Without Little Nana, the garbage author pretended to be 13 deep again...

But even Clark, who also knew about the justice lord of another parallel universe and what he did, was depressed and doubted his own strength.

Parallel worlds are only born due to different choices. Therefore, in essence, there is a world, and there is a person who made different choices under the circumstances at the time and various chances and coincidences.

So, that Helena's father is still him...

And he failed his two children.

Bruce couldn't imagine that he would guard against his daughter one day, how crazy is he?

"You can't think like that, Bruce, that Laughing Bat can't be seen as you..." Tim had to interject, "Well, that example isn't strong enough. Think about it, you'll be 'chosen' from birth Is it just a woman? Know that there is a world where both you and Superman are women..."

Just how much of this ill-timed joke Bruce took in, Tim wasn't sure.

Ever since Master Damian heard about his "brainwashed" possible future, he showed a contemptuous expression, but his crossed arms never let go.

The old butler remembered that until the end, his expression remained that contemptuous, but his eyes became colder and colder.

Everyone, with their heads down, unconsciously twirled their short sticks, or leaned back in their chairs, looking at the ceiling, wondering what they were thinking.

Ah Fu understood that at this time, it was his turn to go on the stage, using daily chores to keep life going, at least let his young masters sleep.

Invite Master Jason and Master Timothy into their respective rooms "friendly" and force them to catch up on sleep; at the same time send away Dick who took Damian out to perform "necessary" tasks.

In the current situation, only work can divert Damian's attention.

Anyone who is proven time and time again to be just a child of his mother as a tool for his grandfather to rule the world will be as "displeased" as a teenager.

"Unhappy" is the only mental activity that Damian is willing to admit.

Master Bruce plunged into the little guy's room and slept in his arms in the middle of the night. When the first light appeared from the sky, he began to sit in the study without saying a word.

Of course, the old housekeeper also suffered from insomnia, so he had to clean up the bookshelves that had been cleaned spotlessly by the artificial intelligence nanny.

It was impossible for the rustling sound to reach the ears of Bruce who was silent on the sofa.

Ah Fu concentrated on cleaning the bookshelves until Master Bruce's voice rang out in the quiet morning study.

The voice was hoarse from not speaking or drinking for a long time.

"Am I a bad father, Ah Fu?" he asked.

Love is subjective, and thinking is even more subjective. This kind of subjectivity will inevitably give birth to inevitable prejudice.

If a daughter who was lost and recovered ten years later appeared, with a growth history and personality that caused him headaches, would he have "prejudice" against her?

Had he ever had a preconceived prejudice against Damian?

Will he use his paternal authority to control and limit her?Even to the point of defense?

The old butler stopped his unnecessary work and looked at the black hair that he could only see from the back of the high sofa.

He heard Master Bruce asking and answering himself.

"Don't answer me, Ah Fu, I should have known that I was unqualified." On the back of the chair, the strand of black hair was lowered, and Ah Fu could hardly see it.

He saw Master Bruce's exposed hand resting on the arm of the sofa, stroking the little headband.

"Neither Damian nor Helena were expected children, and I was absent from the beginning of their lives."

What drives his parent-child relationship is actually duty, not love.

Dick came because he had witnessed Dick go through the death of his parents similar to him, and he saw the once-familiar anger, helplessness and despair in those blue eyes.

Jason's appearance is because he witnessed the beginning of a problem teenager's criminal behavior due to the force of life. He accepts him, trains him, and gives him some trust, hoping that he can go on the right path.

And Tim found him himself...

Yes, from the beginning to the end, Bruce had no intention of having children at all in terms of subjective expectations, and due to the limitations of his career as a caped fighter.

There wasn't and there isn't now.

He is just taking a responsibility, whether it is active or passive, in short, the parent-child relationship is not his original intention.

Therefore, he was not a qualified father from the beginning.

Bruce didn't wait for the expected denial of his parental self-doubt from the old butler.

He just heard Ah Fu stop the action of dusting the bookshelf.

"What do you think of your father, Master Bruce?"

Ah Fu didn't pause, as if he didn't expect his young master to answer, it was just an introduction to the next words.

"I think you'd use all the words you use to praise a father for Sir Thomas, like 'kindness', like 'kindness,' and, 'he's the best father in the world.'"

"People's memory is not reliable - this, as a detective who often has to deal with witnesses, must be clearer than me." Ah Fu's tone was steady and sincere.

"Similarly, human memory will be beautified, distorted, magnified in some details, lost the entire outline, and even filled in by itself - using the secret and unspoken expectations in our hearts as materials. Therefore, our Memories will become more and more subjective.”

"You are almost one of the people with the richest life content in the world. Whether you are a Wayne or a bat, you have created memories for yourself that ordinary people can hardly reach in a few lifetimes. If these memories are knowledge, you still have It can be recorded and kept objective; but as the background color of memory, a certain subjective feeling, you will naturally become more and more blurred. So, relatively, some memories will become phantoms that cannot capture the outline. Even if you are as smart as you, Some memories also lose their authenticity."

As Fu spoke, he noticed Bruce's hand resting on the armrest of the sofa, and stopped rubbing the baby's headband.

"I don't intend to correct your opinion of Master Thomas..." Afford paused, and finally insisted on speaking.

"Actually, Master Bruce, at that time...the eight-year-old you didn't have a good relationship with Master Thomas."

The study room was still quiet, so quiet that even the early morning birdsong outside the window could be clearly heard.

Alfred took Bruce's silence as encouragement for him to continue talking.

