The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

After bidding farewell to Gordon, he walked around Gotham according to his previous impressions, and saw many familiar or unfamiliar faces, some of them were his enemies, some of them were saved by him, and now They gathered together with the same purpose to build this city together. Maybe there will still be various problems and difficulties waiting for them in the future, but at least they can decide their own lives like normal people.

When Bruce returned to the manor, it was almost eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

Clark and Alfred were drinking black tea and chatting in the living room. Seeing him come back, Alfred hurried to the kitchen to bring a plate of cookies.

"Thank you, Ah Fu's cookies are still so good~"

"In fact, it would have been tastier if we didn't have to worry about it every day."

"Okay okay~" Bruce dragged out his voice, trying to sound more obedient.

Alfred sighed helplessly, "It seems that you, sir, have changed a lot during my absence."

"We're talking about you, it's about time you came back." Clark laughed too.

"What about me?"

"Talk about the commemoration tonight." Alfred said, "I'm recommending Master Clark to attend the commemoration."

Bruce's hand grabbing the cookie froze, and the last cookie on the plate was taken away by Clark.

"There's no need for that."

"No, it's very necessary. Don't you want to see with your own eyes the happy lives of the people you protect?"

... I don't want to read it, it's enough to know it in my heart.

"I am darkness, I am fear..."

"With all due respect, my lord, you are now the symbol and mascot of Gotham. You have defeated Gray Ghost in the voting for three consecutive years and become the children's favorite superhero."

"..."

No matter how broken Bruce's heart is at the moment, in the Bat Family, listening to the butler's words is written in the family's iron code just like not killing people. top.

Gotham's newly built street lights and other lighting equipment have been extinguished. On this day, people will try their best to restore Gotham to its original appearance, and then wear all kinds of villain clothes, bats, etc. like attending a masquerade ball. Clothes, various emblem pendants, etc., took to the streets with white candles, and started at midnight, starting from this square, to start a whole night of carnival.

Now the commemoration is still in the preparation stage, and Jim Gordon is standing on the rostrum to deliver a passionate speech.

Clark floated on the edge of the roof, listening to Gordon count the changes in Gotham over the years, and praised, "You have a wonderful friend,"

"He is an excellent person. Without him, I don't know if I would have survived those days."

"That's right." Clark smiled, "I was worried about whether you would run into trouble if you stayed here by yourself, but with them helping you, I can rest assured."

"Do not."

"Ok?"

Bruce was silent for a while, and said softly.

"Let's go back."

With a "click", Clark accidentally broke a corner of the concrete roof of the Senate House.

"What did you say?"

Clark looked at him sharply, trying to see if he was joking.

"You want... to go back with me?" Clark said with some difficulty, "but this is your city, and you love her like your life... I don't want to..."

I don't want you to stay there sad.

"That's why I'm leaving." Bruce cut him off.

He stepped on the familiar gargoyle, overlooking the bustling crowd below, "Did you see it?"

Clark floated to him and stood beside him, "See what?"

"Hopefully." Bruce laughed.

"I saw a beautiful city and outstanding people rising from the abyss."

"I saw the peace, prosperity and happiness of those I had put my life to protect."

"I see that I've left a sanctuary in their hearts, and their children's and their grandchildren's, generations to come, and that's the best thing I've ever done."

In Clark's eyes, his eyes were extremely bright. This was the first time Clark saw Bruce, who had armed himself to the bone, showing such a soft side.

"This world doesn't really need a hero, because everyone can be a hero. My city may never have a child of hope like the Metropolis, but the people in this city can create hope in their own way."

"Living bats can only bring them fear, but dead bats give them the courage to fight for themselves." He said, "This is the best way I can think of to rest in peace."

"I love this city."

"I could give anything for this city."

"Including leaving her."

He finally turned around and stopped looking.

As the clock struck midnight, Clark looked up to see the Bat-Lights reflected in the sky, as if a crescent moon had risen above the city forever shrouded in dark clouds.

During the darkest period of the city, it ignited the faint fire of hope in people's hearts by burning itself with a little light, and it will be in this once sinful place for a generation in the endless time thereafter. Another generation will shine forever.

He didn't know what to say, just happy, happy for Bruce, and happy for the people here.

