There was no denying that Wayne Enterprises always drew the most attention in Gotham City. Nearly a week after the incident, the major newspapers were still running follow-up reports on Harold's embezzlement case on their front pages.
Bruce kept his promise, restoring funding to three orphanages and restarting most of the social welfare programs. Normally one to shun the spotlight, he even appeared at several press conferences, delivering speeches in a slightly stiff but deeply compelling tone.
This dramatically improved Wayne Enterprises' public image. Just a few months ago, protesters had paraded through the streets carrying "Fuck Bruce Wayne" banners. Now, more of them were directing their anger at collusion between the police and the gangs.
But Bruce still felt it wasn't enough.
No protest marches at all-that was the outcome he wanted to see.
Still, what could he say? Sometimes the demands of those at the bottom weren't entirely reasonable either. Some carried signs calling for drug use to be legalized, others proposed reinstating slavery, and a few even insisted that money obtained through robbery was perfectly legitimate, accusing the police of depriving them of the fruits of their labor.
Getting those people to settle down would probably require sending them to Arkham one by one for a round of 180-volt electrotherapy.
Sitting on the toilet, William turned past the newspaper's front page.
The news on the next page was just as explosive.
The mayor had died of poisoning last night after an unidentified assailant stabbed him with a needle at a gym.
Something that big had actually been pushed to page two by follow-up coverage of Wayne Enterprises. How pitiful.
William rolled his eyes and made the sign of the cross over his chest.
Of course, he simply thought it was rather pathetic that the man hadn't received