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Maximum: Batman!
An Earth Maximus title!
Issue #1: “War on Crime, Part One: The First Night”
Written by Jay McIntyre
Art by Vanessa Munoz

(c) DC Comics

Bruce Wayne awoke on what was to be the most important day of his life.

From the moment his parents had been murdered, everything had been building up to this. Every day, every hour, every second.

Usually, maintaining the facade of a normal life was easy for him; in many ways, his entire existence as Bruce Wayne was merely a means to an end. But today that end was about to be realized, and going through the motions of his existence as one of the idle rich was going to be especially galling. His hands trembled in frustration as he entered the shower. But, as he knew all too well, needs must. And he would have to continue to do so, every day from now on.

Besides, as Alfred so often pointed out, he could do as much good with his parent’s money as he could with his Quest to become a symbol of terror for all criminals. Bruce smiled briefly as he got dressed.

Yes... Alfred, son of his parent’s butler, nearly Bruce’s own age, faithful ally and guardian of his secret. Alfred had helped in every way he could, from listening to police band radio, to using his acting talents to walk amongst the criminal element as one of their own and pick-up information.

He ate breakfast hurriedly, hardly tasting it. Eggs and something. He barely recognized it. While he had occasionally been forced to deal with a limited menu during his training--- particularly his years in the Far East--- food was now easy to come by in quality and quantity. What he would miss, every night from now on, was sleep.

“Have a good day at work, sir,” Alfred said politely.

Bruce gave an unpleasant smile. “Work’s hardly begun.”

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Description
Maximum: Batman!
An Earth Maximus title!
Issue #1: “War on Crime, Part One: The First Night”
Written by Jay McIntyre
Art by Vanessa Munoz

(c) DC Comics

Bruce Wayne awoke on what was to be the most important day of his life.

From the moment his parents had been murdered, everything had been building up to this. Every day, every hour, every second.

Usually, maintaining the facade of a normal life was easy for him; in many ways, his entire existence as Bruce Wayne was merely a means to an end. But today that end was about to be realized, and going through the motions of his existence as one of the idle rich was going to be especially galling. His hands trembled in frustration as he entered the shower. But, as he knew all too well, needs must. And he would have to continue to do so, every day from now on.

Besides, as Alfred so often pointed out, he could do as much good with his parent’s money as he could with his Quest to become a symbol of terror for all criminals. Bruce smiled briefly as he got dressed.

Yes... Alfred, son of his parent’s butler, nearly Bruce’s own age, faithful ally and guardian of his secret. Alfred had helped in every way he could, from listening to police band radio, to using his acting talents to walk amongst the criminal element as one of their own and pick-up information.

He ate breakfast hurriedly, hardly tasting it. Eggs and something. He barely recognized it. While he had occasionally been forced to deal with a limited menu during his training--- particularly his years in the Far East--- food was now easy to come by in quality and quantity. What he would miss, every night from now on, was sleep.

“Have a good day at work, sir,” Alfred said politely.

Bruce gave an unpleasant smile. “Work’s hardly begun.”

to read more go to [link]