UK:GSW Chapter 344 – Sasuke: From Today On, I'll Be Batman
"Mm!?"
Sasuke's eyes snapped open, his body shooting upright with sharp vigilance and confusion.
Then, he realized he was lying on a very soft mattress, covered with a blanket made of some unknown material.
The room itself was a massive, completely unfamiliar chamber, filled with many intricate and clearly historic decorations—grand, opulent, and heavy with luxury.
Through the huge, spotless windows, he could see an overcast sky thick with dark clouds. In the distance stood towering skyscrapers, but there were no nearby buildings—only an immense garden, proving that this room was located within a massive estate, and that this was clearly inside a huge, luxurious Western-style mansion.
"Hm? Estate? Mansion? Skyscrapers? Why… do I even know these things?"
Muttering to himself, Sasuke suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his head. Memories poured in—memories that made him abruptly realize many things.
"That's right. My name is Uchiha Sasuke. My English name is Bruce Wayne Uchiha, passed down from the ancient Uchiha clan. My ancestors came to America after forcing open the gates of the Shogunate with black ships, and they settled in Gotham, which was then a newly established city. Over time, the Uchiha name grew from an ordinary surname in the island nation into one of Gotham's most prestigious families."
"However, as the times changed, Gotham—while growing ever more prosperous—also rapidly bred corruption. Twenty years ago, it had already become the City of Crime. My father, Uchiha Fugaku, the previous head of the Uchiha family, sought to change Gotham's miserable state. He did many things—his own way—to reform the city. And he was successful. While he was still alive, Gotham improved continuously, crime rates steadily falling, everything seemingly headed for a brighter future."
"But… this city of sin allows no goodness to exist. That night, in that alley… I lost my parents. From then on, I became an orphan—the last surviving blood of the Uchiha family…"
"Ah… it's been more than ten years… and I'm thinking about that time again…"
"So, was I dreaming about my previous life?"
"The Shinobi World… Earth… the Hidden Leaf… Gotham…"
"As I thought, no matter the world, no matter the place—it's all the same…"
Murmuring, Sasuke stepped down from the bed and sat on the luxurious chair beside it.
His body was shrouded in shadow, blending with the already cloud-covered Gotham sky, his entire figure concealed in darkness.
His expressionless face hidden in shadow exuded a suffocating sense of pressure, and his eyes were as sharp as the most fearsome predator in the night.
If outsiders could see him like this, they would be utterly shocked—because he was Bruce Wayne Uchiha, the current head of the Uchiha family, master of the Uchiha Corporation, a famous Gotham playboy. He was the kind of man who graced the covers of gossip magazines, dressed flamboyantly, smiling with a roguish air, accompanied by beautiful women—an image that screamed unreliable libertine.
Compared to Sasuke's current demeanor, no one would believe they were the same person.
Right now, just his presence alone was dangerously intense, as if he could rip someone apart at any moment.
And indeed, this was only natural—because this was the real Bruce Wayne Uchiha, the real Uchiha Sasuke.
Ten years ago, on that night, the once pure and innocent Uchiha Sasuke had died in that alley, alongside his parents—killed by Gotham's corruption.
Now, the playboy persona was nothing more than a deliberate disguise, a fixed label to make the world think of him as nothing more than a spoiled rich man.
Only that way could no one ever link him to the dark figure who appeared only at night to strike Gotham's criminals with brutal force.
Yes—Batman. That was Sasuke's other identity. The masked one—but the truest version of himself.
Since debuting as Batman three years ago, Sasuke had experienced much, using his terrifying presence to fight violence with violence, driving Gotham's crime rate down sharply. Many criminals had been captured; many corrupt officials had been dealt with.
It seemed Gotham was thriving, moving in a better direction.
But Sasuke knew this was only temporary. If Batman stopped appearing—or even slacked off just a little—this city that allowed no kindness would bare its fangs once more, letting crime engulf it again.
So, even though he was injured in last night's operation, Sasuke had to continue his mission tonight.
Because… that is Batman.
At that moment, the bedroom door was knocked on—clear and rhythmic. Then, a deep, magnetic voice of an older man spoke:
"Sir, dinner has been prepared for you."
Hearing this, Sasuke turned toward the door and said in a low voice, "Mm, I know. Thank you, Alfred."
When he opened the door, he saw a handsome man in his sixties, dressed in a black tailcoat. Though balding, his hair was meticulously combed, exuding a traditional English butler's style.
Indeed, Alfred Pennyworth was from England, professionally trained there. He had already served as the Uchiha family's butler during Fugaku's time.