Maybe one day, his world will no longer need heroes like here, everyone is a hero.

At that time, he will be happy to fly around the earth three hundred times to celebrate.

But before that, he is willing to do his best to make himself the light that can dispel the darkness and gloom in people's hearts.

In the dark night, two figures hide in the shadows between the buildings with their backs facing the cheering crowd.

"But you knew it was going to happen?"

"There was speculation."

But even in his most optimistic guesses, he did not expect the current situation.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know if things will go the way I envisioned." Another voice replied, "If nothing changes, then I must stay. There is no need to leave you with unrealistic hopes."

Clark twitched the corner of his mouth, "Honestly...sometimes your calmness makes me want to hit someone."

"Does anyone else know what your plans are?"

"Jon knows." Bruce said.

That's why Jon improved the efficiency of the cosmic treadmill to provide him with enough time to decide whether to go back.

"Okay, well, at least I'm not the only one kept in the dark, don't expect me to help you if they trouble you when you go back."

When the two returned to the manor, Alfred was already waiting in the living room with five suitcases full.

"I think young gentlemen will not be stingy to give a dying old man a travel ticket." Alfred stood straight beside the box.

Presumably, this old man is the person who knows Bruce best in this world. He may have guessed Bruce's plan when he learned about the other world, so that he packed so many things in just a few minutes when they went out.

"Of course not." Clark said while sneaking a glance at Bruce, "Barry's link can transfer time and space within ten people, and it's safe within this range."

"Then..."

"Wait a moment!"

Suddenly there was a shout from the corridor on the second floor, accompanied by the noise of "Wait a minute! Come back!", Jason jumped on the banister of the stairs and slid down from the second floor, landing firmly next to the suitcase.

"I also need to go!"

"I'm sorry." Dick also ran down in a hurry, apologizing non-stop, but he didn't say a word about what he didn't want to go, obviously it was just duplicity.

"Why do you have to apologize for this!" Jason broke free from his hands, smoothed his clothes, and looked at Bruce with interested eyes, like an archaeologist judging whether a pretty clay pot is an antique or not Same.

"You are our father?" He said, "It's not the same as the legend in the story."

Bruce was also looking at his nominal adopted son, nothing could be seen on his face, but Clark knew he was stiff.

"Forget about those damn legends." He pouted, "For the sake of calling you father, don't you think you should take responsibility?"

"That world is no less dangerous than the original Gotham." Bruce said.

"Don't underestimate us, we are also the ones who escaped from the Owl Council and fought against the League of Assassins!" Jason said proudly.

Dick covered his face in despair, "Stop talking, is it something to be proud of being hunted down to the point of death?"

"There are still remnants of the Owl Council?" Bruce's expression froze.

"No, it's gone." Dick glanced at him gratefully. "Actually, it was thanks to you that we and a few other children were able to find a chance to escape. It's a pity that we couldn't thank you in person at that time."

Bruce, not used to this kind of situation, just shook his head.

At this time, Alfred suddenly said, "If it's not troublesome, I suggest taking them along. They are all good children, and there is no place for them to stay here."

"Yes, and there are still people chasing us, you won't leave us in the wolf's den, right?" Jason immediately changed his words and played the bitterness card, as if he didn't care about those people at all just now. Guys look at people who are not the same as themselves.

Clark could see that five years had allowed the three of them to establish a strong kinship. Whether it was for the children who had lost their families or for the elderly who had lost their children, they had placed too much on each other.

He looked at Bruce, not surprised to find Bruce's hesitant attitude.

In fact, if it wasn't for emotional troubles, it would be great to stay here to inherit the Wayne family's business and estate, wouldn't it?Even if there was one bankruptcy in the middle, the collections passed down from generation to generation by this ancient and wealthy family are enough to make the poor reporter shed tears of bitterness.

It was a new world, a completely different environment, more dangerous villains, and aliens who might rush in like crazy at any time. If you discarded all emotional factors and brought in an ordinary person, he would be completely invincible. I don't want to go back!

"That world is very dangerous." Clark thought for a while, and added, "Very, very dangerous. There are many things that you may not think of."

"Like this." He spread his arms and let himself fly.