[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

Turning point

On a September night, the wind brought a chill to passers-by.

The dark alleys are narrow and long, and the dilapidated street lamps barely cast a dim light, so that people will not fall in the dark.Gunmen blocked the way forward.

Brucey will never forget that night.

Protected by her father behind her, she stared at the coming doom with her eyes wide open in horror.

Her father's tall body gave her the only remaining peace of mind.

Thomas carefully negotiated with the other party, expressing his willingness to give up money in exchange for the safety of his family, but the other party held a gun, and the black muzzle of the gun made Brucey, who was hiding behind her father, tremble.

The string of the pearl necklace was broken, and the unbound pearls bounced and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound when they hit, but it was extremely bloody, every grain of it was like this.

A gunshot sounded, and she saw her mother fell to the ground. She looked at Brucey, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, but only murmured a few slight tones and then fell silent.

Little Brussie stood behind in a daze, her mind buzzing.

Thomas panicked to check on Martha.There was another gunshot, and the tall figure fell to the ground, extremely fragile.

For a moment, it seemed as if something had collapsed, and there was nothing left.

This scene shocked Brucey greatly, she screamed and wanted to rush to the dead body of her parents.But the masked criminal raised his hand and aimed his gun at the distraught little girl.There was another gunshot, and she also fell into a pool of blood.

Little Brucie felt cold, but she didn't have the strength to hug herself, and she couldn't crawl over to hug Mom and Dad, and her consciousness was gradually fading.

A pearl dripped through the pool of blood, rolled silently to the hand, touched the fingertip, and she barely lifted that finger with the last of her strength.

Blood-stained pearls slipped through tiny gaps.

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When Brussie regained consciousness, she found herself not slumped to the ground, but kneeling next to her parents' dead bodies, with a pool of blood on her chest from the bullet in the heart.

But now, she can hear the powerful beating of her heart in her chest and the sound of breathing caught in the wind, which is the proof that she is alive.

She held a blood-stained pearl in her hand, as if the warm pearl touched her cold hand.This absurd scenario shows that the resurrection from the dead actually exists, rather than a dying figment of the imagination.

Looking up and looking forward, a gun landed alone on the stone brick in front, not far from her.The criminal disappeared without a trace, as if he had evaporated out of thin air.

Mo Mo fell down in darkness, as if raindrops were dripping on the back of her hand.

She lowered her head and realized that it was she who was crying, and big teardrops rolled down unconsciously.

When the belated police arrived, they saw this scene.Brucie was covered in blood, crying on top of her parents' dead bodies.

A large number of police officers sealed off the area, and red and blue lights flickered, illuminating the entire street.People in police uniforms came and went in a hurry.

Gordon lifted her away from her parents and took off the coat to cover the little girl.Her body was surprisingly cold, as if she just got up from the ground.

He called Butler Wayne, and comforted Brucey in a gentle voice, trying to release kindness and warmth.

Little Brussie was wrapped in her overcoat, trembling all over, sitting on the stone steps with her knees hugged.Tears were pooling in the blue eyes that had been clear and bright before, full of sadness.

The old housekeeper who hurried over thanked Detective Gordon and hugged her hard, heartbroken. He suppressed the sadness in his heart and comforted her over and over again: "It's okay, it's okay."

After a long time, she raised her head and said to Alfred, "Ah Fu..."

The death of the Wayne couple shocked the whole Gotham, Gotham's last conscience fell in Gotham at night.

Who else can save Gotham?

Reporters swarmed in, public opinion was boiling, and conspiracy theories were rampant. The Gotham Police Department was under heavy pressure, but there was no trace of the murderer.

The director became furious: "It's like fucking disappearing out of thin air!"

The thing was so fucking unexpected that in the end it could only be claimed that the other party fled in fear of crime.

But Brussie knew that the murderer was dead, terrified in front of the corpse, the penis fell from his hands, the body was crushed inch by inch, and disappeared into the void, leaving no trace at all.

It was she who killed him.

When Bruce was unconscious.

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At that time, she didn't know the existence of the parallel universe until she met Batman many years later, who had a similar but different experience.The memory came back with the madness that had been erased, and she knew that she would never be Batman.

Little Brucey became more and more silent, no one noticed her abnormality, and everyone thought the blood on her body belonged to the Wayne couple who were buried in the ground.

She didn't tell anyone about it, including Ah Fu.

And she found that after resurrection, some special abilities gradually emerged.

Brucey was depressed for a long time.After the funeral, she refused to go to school.Sometimes she would wake up in the nightmare of death reappearing, and would throw herself into Ah Fu's arms in panic at night until Ah Fu coaxed him to sleep.

But other nightmares made her subconsciously stay away from Ah Fu.Weird and bizarre nightmares linger on, and sometimes there are whispers in her ears, which disturb her consciousness.

Another night when she was supposed to be sleeping soundly, she woke up suddenly and fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp, the soft light dispelled the shadows.She hugged the soft quilt and leaned against the upturned pillow.

The curtains were drawn tightly, preventing even a ray of cold moonlight from entering.

"Are you having a nightmare again?" After the flustered footsteps, Ah Fu's worried voice sounded at the door.

"No, I'm fine, Ah Fu, go to sleep." She tried hard to sound calm, but her trembling voice betrayed her.

"Leave me alone for a while, please, Fu, please."

