After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

For the Bat family, there is actually a not-so-short period of rest between dinner and night patrol.

But usually at this time, if there is no dinner party that requires Bruce Wayne to attend, Bruce will go back to work in the Batcave.

Sort out the clues of Gotham's major suspicious cases, or dispatch the target monitoring that the bell watchman needs to observe.

Before experiencing the death of Robin and the betrayal of his best friend, he actually occasionally gave himself some time to "live like a living person".

Teach Dick to do his homework, watch a movie with Jason over popcorn, spend some time teasing Alfred about his tea-making skills, and when he's in a better mood, tell a bad bat-related joke.

And all of this will be forever buried in the waves of fate that follow one after another.

…but apparently today, his eight-year-old schedule is no longer working.

Sasha was always fed by Alfred, and was full again, so she ran around behind Bruce with her chubby belly.

He doesn't know how serious his fledgling is in the eyes of others, he only knows that following his elder brother will give him peace of mind and a sense of security.

Sasha: "Bruce, Bruce, where are you going on the weekend? Did you start the night watch so early? It's not dark yet."

There was a little golden retriever stuck behind his butt. The man stopped several times in front of the study with the entrance to the bat cave, but he couldn't push the door to go in.

He knew that Sasha was afraid of the cold.

After visiting several times, Sasha stayed in the warm Wayne Manor most of the time, but he didn't really like to go into the Batcave.

If he goes to work now, there is a high probability that Sasha will not follow him anymore.

Either lie on the sofa in the study and play games, or play on the computer in the living room.

He talked about fighting all night, but everyone knew that he was ready to provide them with combat support at any time.

Sometimes when they came back from their night patrol, they would see Sasha stretched out, sleeping on the sofa.

So the men of the Bat family gently carried the boy into the bedroom.

Alfred: "Mr. Atwell, what do you usually do with your family on weekends?"

Sasha thought for a while, "What about the weekend? If Mom and Dad don't work overtime, we might watch a movie together at home, or watch the Murray Franklin show on Friday night..."

Before he finished speaking, Bruce said, "Okay."

A few minutes later, Sasha, with her belly full, was huddled with the Wayne men on the sofa in the living room, watching the weekend show on The Murray Franklin Show.

Jason sat on the other side of Bruce, always feeling a little awkward:

"I don't seem to have used this TV much."

Bruce glances at him.

Actually, there was, he thought, but that was already in the previous timeline, and he hadn't lost anything before Jason.

In this timeline, Jason has been receiving extremely rigorous training day and night since he was taken into the manor.

... Subconsciously, even though the clown no longer exists, Bruce is still avoiding repeating what happened in the first week.

He was afraid of bringing irreversible doom to Jason.

Sasha broke the stage in public: "You are talking nonsense. Last time you were shot 12 times by me, and you lost until you couldn't pick up your pants. We fought on this TV."

Jason took a deep breath.

Hard, fist hard.

If he didn't beat a round-bellied Pipigou until he vomited it out today, his fists wouldn't be able to soften.

Sasha huddled into a ball skillfully, and rolled to his elder brother: "You hit me~~ If you have the ability, hit me in front of Bruce~~"

Bruce touched Sasha's soft blond hair lightly and whispered, "It's starting."

Sasha, who can go to heaven with his skin, has always been very obedient to him, so he sat obediently next to Bruce and stopped teasing Jason.

The boy's body was still fragrant, like a small stove that was warm and fragrant.Bruce knew it was the smell of SCP-999.

And what he smelled on Sasha's body was a strange fragrance of roses.

Come to think of it, it was the smell of my mother's usual hand cream.

When he was very young, when he got up in the morning, he often saw his mother exchanging tender kisses with his father while applying hand cream.

That was the happiest time of his life.

……

Murray Franklin is a well-known comedy king in the United States, and a talk show host as famous as Jimmy's Chicken Feather Show.

When Sasha left this world 8 years ago, Maury Franklin was already famous.

When he was a child, he also liked to hug his bare feet and watch them on the sofa with his parents.

The quality of the old-fashioned talk show is excellent. Within a few minutes of the opening, the slightly formal atmosphere in the living room has completely relaxed. Even Alfred put down the mop and bucket, sat on the single-seater sofa next to him, and joined them curiously. look.

The weather in Gotham is much more treacherous than in Manhattan. At night, when it started to rain again, the old butler went to light the fireplace.

