Thankfully America only has two hundred years of history. If it were China, Miss Gwen would have been spitting blood.
American history was easy. Just flip to World War II and see who Captain America is.
No Captain America? Oh yeah! Awesome!
No Captain America means this isn't the Marvel universe. No Marvel universe means no Spider-Verse. No Spider-Verse means no need to worry about the Morlun family hunting across dimensions.
Most importantly, this world has no superheroes. No superheroes means no supervillains. Miss Gwen doesn't have to worry about her own safety. Perfect!
The young master decided to look for clues first. Gwen wasn't sure if he really wanted clues or if he just wanted to go treasure hunting. Given his age, she figured the latter was more likely. While the old butler was out making tea, she closed the history book, walked over, and whispered, "Alfred, do you really think it's a good idea to let Bruce search for the truth right now?"
"No, of course not." The old butler lowered his voice too. "It's too dangerous. He's still a child…"
You do realize he's still a child?
Gwen picked up her teacup and took a sip. Standard English black tea—good leaves, good temperature. Too bad there were no macarons or little cakes. Real English afternoon tea should at least come with a three-tiered pastry stand to match the Wayne family's taste. Of course it wasn't afternoon yet, and she couldn't expect the old butler to treat her like the actual mistress.
"Then I don't think you should let him keep rummaging through his father's study papers and documents. What if he actually finds something?"
Don't give me that "he's just a teenager, what clues could he find" bullshit. It all depends on the writer's mood.
She watched the old butler rush into the study and coax the young master out with both threats and promises. The boy was holding a book bigger than his head and muttering, "I have to know… there must be something in here…"
Is that a dictionary or the Encyclopædia Britannica? What exactly do you want to know?
"Ahem~"
Gwen deliberately coughed to get his attention. The young master's face reddened and he quickly put the book down, walking obediently over to her.
"Mr. Wayne…"
"Please call me Bruce!"
"I'll call you Bruce in private, but right now it's tutoring time. You should address me as Miss Gwen or Ms. Stacy."
"So your full name is Gwen Gwen?"
"Are you cursing me in Chinese?"
"What's Chinese?"
"Never mind, it's not important." Gwen spread her hands. "Mr. Wayne, you want to know the truth behind your parents' murder, and I can teach you the methods to find it. That's the agreement we just made, right?"
The young master nodded vigorously. "Yes!"
"Then let me tell you: first you need to arm yourself—both body and mind. Actually, there's something I'm a bit embarrassed to say—right now you're like a quail: stupid and weak. Do you know what a quail is?"
The young master shook his head blankly.
To be honest, besides being handsome and rich, this kid really didn't have many strengths.
"Fine, I'll change the metaphor. You're like a trash chicken. Do you know what a trash chicken is? You've eaten Thanksgiving turkey before, right? Some turkeys are too skinny and have no meat, so they don't even qualify to be served on the table. We usually call those pathetic birds that get laughed at by their peers 'trash chickens.'"
The young master's face turned bright red—not from shyness, but from anger. No man could stand that kind of humiliation.
Gwen reached over to the fireplace, picked up a fire poker, and right in front of him bent the thumb-thick iron rod into a ninety-degree angle and then straightened it again.
The young master's expression went from surprise to pure terror.
"See? If I were the real mastermind behind the scenes, even if I stood right in front of you like this, you couldn't do anything. You couldn't even run away or kill yourself, because you're just a trash chicken, a quail!"
The old butler muttered beside them, "With all due respect, Miss Gwen, that is definitely not normal human strength."
Gwen turned and stared at the old butler. "Mr. Alfred, did you like arguing with your teachers back in middle school?"
The old butler immediately surrendered. "Sorry."
"Then continuing—" Gwen turned back to the sunny, handsome little quail. "Mr. Wayne, next I will teach you some basic knowledge. It might be a little difficult for a child your age, but I think you should be better than your peers. If you can't prove yourself, then from now on I'll have to call you Mr. Quail."
Bruce Quail's face quickly lost all color.
It was obvious that deep down he didn't want to study at all. He just wanted to chat with the pretty big sister, maybe get some hugs, kisses, and waist-holding… but in the end he still nodded firmly.
"Okay, Gwen."
"It's Miss Gwen."
"I will prove myself to you, Gwen."
This horny kid was beyond saving…
But that's just how men are.
That's just how women are too. Otherwise why wouldn't I go give Miles after-school tutoring?
People—or rather, carbon-based lifeforms—are just like that.
"Alright, back to business. Let's start by catching up on math."
The quail young master looked shocked, as if he had heard something unbelievable. "Math needs catching up?"
"Fine, let me ask you a question. How much inheritance did you receive?"
The young master thought seriously for two seconds. "I don't know. Anyway, I'll never spend it all…"
Ah, this damn rich bastard.
Gwen turned to the old butler. "Your young master needs to learn math properly first, then accounting, then he can understand his balance sheet."
The old butler agreed strongly. "Yes, yes, yes!"
The young master said seriously, "Miss Gwen, my math grades at school are very good. I don't need extra lessons. I want to learn something more…"
"You also need to master several foreign languages."
Gwen counted on her fingers. "French, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Spanish… If you can't handle these, even if you get the license you won't be able to open overseas markets."
The old butler: "Yes, yes, yes!"
The young master looked confused. "What's a license?"
"Plus biology, physics, chemistry, history, geography, politics…"
The old butler: "Yes, yes, yes!"
The young master's eyes started to glaze over.
"Ah—of course these are all the absolute basics. They should be effortless for you. I know what you really want to learn. You want power!"
The young master nodded frantically. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"You want to become as strong as me. You think that as long as you have my kind of power, you can get revenge, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Yes your ass!" Gwen flicked his forehead hard. "When I think you're ready, I'll design a little test for you. Only after you pass the test can you learn real power!"