// welcome back to cyberpunk: batman begins also known as: I beat up scavs in a world run by fucked up corporations wearing a bat suit that looking ridicoulus while robbing the robbers yes, either way enjoy cnapter
// PS: 2-3 chapters more to introduce MC more personally, stuff to make and system more detailed also going to add in some characters like the neighbours and increase dialogue, add more for the surroundings, eg like adding immersion a few starting chapters hehe, enjoy chooms.
Chapter 4 – A Normal Day.
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Somewhere in Kabuki
Time: 2:03 a.m.
***
"Oi, where's the rest of the shipment?"
"Boss said it'd be here by now."
Altair crouched above them, body pressed low against a rusted walkway. His visor dimmed, thermal view online. Below him, three dirty fucking scavs were standing around a crate full of what looked like stolen cyberware, obviously you can guess how they got em from all the blood over them.
Definitely not legal hehe...
Well. That's a fucking crime.
He flipped a dart between his fingers. Custom-made. Tipped with some cocktail he cooked up last week in Viktor's basement. Paralytic stuff. Real nasty.
[CRIME DETECTED]
Status: In Progress
Objective: Stop the deal.
System message: Prep time...
Altair sighed through his nose.
"Alright, time to ruin some careers."
He slipped the mask on. Matte black, smooth ceramic, no clown face this time. Just shadow. Quiet. Clean.
Step one:
Altair dropped.
Fast.
Boots slammed into the first guy's head like gravity owed him money.
CRACK—
The guy collapsed like a broken folding chair.
Altair spun mid-fall, tossed the dart before he landed—
It thunked into the second scavs neck.
"AGH—WHAT THE F—"
He was down two seconds later, convulsing on the floor like the dog all scavs were.
Altair drew his sword.
It resembled some katana-shaped noodle knife. But not entirely was more sharp. Handmade by yours truly. It was Balanced. Slim and black short blade for close work. Like a scalpel for cutting throats.
Which it was.
The third guy was already turning around—
Too slow.
Altair lunged. Knee first into his lower body.
BAM!
Straight to the balls.
He doubled over—sword went in. Right through the throat.
One clean motion.
Blood sprayed against the wall in a messy arc.
Altair held the guy until he stopped twitching, then lowered him gently.
"No fuckups." He muttered. "No fuckups...."
He wiped the blade clean on the guy's jacket.
The HUD pinged.
[+1,100 Cool XP]
[+900 Reaction XP]
[+1,000 Body XP]
[Enemies Neutralized – 3]
[TASK COMPLETE – CRIME #10 STOPPED]
[System Daily Task Complete: Stop 10 crimes]
Reward:
+1 Attribute Point
+1 Perk Point
Bonus:
+3000 XP
+Street Rep: +1
+System Trust: +1
Altair stood still for a moment, just breathing.
He took a second to loot them. Grabbed two pistols, one modded SMG, and a fucked-up Sandy module that probably still had blood in the wires. Bagged it all.
Weapons sold for quick cash. Chrome could be gutted for parts, and the sandy well it might fetch something.
Batman needed his funding.
After all, being super rich is a superpower.
He disappeared into the shadows before anyone else arrived.
Just like that.
Later That Morning – Viktor's Clinic
Altair sat cross-legged on the floor in the corner, shirt half off, wrapping gauze around a scratch he got during last night's robbery hustle. Viktor was fiddling with a pair of old boxing gloves he'd modded with weighted knuckle plates.
"You're still alive. kid," Viktor muttered.
"Hey, I didn't even get shot this time," Altair said. "and I planned the whole thing.."
Viktor snorted and tossed one of the gloves at him.
"Catch."
Altair caught it midair. "What the hell is this?"
"Something to hit stuff with. You wanted to learn boxing, right? Well, now you will."
"…This is gonna hurt, isn't it?"
"Oh, you're gonna hate it."
Altair groaned.
[MUAY THAI: 10% → 12%]
[BOXING: New Martial Art Learned – Common]
[Mastery Sync: 1%]
[Stamina Drain: Moderate]
[Focus Required: High]
They trained for the next two hours. Viktor wasn't gentle. He smacked him in the ribs more times than Altair could count. Showed him how to pivot. How to protect his chin. How to hit like thomas the fucking train instead of slapping like a wet dried fish.
