Turns out both realities are pretty even on how terrible the laws are on upstart entrepreneurs. Factor in that what I'm selling steps on the toes of the already firmly established medical and military communities means I'll be fighting a uphill battle.

My slowly growing headache gets put on hold as I answer a call. That same smug voice from before seems to be on the line.

"It's nice to see you're in one piece after you're second encounter with the bat. If this trend continues I might have some high paying jobs for you."

Just the way he talks screams of a high up exec that greases his gears with blood. The simple fact he still hasn't said his name says a lot about the bastard.

" Right... you'll have to wait for a few months before the Edgerunner mercenary company will be available to take on any contracts. What with the ongoing legal problems. Then I'll be using my newly acquired capital to start up a small business of my own. Between the two, I've got my hands full for the foreseeable future."

He takes a loud drink before humming for a few seconds in thought. Yep, he's a grade A asshole that'll use me up and spit out my useless corpse. The only way it'd feel more like home was if he were threatening to do some advanced recruiting techniques or to shorten the deadline for my debt payments.

"It's always good to hear about other outstanding individuals making a name for themselves. If your looking for some start up money or just a helping hand with the delicate ways of business just call this number. Lexcorp is always looking for new talent. I wish you luck miss Furutani."

At least the bastard finally gave his name. Even if it wasn't just a simple introduction. Lex fucking Luther has his eyes on me now. He'll probably end up being even more annoying than the Bat family. If he really wanted he could destroy both my business and my life in too many ways to count.

Me being one hundred percent human will hopefully have him not develop a hate boner for me. No, No! I'm not having that image stuck in my head!

Think, I have to think about something more pressing. For now I'll try to focus on the redesigns of the Arasaka weapons. A lot of the bells and whistles are mostly useless for the people of this world.

Any form of anti-theft technology won't be able to protect my designs from the many different super mad scientists. It'll be best to focus on making cheap, easily made, and reliable weapons. From there, I can branch off to consumer products.

The amount of slightly out of date blueprints from other companies like Biotechnica and Militech will be a gold mine. Funny enough, none of them are copyright in this dimension.

The only reason why the companies back home didn't openly sell each others products was because of the threat of all the other companies openly killing off anyone that didn't follow their copyright.

Only their most up to date designs are fiercely guarded. Mainly because of other companies trying to reverse engineer and surpass their competitors.

Between the amount of blueprints and my own intelligence I'll be able to rise into the top one precent within two years time. At the latest it might take five years with a decent amount of setbacks that might plague me.

The fact that I have a little under seventy billion dollars and I'm still not within the top one percent is slightly aggravating. Top on that the bounties count toward taxable income makes me even more pissed off.

I'll need to hire a reliable accountant. That'll be just as fun as finding a trusted therapist. I'll need one here soon because of all the cyberware I'm about to chip in.

From the now open window comes wet slapping and creaking noises that makes my skin crawl. From the dark comes something that sends a deep seeded terror into my body.

Some of the things my other half have seen are just disgusting. The fact that nearly all of them came from his version of Japan makes my hate for his world grow. That's another way my world is far better than his. Japan must stay kawaii and not so disgusting.

From the window comes a green skinned bombshell of a woman. Her heels click loudly as she struts up to me.

" Hmm, should I give you the good news and reward you?" She buts a hand on my shoulder before wrapping around my back. " Or maybe I should gift wrap you for my friend."

Think, now's not the time for your perverted fantasies! Back straight, I need to show nothing to save face!

" Why hello there miss... Ivy-sama? While it's always nice to meet new acquaintances and form bonds with new people, I have to ask, what might bring your esteemed self to me?"

I can feel her breath grow closer to my ear before she pulls away. From the sound of it she's walking over to the wine.

" You've done something that I've wanted to do for so long. The amount of pain that clown put my one friend through is unforgivable."

She downs the first glass of wine like a shot. The next one she swirls around before looking back into my eyes.

" For now, I'll just thank you and leave you with a warning. It took dropping Harley in fake acid to get her to realize the Joker didn't love her. Even then she was obsessed with him in a passive aggressive way. There's no telling how she's going to react to his death. You've got until tomorrow morning to run from her."

I'm almost tempted to stop her. The amount of development I could get in bio engineering would be staggering. My frayed nerves stops that idea dead.

This whole ordeal is a mixed bag. In the end I believe the rewards will far outweigh the risk. The largest net negative is getting put in the spotlight without being setup at all. Hopefully I can keep my head down for long enough to chrome the fuck up.

Grr... I still need more time to properly get my speech back in order. Sounding like a unclothed chrome dome will make any chance of saving face null.

Now what are the chances that I can get a good night's sleep without being interrupted? I'm not liking my chances.

Three Months Later

Ugh, I don't know what's worse, constantly watching my back from so called friends and coworkers, or hearing the better than thou half wits in this league system.

Most of my time was spent ironing out my story with my attorney. If I couldn't work through my large pile of blueprints using my agent, I'd have gone insane.

One of the only things to take away is the fact that my situational awareness is far too lacking. How did I miss those people in the comically large cages? In my defense, I didn't look up and they were gagged.

It's almost funny how things turned out. If the bat family didn't save the civilians then things would've ended up very different.

Thanks to that mixed bag, I finally have enough capital to purchase my first building. I'm almost tempted to buy a building near the Hall of Justice. It's too bad that the buildings in DC sell for a premium.

A few places get rejected out of hand. Like anywhere near Gotham or Metropolis. In the end I chose a rather cheap abandoned factory. At one point five years ago it this place made electronics.

It seems though that with the ever rise of both the Wayne and Lex corporations it couldn't keep up. What does interest me is what it use too be before the factory.

This building started off as a textile shop. During the prohibition they got shutdown for illegally brewing in a secret basement. Whoever started up the factory seems to have just sealed off the basement and told the city it was a solid foundation to save a quick eddie.

It'll make for a good secret lair for myself. Now I just need for these guys to finish up cleaning the top two floors.

" Hey, how many times do I have to tell you, use only isopropyl alcohol on the electronics!"

The group of hired teens just grumble some before continuing their cleaning. Wait, one of them seems to have something to say.

" This'll be a lot quicker if you'd just help out! Besides that, if you keep bitching like that then I'm out. Screw the money!"

Hmm, I'll make sure to not hire this gonk. Hopefully this'll be the only time I need to hire people from this... limited pool of workers.

The gonk goes back to cleaning up when he sees I gave him barely a glance. Not only is he a hot head, but also a subpar looking gonk that doesn't have a single kawaii bone in his body. People like him are barely worth the time of day.

It's a boring few hours of redesigning weapon blueprints before the group gets done cleaning up. With them paid, I can finally begin the hard part of making the secret base.

I being chipping away at the floors concrete with a borrowed sledgehammer and wedge. Heavy metal rages out to cover up the sound. Now is the time that I regret training my body just enough to stay in shape but remain kawaii. Having above a five in body would've been helpful right about now.

This is going to be a long day. Thankfully I had the foresight to bring plenty of water with me. I'll try and get this done before nightfall. It'll be bad if I get found out because of a noise complaint.

Oh, I'm so glad I made the second floor office into a temporary home. My new queen size bed is calling to me.