The fire light danced in the room, and a small piece of warm light shone in everyone's eyes.

Tim wiped his tears from laughing: "I was wrong. I heard Murray Franklin's Amway in class, but I never refused to eat it. If I knew it was so funny, I would have recorded it all. Every time Bruce opened Let’s take a look after the meeting, it’s good for your physical and mental health.”

Bruce: "..."

Tim: "...No, no, I don't mean to say that you have a bad meeting. It's very...educative, easy to understand, and I benefit a lot..."

The talk show was still transitioning, Bruce got up and went to get a glass of sweet milk.

The milk was put into the open dog's paw, but the man's hand suddenly froze in mid-air.

Sasha: "?"

He followed Bruce's gaze.

The curtain on the TV was lifted, and a man with mediocre facial features and stooped shoulders came out.

As soon as he showed his face, his eyeballs rolled around in their sockets, startling the audience.

Dick's relaxed and happy expression suddenly condensed, and he leaned forward on the sofa, squinting at the people on the TV.

"Let's welcome—"

Maury Franklin looked the other way, and said in his characteristic cadence, "This year's 'Maury Franklin Comedian' award—Joe Kerr! Welcome!"

…For a moment, Bruce fell into an uncontrollable hallucination.

Murray on the stage opened and closed his mouth, but all he heard was sharp, crazy laughter.

Bloody graffiti and flames, the young Robin with broken bones.

The moment the clown's heart was dug out, the smile remained on his face forever.

Something that can shake the heart of a strong-willed Dark Knight—even if it's just for a second.

Only his ever strongest enemy.

For 8 years, Batman has been monitoring Joe Kerr's actions all the time, and he has been suffering intense self-torture all the time.

He surveyed every restaurant where Joe Kerr performed, observed every business and colleague he came into contact with, and listened to every phone call he made.

Arkham is now Gotham's largest public welfare free psychiatric hospital. Joe Kerr, who has been treating manic depression seriously, will come for psychiatric appraisals on a regular basis, and his appraisal sheets will always be directly entered into the computer in the Batcave.

To this day, Batman is still unsure if he and Clark did the right thing with the Joker.There has always been a taut string in him about the Joker.

If after restarting, the clown hurts another person.

Even one person.

Only one person.

He knew that the string would snap immediately.

Someone beside him grabbed his wrist.

The hands are soft and white, the wrist bones have the slenderness unique to teenagers, and there are even four soft dimples on the back of the hands.

It was the same hand back then, placed in his cold and broken leather glove, holding him tightly.

He looked sideways, meeting Sasha's green eyes.

Sasha didn't say anything, just touched his wrist and looked at him quietly.

His strength was very light, rather than wanting to stop the man from doing something, it was more like some kind of gentle comfort for a scarred person.

--appease.

From the day he chose to become Batman, his city feared him, his teammates trusted him, and his Robins needed him, comfort, something he never asked for from others.

Bruce sat down slowly.

On TV, Joe Kerr walked onto the stage with strange steps, his eyeballs were still chattering around, and he looked incomprehensible.

Murray asked him to give his acceptance speech, and Joe Kerr sat down in a special seat and gave a speech with great emotion.

His movements seemed to be at double speed, his mouth was crackling, but no sound could be heard.

The audience in the audience reacted:

It turned out to be a mime show.

Joe Kerr's acting skills have obviously reached the point of perfection.

His exaggerated movements and deliberate ugly expressions amused the audience.

Maury Franklin also cooperated with him, banging on the table, trying to dig out the acceptance speech from his mouth, and Joe Kerr ran into the auditorium with a strange duck step.

Murray Franklin: "...No, wait, where the hell are you going?!"

Joe Kerr ran out of the studio in a flash.

Murray Franklin: "Damn! Are you serious?! Where's the acceptance speech?!"

Joe Kerr walked around in a circle, took off his hat, saluted, and ran downstairs.

The audience below laughed like hell.

One of them smiled and shook off his wig, and at the same time shook out a playing card.

The man covered his bald head, "Damn it! Is he a comedian or a magician?!"

Murray Franklin picked up the poker angrily, turned it over, and pulled out a note.