"When you were eight years old, you cried a lot, and there is an increasing trend."

"No, you are not willful. The financial resources of the Wayne family can satisfy all your material needs. This century-old family does not need and does not have any tradition of materially training future generations to 'delay gratification' and 'reminisce about bitterness and sweetness'." .”

"Your crying is clingy and vulnerable—this is a trait that shouldn't appear in a Wayne. Master Thomas was... disappointed by this."

"Every night, when you are eight years old, you still have to ask your parents to accompany you to fall asleep, otherwise, you will cry and scream for a long time..." Ah Fu's originally determined voice lowered, "Master Thomas and Mrs. Martha , got into a long-running dispute on this issue."

"Mrs. Martha thinks you are just insecure, and she hopes to meet all your demands."

"But Master Thomas thinks that Mrs. Martha's protection for you is too exaggerated, making you pampered. If things go on like this, the Wayne family will have a cowardly heir for the first time in generations."

"Of course, most of the time they get along with each other with a degree of affection beyond that of ordinary couples, but as long as they encounter problems about you, they will get into a quarrel after an excited argument."

"Yes, my young master, as a father, Thomas... was once very disappointed with you—his only son—and was even impatient. Disappointment is an invisible emotion that hurts more than anger."

Uncommonly, Ah Fu did not add the title of Master before the title of Thomas, but just a simple name, as if he was silently accusing his old friend.

"He thinks you're too weak...especially as a Wayne, that can't be tolerated. I don't know if you remember, but before that night, he was deliberately guiding you to read some cruel stories, stories of survival of the fittest. "

"Do you remember the story about the little animals falling into the deep pit and killing and eating each other?"

Bruce, who hadn't answered for a long time, remained silent.

He remembered the bedtime story, the book whose cover and interior illustrations were cute and innocent but told a dark fairytale--a nightmare he'd had as a child.

Before the age of eight, in Bruce's eyes, his father was always the greatest person.

Not only did he think so when he was young, but all the media he could access also said so-his father not only saved lives as a doctor, but also devoted the wealth accumulated by the family to charity.

Despite his family background, Mr. Wayne still maintains a heart of compassion for ordinary Gotham people-the newspapers once praised his father generously.

Such a father, as a son, of course longs to be recognized and accepted.

In Afu's constant narration just now, Bruce began to think of those childhood days that had been gradually forgotten under the cover of vague memories, and he was eager to win the approval of his stalwart father.

Hiding under the quilt and shivering at that time, he didn't understand why his father told him this story, but this was the only story his father would sit patiently on the small sofa by the bed and read to him.

Also, the father seemed very pleased with the fact that he wasn't crying.

He didn't cry only because he was momentarily petrified when he first heard the story.

Therefore, Bruce, who is good at observing words and expressions, quickly learned to directly ask his father to read this story in exchange for more and more patient companionship before going to bed, and those eyes of encouragement and approval.

At that time, Bruce, after thinking about it for a long time, even suppressed his nausea and timidity, stepped on a small stool, and took out this story from the bookshelf to study it.

Which little animal does dad admire?

Who did his father want him to be?

What did his father want him to do?

Until the end of the story, the story did not explain whether the small animals that ate each other in the deep pit came out alive.At the end of the picture, there are only brilliant spring flowers and summer green grass.

"I..." Bruce closed his eyes, "I forgot."

He heard Ah Fu ask: "So, do you still think Thomas is a qualified father?"

Does he feel resentment when he learns the truth concealed by memory?

Bruce was surprised to find that... no.

A place of trivialities and feathers cannot deny the greatness of his father.

From his point of view, his father's expectation and disappointment towards him are also understandable.

He understood Ah Fu's intentions and wanted to guide him to think, what would happen if he grew up beside his father?

Will this long-term disappointment from his parents cause irreversible damage to his growth?

And, now that he is an adult, standing in the position of looking back, will he understand and forgive his father?

Perhaps, as Jason has always insisted on the philosophy of life - only we can be responsible for our own growth.

On the body of another "Helena", another "he" also exerted the same disappointment and prejudice to the offspring as his own father, and thus caused great harm and tragic consequences.

However, even if he forgave his father, Bruce didn't want to, and couldn't justify another self; let alone another "Helena" "To answer.

He just feels better about himself.

"Last question, Master Bruce," he heard Alfred ask, "Have you ever been disappointed with Master Damian?"

He sighed softly, "Yes, more than once. But overall, I'm proud of him."

The author has something to say:

*Bruce had a relationship with Thomas Wayne's father and son when he was a child, which is not completely private, and uses some of the current Tom King's settings in the Bat Magazine.

For a long time, most readers have the impression of the relationship between the old man and the old man as a perfect father and son. Tom Wang wrote a setting that Bruce was a crying mother boy when he was a child. I personally feel that it is actually quite novel. Let the father-son relationship It's more layered.

That dark fairy tale really hurt me (cover your face and laugh and cry.jpg)

Interested...in volume 57 of the Rebirth Bat Journal.

The old man has almost completely turned into a villain in the Bat magazine now. I really don't understand the brain circuit of straight male screenwriters... Hey... Yuanmu...

Tucao returns to Tucao, I personally feel that Tom King is not completely useless as a screenwriter, although "Heroes in Crisis" is an epic-level unfinished and official collapse-level ooc...

But it must be admitted that he is very courageous, more courageous than other screenwriters, and dares to make big news... Bat cat wedding, catwoman escapes marriage, old man enters the main world, beats his son, finds Martha, whether it is a surprise or a shock, at least it is enough amazing...

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