Hello Mr. Wayne,
We would like to inform you that a recently launched project is now in its final stages. The Ambrosia project has seen great success in very little time and your approval for final testing is all that is left before production begins. We request that you witness the project in person so that my colleagues and I may deliver our presentation on the project's potential.
To briefly summarize the details, it is a collaborative project based on research from the thanatology department. Ambrosia is a nuclear fire that, when digested or applied to skin, reverses the natural effects of aging. We are certain that this project could be incredibly lucrative and excitement awaits arrival.
Dr. V. Ritco
"Are you alright?", Alfred asked.
Bruce noticed that his own jaw was dropped. This was incredible, huge. Real immortality was in humanity's grasp! What did this mean?
"Just fine. It's nothing, Alfred.", he replied. It was definitely something. He scanned the emailed again. That look of focus and determination was present.
Alfred sighed and left the dining room. Bruce finished his eggs, took another sip of orange juice, and began striding towards the study.
Once there, he flipped on the light switch. It was a large oval shaped room divided in two parts, lengthwise. The left side was devoted to a small library of books, classics, contemporary literature, discussions on contemporary art and art history. There was modern sculpture piece of Apollo placed near the centre of the left side. Also, there was a collection of records and record player along the wall, which featured some paintings. One of these paintings was simply a gothic bell tower, but it had puzzling features in it. Black, dark creatures could be seen hiding themselves in the crevices and edges of the structure, like gargoyles. The right side of the room was different. It was fitted with blackboards and desks. There were some maps on the wall and a globe. There were two desktop computers and a bust of Shakespeare. It was a very spacious room and its ceiling was arched, reaching almost thirty feet. In the middle, there was a circular arrangement of couches.
Beside the entrance, on the left, there were two glass display cases, eight feet in height. Displayed inside were some tribal masks he had collected while he was in Africa. He put his hand to the glass and mechanical purr sounded as a scanner, through the eye of one of the collectibles, swept over his hand with a sky blue light. The case on the right lifted slightly and gracefully moved away, revealing an elevator, and all of this making only a little more sound than the softness of the scanner. Bruce descended to the basement and then, further down, to the Batcave. He walked straight to the computer and began pulling up security details concerning Wayne Industries. The information displayed itself on the giant screen. Apparently, there had been some break ins recently, research and technology stolen. This was not good. The company's building featured state of the art security technology, but that didn't appear to stop those who needed in, who must be incredibly skilled and motivated.
Bruce decided that he would need to do something. The significance of this project was too great for it to be stolen overnight. Of course, this concern was not financial, as most of the profit will go to the investors anyhow. Bruce's role was endorsement. His concern was the power of the technology. What effect would it have in the hands of a criminal? He wasn't planning on finding out.
The next day, he went to see the presentation he was promised and was not disappointed. Humming machines and blue, glowing tubes were manned by industrious specialists. Dr. Ritco approached him, "Do you have any questions or concerns?"
"No, this looks perfect. You seem to have things running just fine and, from what I understand about the project, you have a golden product. Fantastic work.", he answered. While there, he planted hidden cameras so that he could detect a break in himself. It was clear that if a theft were to occur again, this would be the time. This research would be legendary once capitalized on. Many factions would love to have this technology.