alice scribbled down notes quickly.
"Production can begin immediately with standard industrial equipment. I'll submit the patent through the university this afternoon."
Alice froze.
"University?"
She looked at him more carefully.
She had only known him for a few days. Young. Efficient. Sharp. Calm under pressure. She assumed he was in his thirties at least — a rising corporate genius.
"Mr. Parker… are you still a student?"
Peter smiled lightly — not Batman's cold stare, but Peter's slightly awkward charm.
"Yes."
Alice blinked.
"You invented this… while in school?"
"Well," Peter replied modestly, "when you regularly discuss physics with Dr. Otto and occasionally exchange ideas with Mr. Stark, things like this don't feel so extraordinary."
He deliberately mentioned two respected names: Otto Octavius and Tony Stark.
Alice's eyes widened slightly.
In her imagination, young Peter Parker was now casually discussing material science with world-class scientists and billionaires.
Respect replaced doubt.
"That's incredible, Mr. Parker."
Peter didn't elaborate further. The less detail he gave, the stronger the illusion.
But what truly concerned him was not Memory Fiber.
That was only a downgraded version of his cape technology.
His real order was something else entirely.
"When will the other materials arrive?" he asked calmly.
This time, he meant the materials for the true Batsuit.
His current cape had already been torn by Norman Osborn's blade. He had no intention of repairing it.
The new version would be different.
Bulletproof.
Heat-resistant.
Radar-absorbent.
Corrosion-proof.
Breathable.
Insulated.
Far superior to the commercial Memory Fiber.
The orders were disguised under hundreds of ordinary purchases — advanced fibers from Europe, specialty alloys from Asia, electronic components from multiple suppliers, rare chemical compounds shipped in small quantities.
Anyone intercepting the records would only conclude Parker Industries was experimenting randomly.
Alice answered,
"All deliveries should arrive within a week."
"Leave everything at the warehouse entrance," Peter said casually. "I prefer to conduct research alone."
Alice nodded. She vaguely remembered reading about how Dr. Otto insisted on working without assistants. It seemed this young CEO shared the same habit.
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Later that afternoon, Peter traveled to Lower Manhattan.
He did not walk into towering banks.
Instead, he purchased a modest car nearby, parked in a public lot, and opened a small encrypted device.
Through multiple encryption layers, he contacted a financial intermediary on Wall Street.
Trusts were established.
Shell companies registered in the British Virgin Islands, Cayman Islands, Bermuda.
Funds transferred in sixteen separate transactions.
Each layer concealed the one beneath it.
His objective was clear:
Acquire land around the abandoned City Hall subway station.
Piece by piece. Quietly.
That would become the Batcave.
Additionally, he purchased land in Westchester County — an upper-middle-class residential community filled with retired professors and professionals.
That land had a different purpose.
Aunt May.
She had accepted him even after discovering that the soul inside Peter Parker was not her nephew's. She still called him "good boy."
He would protect her.
By the time the final transaction cleared, night had fallen.
Peter abandoned the car near City Hall Station, descended into the abandoned subway tunnels, and switched to the Batmobile.
The business prodigy disappeared.
Batman returned.
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Tonight's destination: Osborn Group.
Batman entered the building silently and moved directly to the twenty-fifth floor.
Before the tragedy in the underground third basement, he had noticed unusual activity here. Scientists working late. Simulations running continuously.
Now the floor was empty.
He sat at a laboratory terminal.
All serum-related files were deleted.
He showed no frustration.
Within minutes, he wrote his own recovery program.
Data fragments began flashing across the screen.
Experiment Log:
"General Ross contacted Osborn Group. The United States requires a new generation of strategic assets. The legend of Captain America cannot remain only a legend."
"Obtained fragmented data from Dr. Erskine's formula."
"We lack knowledge of the crucial Vita-Ray component."
"Need alternative radiation source."
"Experiment failed."
The words repeated dozens of times.
Batman read at astonishing speed.
Then —
"Received intelligence: subject 'Hulk' mutated via Gamma radiation."
"Attempt to use Gamma radiation to replace Vita-Ray."
He paused.
Gamma radiation.
More entries appeared.
"One successful white mouse experiment."
"Multiple failures."
"Human testing using homeless subjects."
"Subjects exhibited body deformation."
"Severe personality splitting observed."
Fifty recorded failures.
The log ended abruptly.
Batman's eyes narrowed slightly behind the mask.
Gamma radiation.
Personality splitting.
Super Soldier Serum replication.
A name surfaced in his mind.
Bruce Banner.
Also known as Hulk.
S.H.I.E.L.D. files confirmed it — Hulk was born from Gamma radiation exposure.
Norman Osborn had attempted to replicate that effect.
But without control.
And without understanding the consequences.
Batman leaned back slightly.
Norman's madness was not purely psychological.
It was induced.
Chemically amplified.
Biologically unstable.
The "Green Goblin" persona was not random insanity.
It was a mutation combined with fractured identity — exactly as the experiment logs described.
That meant one thing.
If Norman's body was healing rapidly…
If Gamma radiation was involved…
Then the situation was not over.
It was only beginning.
Batman closed the recovered files and erased his traces.
As he stepped away from the terminal, one thought remained clear:
Gamma radiation creates monsters — but not all monsters lose control.
Some evolve.
And Norman Osborn was evolving.
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