After a stalemate for a while, Alfred sighed, turned and left helplessly.In order to take better care of her and help her through this difficult time, Alfred deliberately moved to the next room.

But Alfred won't know her secret.

She looked down at her hands, and then looked up at the void. The place that should have been empty showed a miniature map of Gotham, which began to change with the manipulation of her mind.

The sign belonging to Alfred clicked into another room.

Those crazy dreams flooded her brain, and in her nightmares she sometimes ran down dark stairs that spiraled endlessly.Sometimes she fell on a brightly lit high-rise, and as she fell, she saw the lights snapping out.

In this dream, a pair of huge eyes stared at her in her sleep through the floor-to-ceiling windows. When she woke up, she found that the walls, the bed, the wardrobe, the desk... were bloody eyes everywhere, bleeding continuously while blinking.

It was a dream within a dream.

Brucey got out of bed, walked barefoot to the side cabinet, and took out an ordinary book from the bottom shelf, which contained the blade she had hidden.

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The outstretched wrist was slender and white, as if it would break if folded, and the tiny blood vessels were quite conspicuous under the excessively white skin.

She grabbed the blade, ran out of the bathroom in the room, stood by the low sink, and slashed down hard on her wrist.

A deep wound appeared, but it was fleeting, and before the surging blood spattered out, it healed quickly without leaving a trace.

It's been like this since that night.

Her appearance was reflected in the mirror, her complexion was pale, her blue eyes were dull, her lips were bloodless, she was so thin that it made people feel distressed, and her black hair was scattered and disheveled by her side.

She didn't pay attention, just stared at the sink, then turned and walked away, passing by the sideboard when Brucey put everything back together.

Back on the bed she lay down again, moved the pillow and grabbed the quilt and pulled it over her head, covering her face.

Normal people will not be resurrected, and normal people will not have these abilities.

She didn't know what kind of monster she had become.

But if... if the first shot hit her.

She could have been earlier..., little Brussie clutched the corner of the quilt, and her parents would not have died.

Looking at the dying Wayne Manor, Ah Fu was very anxious, but he could only pray that time would erase all the scars.

The turning point came when an owl landed in front of the window.

At dusk, the eccentric owl flapped its wings and slammed against the windows of the restaurant, and Brucey looked straight at it, dropping the spoon in her hand on the dining table.

"……owl!"

She stood up abruptly, and said to Alfred next to her emotionally, "It's the Court of Owls!"

"It must have been done by the Court of Owls!"

"They want to take over Gotham!"

Clutching the corner of her clothes, she raised her head and looked at Ah Fu stubbornly: "Dad told me the story of the court of owls."

Alfred sighed, and he walked around the long table to Brucey to calm her down.

"Miss Brucey, the Court of Owls is just a weird legend circulating in Gotham."

"No, it's not." Brucie bowed her head, she insisted, "It must be real."

Since the bizarre and absurd things like resurrection from the dead can happen, why do you say that the urban ghost stories passed down by word of mouth are fake?

Brucey leaned on Ah Fu, muttering to herself:

"Beware of the Court of Owls, who are always watching your travels.

A peek into Gotham City from the shadows, hidden in a low-walled attic.

He is with him in the house, and in the bed and in the bed.

Don't mention his name, and the claws will find your head. "[1]

It's the horror nursery rhyme sung of Gotham, where the Court of Owls kills opponents and grows claws to consolidate its rule.

Listening to Brucey's words, Alfred was silent for a long time, he knew that no matter what he said, he could not dispel Brucey's thoughts.

"I must investigate clearly." Brucey vowed.

After that day, she shut herself up in her study all day looking for clues. She was convinced that there was a conspiracy behind it, and this idea brought her back a little bit of vitality.

Finding out the truth has almost become her daily motivation.

Ah Fu let her go, thinking that at least he could cheer up a little bit, the state of Brucey made him terrified.

He didn't think much, and didn't dare to think too much, even though he was keenly aware that something was wrong.The death of parents in front of their children is enough to defeat everything, and his caring actions are also careful, taking care not to hurt Brucey again.

"Miss Brucey, it's time for you to come out for dinner."

"Ah Fu, now!"

The exquisite meals on the white tablecloth, as well as Brucie's favorite cookies, show the hard work of the creators.But the owner obviously didn't care much, she just gulped a few mouthfuls, swallowed the milk and jumped off the chair.

"Ah Fu, I'm full." After saying a word, the man ran away.

Watching Brucey running up the stairs, Alfred helplessly packed up the table.

It's better than before, Ah Fu thought while tidying up, and the sound of energetic drumbeat footsteps disappeared upstairs.

After a while, when Brussie finds out that this is just a story, she can almost accept the reality.

Alfred was very worried about the little master. He felt sorry for the child who had suffered an accident, and hoped that she could get rid of the haze in her future life and live a stable and happy life.Rather than being trapped in the shadows by experience.

On the other hand, Brucie, who is conducting a secret investigation, has made new progress.

In Tracking the Court of Owls, she ran into another investigator with the same purpose.The other party firmly believes in the existence of the Court of Owls, and even claims to have seen Talon.

"They're absolutely real." The red-haired boy squatted on the beam.

In the dark, he has bright green eyes.

"I saw it with my own eyes."

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Later, Brucey became the new strange story of Gotham.

[1] The original text of the comics, and also appeared in the animated movie Batman vs. Robin.