"You fight like a guy who's used to dodging and running. That's fine," Viktor said, wiping his brow. "But if you ever wanna actually survive a straight fight, you gotta learn to take a hit too."
"Yeah well, I'd rather not," Altair muttered.
"Tough shit."
**
Two Weeks Later
***
Altair stood behind the front desk in Viktor's clinic, tapping a tablet with a screwdriver. A woman in her early 30s was sitting on the exam bench, adjusting the socket of her prosthetic leg.
"You been workin' here long?" she asked.
Altair shrugged. "Few weeks. Just helping out."
She chuckled. "Vic doesn't usually take apprentices. You must've impressed him."
Altair just smiled.
"Eh. I sweep floors good."
Viktor snorted in the background.
'He learns fast.'
The woman laughed, then stood up. "Well, thank you for the tune-up."
"Will do," Altair said.
She dropped a shard onto the table.
[3,000 Eddies Received]
Then left.
Altair watched the door close.
Yeah. Things were finally settling.
During the day, he worked in the clinic. Learned more about cyberware and some medical skills, boxing and getting beaten up than any martial arts school could've taught him. Viktor even let him sit in on procedures now.
At night? He suited up, system grinding = exp = big stats.
Found scumbags.
Stole their shit. (it is by right to do so, rather than let if fall to bad guys.)
Sometimes he sold the chrome. Other times, he stashed it for parts. Used the cash to keep paying Viktor. The system had also started giving him Daily Tasks—random crimes to stop or side missions to complete. The more he did, the better the rewards.
Not always flashy stuff. Sometimes it was just:
[Stop two muggings.]
[Save some corpo dumbass from getting flatlined.]
[Hack a stolen van and drive it into a ditch.]
[Save that one civilian in front of u who's about to die, dumbass.]
But hey—XP was XP.
Somehow tho, the system seemed to be getting...
Smarter? Nah, it was getting more depraved.
I mean what the fuck does [Rizz up the boss lady of a scav den and eliminate them all]
Is it training him to be a some fcking flick?
And what's with wording, honestly.
Either way, he was leveling up.
I was getting smarter.
Faster.
Meaner?
Damn, I mean scarier I think?
Every punch landed harder. Every blade cut cleaner. Every time he cleared a room, it took less and less effort.
This wasn't just some dumb cosplay anymore.
He was building something. Piece by piece.
And he was angry.
Maybe when he played he didnt think that deep
But seeing people just living a life for the sake of just living as consumables by the companies kinda makes it hard to ignore.
Maybe he's to emphatic with people even if they're not good people.
Either way.
Batman wasn't becoming something he did on the whims of the system now.
Not just a suit.
Not just some gadgets.
Maybe Johnny was right.
The only way to free this city is by burning it from the ground up.
Room 0913 – Megabuilding H10
Altair sat cross-legged on his mattress, katana beside him, blood still fresh on the blade. His HUD blinked softly.
[Daily Task Complete – 4 Crimes Stopped]
+1,600 XP
+1 Attribute Point
+1 Perk Point
+Blueprint Package Added to Inventory
[STATUS]
Name: Altair Salvatore
Level: 10
XP: 9000 / 12800
Attribute Points: 5
Perk Points: 4
BODY: 6
REACTION: 8
TECHNICAL: 3 → 6
INTELLIGENCE: 6 → 8
COOL: 10
Altair smirked. Then tapped the screen.
"Time to start building some real shit."
He laid back, one arm draped over his face, muttering half-conscious:
"…They say if you give Batman prep time, he can beat anyone."
He chuckled.
"Well guess what... I'm giving myself all the prep time in the world."
Then paused.
"…After I eat. I'm starving."
"..."
"TH-- the fuck is this XXL burrito made of, ants?!"
Chapter end.
// Batman.exe slowly booting… please stand by.
// gimme some damn vote stones or I'll uninstall your knees
// PS: KInda wrote a small chapter again... today but im starting out a bit slow first few chapters in, want to build character a bit, next chapter hopefully i can make interactions a bit more smoother and ease and add in the relationships with him and the surroundings, so some minor npcs and etc.
Update: IM not uploading chapters this week, might write some, and then release em might be 2 or not, cuz imma go game some cyberpunk gotta smash adam smasher haha! DIE DIE this revenge for rebecca san!"!!