When Sasuke's parents were murdered, Alfred took on the role of Sasuke's guardian, protecting and supporting him as he grew up. After Sasuke became Batman, Alfred diligently maintained the household and provided logistical support.
He was Sasuke's family in every way that mattered—without blood ties but bound by loyalty and care. To Alfred, Sasuke was like his own son—his master, but also the person he had sworn to protect.
For that reason, Alfred had always opposed Sasuke being Batman—too dangerous, too likely to get him killed. But since Sasuke was determined, he could only choose to silently support him.
Now, Alfred saw the slight paleness in Sasuke's face, a trace of pain in his own expression as he said softly, "Perhaps you shouldn't go out tonight, sir? You're not in the best condition…"
Sasuke paused for a moment, then continued forward. "Uchiha Sasuke can rest. But Batman cannot. This city leaves no time—or luxury—for Batman to rest."
Hearing this, Alfred sighed. He had known Sasuke's choice from the beginning. Since it was his master's will, he simply replied respectfully, "Yes, Master Wayne."
That was Alfred's special form of address—not "Master Bruce," not "Master Uchiha," but "Master Wayne," reserved only for the closest bond.
Sasuke knew Alfred wasn't happy. He understood his persistence would cause his loyal butler grief. But this was his choice—his mission.
So, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Alfred. I can't rest yet. But when Gotham truly becomes a better place, I'll take off the Batman suit and enjoy retirement as Bruce Wayne Uchiha."
Alfred was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Very well, sir. I'll patiently wait for that day—and until then, I'll remain by your side. And when you retire, I'll enjoy retirement with you."
After that, Sasuke, served by Alfred, dined alone at the long, luxurious table. The meal was high in calories—perfect for Sasuke, who needed to replenish energy for Batman's high-intensity nightly activity.
When dinner was done, Alfred accompanied him to a hidden elevator in the mansion that led to the underground—directly into the Batcave, filled with precision instruments and advanced weaponry.
The Batcave, Batman's secret base, housed much technology unavailable to the outside world—equipment and tools Sasuke had built using the Uchiha Corporation's technological resources.
Before long, Sasuke stood before the armor station. With Alfred's help, he donned the black high-tech batsuit. The chest bore the clear bat emblem, and when the huge black cape spread, it was like the wings of a giant bat in the night.
When the black cowl—with pointed ears and advanced tech built inside—was in place, Gotham's dark knight, the nightmare of criminals, the embodiment of fear—Batman—had returned.
He approached the sleek, mechanical Batmobile. With two taps on the onboard high-tech panel, the canopy opened.
Batman leapt in lightly, the canopy sealing shut behind him. The engine roared to life with a low, thunderous growl. The exit tunnel to the outside opened, and the Batmobile surged forward, beginning another night of hunting.
Gotham's skyscrapers and busy streets thinned quickly as night fell. Ordinary citizens knew better than to wander the city after dark. Those who didn't make it home in time risked being robbed—of both money and dignity. And in Gotham, even men weren't safe from such assaults.
Even with Batman around, crime couldn't be completely eradicated. To most citizens, Gotham at night was like a deadly urban legend—one could only hope the "safe NPC" called Batman would appear.
Tonight was no different. Thick clouds covered the sky, thunder rumbled, rain began to fall. Gotham had always been like this—a city shrouded in gloom for much of the year, often raining, never quite finding the light.
Lightning flashed, and high atop Gotham's tallest building, a black shadow appeared.
Batman.
After hiding the Batmobile in a secure location, he took up position on the roof, surveying the city from above. From here, he could respond instantly to any crime.
Sure enough, the Uchiha Corporation's crime-monitoring network sent an alert—two kilometers away, a robbery was in progress.
Through the high-tech systems in his cowl, Batman saw the scene and the marked location on his HUD. He moved without hesitation.
Leaping from the skyscraper, rain pouring down, thunder cracking, Batman spread his cape—gliding through the night like a giant bat, weaving between buildings at over 200 kilometers per hour.
His speed came not only from his physical prowess but also from the advanced tech in his gliding cape, reducing drag and enhancing lift.
In moments, he reached the alley. A woman, too late to get home, was cornered by four criminals. She dared not resist—resistance in Gotham could get you shot.
Sasuke knew this better than anyone—after all, his own parents had died in an alley just like this.
Batman descended without a word. And like in Batman: Arkham Knight, violence became art—bones snapped, criminals screamed. Even the least injured had four broken ribs, plus a shattered hand and leg—unable to move.
Batman's rule was simple: he didn't kill—but the severity of the criminals' injuries was never his concern.
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