[Western Crossover] I'm Just a Frail Doctor

Dear Hill,

When you read this letter, I regret to inform you of some bad news. Your father, Epperson Hodd, died last week after a drunk-driving accident. You need to come back to inherit his estate.

P.S. In his will, he asked that you take over his position at Wayne Enterprises. I've accepted his request. I hear you're pursuing your PhD in Germany, but I promise you'll be perfect for the job.

Your loving great-uncle,

Bruce Wayne

How could this be bad news? This was the best news ever.

After three months of working herself to the bone, Hill finally finished her thesis just before the deadline and got her diploma.

The ten-year term is over. Welcome back, Dragon King!

Gotham, which she'd been away from for so many years, still smelled so sweet. Hill, free and returning home in glory, was greeted in the city's fierce fashion the moment her plane landed.

Moved to tears, Hill pulled a gun out of her bag.

“Get lost. I'm a local.”

The truth seemed to clear up the mugger's eyes considerably.

“What kind of lunatic pretends to be from out of town to trick a local's feelings?”

After successfully joining Wayne Enterprises, Hill thought everything was finally settled. All she had to do was lie flat and live off her massive inheritance at Wayne's, when

She discovered that her father's estate also included a seat in an illegal organization.

And that organization was being made into a checklist by the city's urban legends.

“Can I still say I have nothing to do with them?”

Hill seriously considered the question.

“Too late.”

Gotham's famous urban legends really want to talk to you.

Hill thought her odds of avoiding getting beaten to a pulp were just as slim as her chances of landing her smoking-hot great-uncle, who was also her current boss.

Running away wasn't an option. She'd have to play both sides to keep things going.

And so Hill began a life of handling work during the day, attending masked meetings at night, and making occasional house calls to her great-uncle as a doctor, while dropping a few hints along the way.

When the illegal organization was finally shut down, Hill was moved to tears. At last, she could get a good night's sleep!

But her boss wouldn't let her go. Her great-uncle thought Hill had a remarkable physique and was a perfect candidate for overtime meetings.

Her cousin gave her a thumbs-up and sent her a list of Word and Excel keyboard shortcuts and instructions.

Hill, back to a life worse than a corporate drone's:

You might as well have let me rot in Germany :)

The mission to rebuild the illegal organization, overthrow Batman's tyranny of overtime, and get Batman to retire early was urgent!

“Bruce, Hodd has been away from home for three days. Aren't you going to look for her?”

“She is still in Gotham. Her data is all normal.”

“Damn it, how many tracking devices have you put on her?”

“...Does she still have no plans to come back?”

“No,”

Red Hood said gleefully.

“She is about to become the underground king of Gotham.”

“???”

Theme: Say no to overwork