Can you retire today?

After being kicked out of the room by Bruce, Alfred came to the kitchen.

Bruce had been through so much today that he barely ate anything except breakfast.He's still young and his body won't be able to take it.Thinking of this, Alfred looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, planning to make something to eat, and let Bruce eat some.

Many of the furnishings in the kitchen were chosen by Mrs. Martha herself. Unlike most noble ladies, she does not stay in the kitchen.On the contrary, she really likes to come to the kitchen and make Bruce and Thomas her special dessert-cookies.It's also Bruce's favorite food, and although Alfred's is better than Martha's, Bruce still prefers Martha's.

Alfred also learned from Martha. Although he was better at making it himself, he was more willing to make the kind of cookies that the young master of the Wayne family liked to eat most.

Martha taught him very generously. Alfred had done it for Bruce. It was obviously the same process, but Bruce tasted it right away. It wasn't Martha's doing.

The fridge happened to have the ingredients needed to make cookies, because Bruce loved them, and the kitchen at Wayne Manor always had them.

Alfred sighed, and started making cookies according to what Martha taught in his memory.

Maybe a Martha-style cookie would make Bruce even more sad, but at least it would let him vent his pent-up resentment, and maybe he'd eat some for Martha's sake.

Of course, Alfred didn't just make cookies, he also made a chicken sandwich, he didn't have the milk that hot blues hated but was good for him, but he made a pot of hot chocolate, which was not nutritious, but Hope the sweet drink can give Bruce a little comfort.

After everything was done, Alfred put them on the tray and walked towards Bruce's room.

At this time Bruce has opened his eyes, he is holding a chisel, and intends to climb out.

"Buckle, buckle, buckle," Alfred knocked on the door three times, "Master, may I come in?"

There was no response from inside, and Alfred thought Bruce was still immersed in grief, so he couldn't help raising his voice, "I prepared your favorite food for you, no matter what, you can eat some."

At this time, there was still no response.Alfred's face changed, and he thought something might have happened.

He put down the plate and forcibly opened the door.There was no sign of Bruce in the room, and Alfred's first reaction was that those people not only killed Thomas and Martha, but even his young master.

But then he calmed down, and when he saw the opened toolbox, he suddenly thought of a place.

After Bruce opened his eyes in the batcave, when he looked at these bats again, he no longer felt fear. On the contrary, hatred brought him full motivation.

He picked up a chisel and cut out several recesses on the wall of the cave. Through these recesses, he slowly climbed up.

He fell down a few times, and his hands, which were worn out by the rope, were covered with dust, blood mixed with dust, and he looked terrible.He didn't give up, because he knew that this time, no Thomas would come to save him.

The fourth time, he finally managed to climb up to the height of the rope. He grabbed the rope and put his feet on the cave wall.

At this time, he had no strength at all, and he hardly ate anything except breakfast this day.Even if he is full of food and drink, he is essentially just a pampered 9-year-old child, yes, he is really 9 years old now.

He checked his memory in the memory palace when he was just born in this world, and found out the exact time of his birth.An hour earlier, he had truly been a 9-year-old.

8-year-old Bruce Wayne is still the happiest child in the world, while 9-year-old Bruce Wayne has become the unluckiest child.

No, he can no longer be said to be a child, he is an avenger full of grief, he is a future hero who abandons cowardice.

What is really difficult is not groping to become a hero ignorantly, but moving forward knowing what kind of pain and darkness you will face going forward.At this moment, his body is still weak, but his heart is enough to be called a hero.

Bruce was almost numb from the pain for so long.There was a blank in his mind, he only knew to grab the rope and climb up.

There seemed to be a temptation from the devil in my ears: "Let go, you can leave Gotham and ignore the so-called fate. As for your parents, they didn't follow your advice to leave Gotham. Their deaths are self-inflicted." .”

Bruce ignored it, and just mechanically climbed up.The rope was intermittently stained with his blood, and finally, he crawled out of the bat cave.

Bruce, who was lying on the ground, turned over. There is no moon in Gotham tonight, and his hands are still tightly grasping the rope.

There was a sigh in my ear.

Alfred has been standing here for a while, almost since Bruce started chipping away at the cave wall.

He watched his young master fall from the cave wall again and again until Bruce caught the rope.But this didn't make him let go of his worries. He watched his delicate young master climb up with blood on his hands, leaving marks on the rope that were a mixture of blood and dust.

He wanted to stop and help, but his body seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all. There seemed to be some kind of force stopping him.

The bats in the cave were flying around. In Alfred's eyes, behind Bruce who was climbing up, they looked like a pair of huge bat wings, carrying an aura of darkness and fear, but also tenacity and shock.

After Bruce finally crawled out, Alfred breathed a sigh of relief and moved his stiff body that had stood for too long.

Looking at Bruce who turned over and looked at the sky, Bruce didn't realize his existence at all, and he was still holding the rope tightly in his hand.

Alfred walked to his young master, squatted down, looked at Bruce who was covered in blood and dust, Alfred couldn't help but sighed.

He gently stroked Bruce's hand, slowly separated his hand holding the rope, then avoided Bruce's wound, and hugged him.

Bruce had come to his senses at this time, and accepted Alfred's help very cooperatively.

"I have overcome the fear I once had, and I will become stronger, so strong that you are willing to tell me the truth." Bruce said firmly.

"I think Master and Madam want you to be happy." Alfred looked at the resolute Bruce.At this moment, Bruce is not like the little prince of the Wayne family, but more like a real warrior.

"No, Alf, maybe not just for them, but also for Gotham, for the world, for all the righteous people in the world. If no one stands up, I will be the first, and if someone does, I will Be one of them." Bruce said this word for word, no one forced him, and he was not overwhelmed by hatred, it was his own choice, and he never wanted to feel this powerless feeling again. I feel it, he never wants to see the person he cares about fall in front of him again.

Since he was destined to be Batman, so be it, he just hoped that no one would die to make Batman come true.

Yes, in his view, the deaths of Thomas and Martha, in a sense, are for the birth of Batman.

He has read some novels, the protagonist of the story travels to the book he has read to become the protagonist, but he does not want to follow the path that the protagonist in the book originally wanted to go, so everyone he cares about dies one by one, and finally he walked on that road. way.

Perhaps it was fate that brought about all of this.He has the identity of Batman and the destiny of Batman.

Now he is powerless to resist, but he wants to have the ability to control his destiny.If this kind of thing happens again next time, he hopes that he has the power to stop it, instead of just standing aside and crying.

"Okay, if this is what you want." Alfred looked at his young master, feeling a little shocked, but no matter what, he would always support him.

Bruce hooked his somewhat pale lips, he knew that Alfred agreed, and he really knew something.

And what he needs most now is to enrich himself until he has the ability to face the truth.Of course, before that, he had to take care of his wounds first, and he didn't know if there were any germs in the dust.

The current Alfred doesn't know what he witnessed today.

This is an immortal soul breaks free from the shackles, and the legend of a hero is kicking off.

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