Grandpa Universe In Multiverse

Alexander waited and the next day and appeared near the Mayor of Gotham City's office. Right now, the mayor was Armand Krol, a hard-line politician who wanted to deal with the criminals violently, rather than letting them, waste tax money in prison.

Alexander had signed many big investment deals not long ago, so he was welcomed by the mayor respectfully. A perk Alexander got after investing a hundred billion in the city's infrastructure that mainly involved schools and hospitals.

"Welcome, Mr Universe. You should have told me, we could have met somewhere nicer than this office." Krol said. Although his office wasn't anything less than a 5-star hotel's room, but at least the man was somewhat honest and wanted to rid the city of crimes.

"So, what can I do for you?" he asked.

Alexander started, "Mr Krol, I was reading today's newspaper. I must say, crime is one of the tourist attractions of the city. Why doesn't the police deal with violent criminals with guns?"

*Sigh*

"I have talked about this with Gordan many times before but nothing has come out of it." Krol displeasingly answered.

"But Gordan told me yesterday that he was ready to use force if he was given the orders," Alexander argued.

Krol scoffed, "He's lying. I had this talk with him many times. But he always refused to use hard force. His leniency against using lethal force disgusts me. He talks about so-called principles while fighting against people who follow none. Even that Batman is better, at least he saved my life once. I appreciate him not killing people because he has no right but even after all his work, the police do nothing, and that brings all the progress down to 0."

Alexander nodded. Gotham City was not just a city suffering from criminals, but also pointless principles and self-righteous men. Alexander himself was like this once, he used to think if the killing was the only option. But then he realised that the worst sinners were like cancer, if you don't remove them, they will spread to other parts.

"I understand your problem, Mayor Krol, and I have a solution for you," Alexander stated, winning Krol's undivided attention.

Krol looked at him with hope. "Don't stop now, Mr Universe."

"Haha, well, do you remember reading in your history books about how America got rid of Gunslingers and criminal gangs at the end of the wild west era? Bounty. Now, we should start putting on bounties against all these big criminals like Joker and Penguin. We will make a ranking system which can tell how dangerous the target is for the bounty taker. Then, just put Dead or Alive on it. Even let the police participate in it." Alexander suggested.

"But wouldn't that create more lawless people?" Krol asked.

"No, not if we correctly supervise everything. We will give bounty hunter licences to people. They will have to pass a test for it though, to show their physical and mental capabilities. Only then can they hunt and get the reward. I will also lobby for change is punishment laws and make death punishment common for high-level criminals like Joker or Bane." He suggested.

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"Gordan is not going to like this," Krol muttered.

"Doesn't matter. He is not the mayor. You are. In fact, fire him. I suggest one of my helpers. She is a hardliner like you and hates criminals just as much. Her name is Hela. She is already the assistant commissioner. But she is staying silent all this time because Gordan might take actions against her." Alexander suggested.

Krol nodded, "Your ideas are much appreciated, Mr Universe. I will seriously check your recommended candidate. I will also start this Bounty system. But for all this to work, we need the change of the laws from the state senate."

"Don't worry about that. You will get positive feedback in a few days. Until then, you arrange everything else." Alexander assured him and left the office.

Once out, he took out the phone and called Hela, "Child, you got the job. Now catch some criminals and appear in front of the media. Break their arms or legs to show how serious you are."

"Okay grandpa," Hela hung up. She likes these small plays.

Alexander then headed to Washington DC. He needed to have a talk with the president as the real God. Though he did not know the name of the president in the DC universe because it was never mentioned in the comics.

Soon, he found out it was Barack Obama. So, he went in as any god would. In white robes, shining light on his body and a wide kind smile. Only visible to him.

Obama was in a meeting with the Vice President and some other people. When Alexander entered his office by crossing the walls. Obama's jaw was left wide open. He pointed his hand to behind his guests.

Everyone turned around and saw nothing.

"Who are you?" Obama asked.

"Who are you talking to, Sir?" The Chief of Staff asked.

Alexander smiled, "Child, they can not see me. Only you can."

*GULP*

Obama looked at the guests, "Let's continue our discussion later."

They nodded and left him alone. So, Alexander came and took a seat. He started, "I reckon you have guessed who I am?"

He nodded, "I can't think of anyone other than god. I know people with various abilities exist in the world but you have that otherworldly air around you."

"Haha, you flatter me, child." Alexander chuckled.

"What is the reason for visiting me personally? I am just a simple man." He asked.

"Haha, a man? Yes. A simple man? No. Child, I came here to absolve the world of its sins. But I will not do it with my own hands. You all need to learn to do it yourself." Alexander stated.

"What are the orders?" He asked.

~He's being too compliant. Never thought he was a religious man.~

"Well, I have suggested some changes to the Gotham City mayor. I want to start a bounty-hunting programme where registered people can catch criminals for bounty. Crimes have gone up by a lot since so many super-powered villains started appearing. You cannot let them rule civilization. You need to sign some executive orders. Sure, your actions will be frowned upon at the start because that is what they all do. Some so-called human rights organisations will come after you because they care about criminal's life more than normal people.

"But, in one month, I can guarantee that the country's crime rate will decrease by 70 per cent. You can promise that too. After that, all you have to do is publicise it and all voices will calm down." He suggested.

Obama remained silent for a while. But he was not going to say no to this blessing. If he can bring crimes down by that much then it will all be worth it.

He nodded, "It will be done."

"Good, next I will be expanding a team of superheroes called Justice League who will be responsible for fighting the super villains like Zod. But remember, they will not be political tools that you can send to Iraq or Syria to make a mess. You need to sign a paper with them. That will be all for peace." Alexander ordered him.

Eventually, Obama agreed to everything. Alexander doubted that the man might even sell his soul at this point.

Alexander then left his office and returned to Gotham City, to his hotel room. Darrien was there. But when he entered, he heard multiple people talking.

Soon, he saw who the guests were. It was Lucifer and his annoying assistant.

"MY SEXY OLD MAAAN... I missed you."

*Sigh*

...

In front of a large gated government building in Gotham City, a man stood. He had long white hair and a beard. He was wearing traditional Chinese robes and also had a tea kettle in one hand.

Iroh read the name of the building, " Arkham Asylum? Hmm, I think this is the place. Alex did tell me to be the Mental health counsellor for this mental institution."

Yes, Alexander had told the wise old man to go to Arkham Asylum and bring as many minor criminals to the right path as possible. Iroh was going to have a good time, spreading some tea love and singing his on the spot made up songs.

"AYA..."

Iroh looked at the slimy creature on his shoulder, "Haha, yes yes, we are going in, Ticky."

It was none other than the greatest depression repellant, Tickle Monster, SCP-999.

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[A/N: Today is a sad and happy day. I just ended the Grandpa Universe fic on -Patreon and I feel empty. It was really fun to write this fic, but I had gotten so used to writing it that it had become a daily schedule for me.

*Sigh* I wish I had such grandpa. Thank you for reading and supporting this fic. I will release my next fic here in 1-2 days. I will keep on uploading Grandpa Universe chapters here according to the schedule.

Once again, thanks for reading. Take care.]

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GRANDPA UNIVERSE has ended and you can read all chapters and 22 chapters of the new Harry Potter fic on -/misterimmortal.

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1 Stone = 1 Antidepressant Tickle Monster. Also, a play date with Thea.