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"I disagree."

The old butler Alfred walked up to Batman and said firmly.

Batman said: "I thought you supported me in finding myself. In the beginning, you were the one who said something was wrong with me recently."

"That's just because I'm worried, Master." Alfred said, "You're acting abnormally. I'm worried about your safety, and worried about what conspiracy may be behind it, as if no parent in the world wants to see their child Injuried.

But your memory? With all due respect, Master. I'm not sure you need them to get better. "

Superman and Wonder Woman looked at each other, said nothing, and stepped aside in silence.

Obviously this is someone else's family matter. They may be Batman's only close friends (although they don't remember it now), but they all know that there is no room for them to interfere at this time.

"What do you mean?" Batman frowned, "My current condition is completely unable to cope with this work. I have lost experience and skills. You should know that I almost didn't come back alive today."

"But is it possible that you didn't need that experience in the first place, Master? Maybe no one in this world should have to endure that in the first place?"

Alfred said excitedly.

"Listen to me, Bruce, even though you have always refused to listen to me before. But Batman was born from the terrified scream of a boy in an alley from the beginning. His mission, everything he has done for others, It was all built on the pain of that child that I considered my own.

My whole life I have been trying in vain to ignite a glimmer of light in that child's heart, not letting go of any glimmer of hope. Even though I knew there was a high probability that he would have died in that alley long ago, and I knew that the only one who survived was the Avenger named Batman. But I just refused to give up, and I always imagined that I could find it from there. The boy named Bruce Wayne.

And at this moment, this is the closest moment. Although I have been worried in the past few days, I am afraid that what will happen to you is another conspiracy against Batman, but at the same time watching you live like a normal person is the moment I am closest to my dream coming true.

What I have been waiting for all my life is you now, without the trauma of crime alley, without missions and tasks, just yourself. The person you were supposed to be.

Why can't it just go on like this? Why not see this as a gift? A chance to finally redeem yourself from this long nightmare, to let it all go and pretend that there is nothing underneath Wayne Manor and act like a normal person, like yourself. .”

Before he knew it, the old man began to sob until he could barely form a complete sentence.

But he finally couldn't finish.

It was as if he already realized what was going to happen next. It was as if everything was destined, Alfred seemed to be facing the current of fate, watching his most beloved child being swallowed up, but he was powerless.

Batman was silent for a moment, took off his helmet, revealed his blue eyes and looked at the old man.

"You know I have to do this."

The moment the memory of Batman awakens, it is equivalent to the death of Bruce Wayne.

The old man burst into tears: "But I can't. How can I watch you die again?"

"But now I know, I know I am Batman." Bruce said softly, "So even without the memory, without the skills, you know when something happens, I will still put on the cape, just like today. I There’s no way you can just turn around and walk away.”

Alfred was silent for a long time.

Then he sighed lightly.

"You're right."

Bruce stretched out his arms and hugged the old man tightly.

"But you have to know that no matter what, your meaning to me will never change."

"I know." The old man said softly.

After the hug, Bruce put his helmet back on and turned to face everyone.

"It's okay on my end, activate it. We need to know what's going on."

The old wizard recited a spell, and the crystal emitted a lavender light. The memory crystal is suspended in the air, and ancient runes are floating in the chaotic purple light.

The three of them looked at the dazzling light, their eyes widening involuntarily. A large amount of information and countless pictures seemed to be rolled through their minds in a stream of water, and were poured into them along with the passing memories.

"I remembered." Superman murmured, "Yes, that's right, I am a Kryptonian. I am the child of Jonathan and Martha. I grew up on a farm."

Wonder Woman's eyes also glowed with lavender light: "My name is Diana Prince, the princess of Paradise Island, and I came here to spread peace."

Batman: ".I am Batman."

Be concise and to the point.

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The magic storm dissipated, and the three of them gasped slightly in varying degrees, as if they had regained their lost memories.

"Uh, is everyone okay?" Kara asked tentatively.

"We're fine, Kara." Superman smiled and waved his hand, "And I think we should all remember what happened."

"Yeah, we were put together."

Batman said solemnly.

"Lex Luthor breaks out of prison and makes some new friends."

"Luthor attracted our attention, leaving us unable to defend against the sneak attack of his allies. The amnesia spell took away our identity."

Diana gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice.

"Witch Circe."

Circe was wearing a magic robe, standing by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, facing the bustling city with bright lights and greenery.

"Looks like they've found themselves again," Circe said softly.

"Expected."

Lex Luthor's voice came from the room.

He walked out slowly, this time not wearing the heavy armor, but a "simple" handmade custom suit. He sat lazily in the armchair, his smooth head reflecting the incandescent light.

"After all, they are not the type to give up easily, especially when it comes to finding who they are." Luther said leisurely.

Circe clicked her tongue, seeming a little displeased with the failure of her spell, and said no more.

"But it doesn't matter. It was just an experiment. If they don't even know who they are when we defeat them, the fun will be greatly reduced."

Luther sneered.

"Are you so sure, Luther?"

A hoarse voice sounded from the back of the room.

"You should know, after all. It's the Justice League."

"Oh of course, you should have faith in us - not just me - Deathstroke." Luther smiled, "After all, this is why our team came together.

This doomsday army! "

The fourth update after a long absence, 9,000 words!