[Western Crossover] How a Con Artist Became Gotham's Richest

I'm Gotham's richest man.

Not yet, but I definitely will be!

The accursed Waynes stole my rightful place at the top.

At night, I rack my brain thinking up ways to crush them.

By day, I keep a close eye on everything their family does.

Bruce is an orphan now. Poor thing, hehehe!

Bruce left Gotham. Bye-bye, hehehe!

Bruce is a pretty little airhead. Love you, hehehe!

Bruce is making his company bigger and stronger... Huh? No hehehe.

So I immediately knuckle down and study hard, while secretly copying the top student's answers.

The whole page of answers just says "Batman."

Wait, I'm fighting Batman? For real?!

I watch Bruce keep adopting sons.

The first Robin drops from the sky and smashes the venue I spent a fortune building.

The second Robin beats my employees until their bones are broken and dumps them in the hospital to recover.

The fourth Robin blows up my newly built factory while chopping people up with a sword.

Tonight, his third son showed up at the party with an invitation.

Me: crushes glass.jpg

Damn you, Bruce! I'm reporting you for employing child labor!!!

Go be the Dark Knight all you want. Can't you let me sit in the richest man's seat for a while?!

Also known as:

#Your Nemesis Is Your Lover, Uh, I Mean, Your Lover Is Your Nemesis#

#What's Wrong with Sleeping with Your Nemesis's Son? It's Just Business Warfare#

[Reader's Notes]

Third-person narration.

An OOC fic featuring the whole Bat-family.

Theme: The series where I cook what I want to eat