Bruce sat in the back of the car as Pennyworth drove away from the Winchester house. His phone buzzed. His father.
"How did it go?" Thomas asked.
"John refused the meeting," Bruce said. "Dean called him. He made it clear the family doesn't want contact."
Silence on the other end.
"I see," Thomas said finally. "Then we respect his decision. Come home."
"Yes, sir."
Bruce hung up. He stared out the window at the Kansas landscape passing by.
He knew things. Things he shouldn't know. Henry Winchester would survive and appear decades in the future. Larry Ganem—a Man of Letters—would be alive somewhere in Kansas, living under a fake name. The bunker existed. The books existed.
But he couldn't explain how he knew any of this.
If Pennyworth told his father about strange questions or suspicious behavior, everything would unravel.
..
"Pennyworth, I need you to wait at the airport," Bruce said as they drove. "There's a package arriving from Gotham. I need you to receive it personally."
Pennyworth glanced at him in the mirror. "Very well, sir. When should I return?"
"Tonight. I'll arrange a car."
"Where are you going?"
"Business," Bruce said. "Family matters. Nothing urgent."
Pennyworth didn't ask again.
Twenty minutes later, Bruce stood at Lawrence Cemetery with a shovel. The grave was old. Military uniform still visible in the casket. Captain Thomas J. Carey III. World War I soldier.
Bruce dug carefully. He didn't disturb the body. He just needed to confirm—the name, the dates, everything matched.
This was the cover. The dead soldier. The perfect identity for a Man of Letters to hide behind.
Bruce replaced the dirt and left the cemetery at dusk.
Bruce used his hacker contact to find the address. Thomas J. Carey's house was a small residential property on the edge of Lawrence. Quiet. Not suspicious. Perfect for hiding.
He knocked.
The door opened. An older man stood there, blind. His wife behind him, nervous.
"Can I help you?" the man asked.
"My name is Bruce Wayne. I'm the grandson of Patrick Winchester," Bruce said.
The blind man's entire body tensed. His wife grabbed his arm.
"It's okay," Bruce continued. "I know about the Men of Letters. I know about you, Larry."
Larry's face went pale, then something shifted. Relief. Recognition.
"Patrick's grandson," he whispered. "Come inside. Quickly."
The door closed behind Bruce.
They sat in the living room. Larry's wife brought tea. Her hands were shaking.
"How much do you know?" Larry asked.
"Enough to find you. Not enough to understand everything," Bruce lied and said. "My father only recently recovered his memories. He doesn't know the full extent of what the organization was."
Larry nodded slowly. "The Men of Letters. We were formed nearly a thousand years ago in Europe. Enlightened individuals. Scholars. We wanted to understand the supernatural through science and arcane arts. Alchemy. Research. Documentation."
"And the bunker?" Bruce asked.
"Your grandfather Patrick was killed and Henry Winchester— should be back but he didn't..Patrick son... he lost his memory, didn't he?"
"Yes."
"The organization fractured after that," Larry said. "Most members scattered. I've been hiding for decades. Abaddon hunted us. She killed hundreds of us."
Bruce leaned forward. "Abaddon won't find you again. I'm relocating you tonight."
Larry's wife looked at each other.
"You can't—" Larry started.
"I can. And I am." Bruce pulled out his phone and transferred one million dollars to an account. "New names. New city. New life. A taxi arrives in thirty minutes to take you to the airport."
"Why would you do this?" Larry's wife asked, her voice small.
"Because you're family. And because I need information."
Larry smiled slightly. "Information about what?"
" Can I get what to take from vault and what to not, i need that knowledge, i know world is changing to fast..The bunker near Lebanon.".
The entrance was exactly where Larry said it would be—a small door beneath an abandoned WPA power plant.
" Penny worth, did you have it" bruce looked at big boxes and he attached to gate..
The plastic explosive wa attachedto gate and Suddenly huge 💥 explosion.
Pennyworth descended the stone staircase first, flashlight in hand.
"Good God," he whispered.
The bunker was massive. Rows of bookshelves stretched in every direction. Glass cases held artifacts. A war room. A library that looked like it could hold thousands of volumes.
"This is a archive," Pennyworth said, his British accent carrying shock. "This is a military research facility."
"It's more than that," Bruce said. "We need to clear it. Everything valuable goes into lead-lined boxes. We need a truck."
"How did you know about this place, sir?" Pennyworth asked carefully.
"Intelligence. From the family connections." Bruce didn't look at him. "Don't ask more questions."
Pennyworth understood the tone. He didn't ask again.
They purchased a large moving truck the next morning. Bruce had made a list based on Larry's instructions.
The lead-lined curse boxes came first. Ancient metal chests, designed to contain anything magical. They loaded them carefully.
The Bestiary—a massive leather-bound encyclopedia of monsters and their weaknesses. Into a box.
The Master Key Set from the War Room desk. Bruce pocketed this immediately.
Angel Blades. Small, concealable, lethal. At least a dozen of them.
Anti-demon warding brackets. Protective symbols used to prevent possession.
The Witch-Killing Kit from the laboratory. Salts and oils for specialized ammunition.
The Practitioners Guide to Exorcism. Written in Latin, centuries old.
Books from the restricted section. Grimoires. Ancient spell tablets describing rituals Bruce recognized from the show—The Trials, The Gates of Hell.
The Bunker Ledger. A simple notebook containing GPS coordinates for every other Men of Letters safehouse in the world.
"This is unprecedented," Pennyworth said, carrying another stack of leather journals. "The scope of this library is... I have no reference point for comparison."
"It's old money. Old family business," Bruce said. It wasn't a lie. Just not the whole truth.
The Werther Box remained untouched. A large, ornate safe in the storage room. Larry had been clear—it was a suicide trap. Opening it would kill everyone inside.
The chained books in the Library stayed on the shelves. Black Vault material. Books that could drive you insane just by reading.
Bruce took photographs of everything they didn't take. Documentation. Research material.
By midnight, the truck was loaded. Bruce sealed the bunker entrance behind them.
Pennyworth asked as they drove back toward airport private jet..
Bruce stared out at the Kansas darkness. He had the tools now. The knowledge. The resources.
The Winchesters were hunting blind, without the organization's support. But Bruce had something better—he had information from the future, and he had the bunker's entire archive.
After leaving the bunker, bruce called his lawyer and bought the bunker place and sealed the location with construction 🚧 and pour cement with lead, completely shut down.