Maury Franklin: "That's what I mean to read for him, isn't it? All right—"

[Since I was born, fate has been extremely cruel to me, and has never smiled on me.However, on that day 8 years ago, I met two heroes.So I waited.No, it's not just me, it's my wife, and my child now, waiting for the smile that fate bestows upon us. ]

[This luck was brought to me by two heroes, and I will never forget it. ]

[I also don't forget that the very essence of my job is to create smiles.I think if I create enough, the number of smiling people in the world can be greatly increased.I will never forget that meaning. ]

[I will never forget that day - the luckiest day of my life. ]

Joe Kerr, who was running away, was brought back by two round-armed security guards, and the interview was finally able to proceed in a serious manner.

At the end of the interview, Murray asked him if he had any bottlenecks in his work recently.

Joe Kerr: "Maybe it's because of too many performances. I can't get the point of many jokes recently, and I can't judge whether my own jokes are good or not. Sometimes I think, if there is someone in the world who can accurately judge the point of laughter The machine will be fine."

Murray: "I wish I could too. But as far as the current technological level is concerned, the decibels of the audience's laughter are the criterion for judging."

Joe Kerr pulled out his notebook and nervously tried to tell the audience a new joke.

A tomato flew out of the audience and beat Joe Kerr black and blue.

Everyone thought it was the effect of the show, and they laughed out loud.

The camera hastily cut to the distant view.

Dick and Bruce turned to look at Sasha at the same time.

Sasha looked back with innocent green eyes.

It's a pity that on the phone screen, the page for retrieving the coordinates of Murray Franklin's studio has not been closed yet.

Sasha spread his hands together: "Seeking benevolence will result in benevolence."

Tim: "...do you have any grudge against him?"

Sasha: "Yes, the hatred is so fucking big. It's so big that I can't finish beating him for two lifetimes. It's really not light."

The source of everything that collapsed before the restart turned into this after the restart. He really didn't know whether to be ashamed or grateful.

I thought it would be fine to hit him for 20 minutes, but I was going to wait for the teleportation card to cool down before teleporting the Beating Tomato back;

As a result, looking at Hitting Tomato, Joe Kerr, with a bruised nose and swollen face, went home happily holding Tomato as if he had found a treasure.

Dick rubbed his forehead, "I remember you said that a tomato that hits someone when it hears a joke can kill someone..."

Sasha pouted: "Yes, but I have adjusted the threshold, it must be a joke that can make people laugh to death. I hope that Mr. Joe Kerr can continue to maintain his research spirit when he was beaten, and strive to become a generation Master of Comedy."

After the talk show, it's time for the night watch.

Bruce didn't say a word after watching the TV. He put on the bat suit and checked the weapons in silence, obviously thinking about it.

The little golden retriever sticking to the back of his ass naturally noticed it.Batman usually does not reveal his emotions, but occasionally he does so, and he doesn't know what to do for a while, so he just wanders around the car.

Alfred: "Master, you are patrolling the East End with Master Jason tonight, right?"

Batman: "Jason, you go first. I'm going to a place and I'll be here later."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and saw Sasha rubbing against the Batmobile, looking at him eagerly.

Batman thought he wanted to drive, he was silent for a moment, moved to the passenger driver, and said to him: "Come on."

Sasha pointed to herself: "Shall I drive?"

Batman nodded.

Sasha let out an oh, and walked to the side of the car.

After taking two steps, Jason tripped over his legs and staggered a few steps to stop;

After walking two more steps, Tim tripped over with his legs outstretched, and Dick, who was snorting loudly, caught him on a big horse.

Sasha: "...??? What do you mean??"

Alfred laughed beside him and said, "Probably because the three young masters have never driven a Batmobile."

So Sasha took revenge on them by driving the Batmobile.

Then, following the directions on the map, they stopped in an uninhabited wilderness.

Batman got out of the car, leaned over the dashboard and turned on the autopilot, and said, "Press here, and it will send you back the same way. You can choose to continue driving, but in 20 minutes, I need to drive it for night patrol."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the trail in the wilderness.

Sasha stuck his head out of the car window and noticed that it was starting to rain again in Gotham.

He also couldn't make up his mind, as a qualified dog leg, whether he should give his elder brother a small umbrella or something.

Inadvertently opened the map text mark, only to see where this trail leads.

cemetery.

He thought and thought, digging inside the car, and found that Batman never prepares and doesn't need umbrellas, so he turned his head to dig his backpack.

Really dig out a garbage card for him.

When it was opened, the broken umbrella actually blocked the rain from the top, while the hail fell from the bottom.

But it was an umbrella anyway, so Sasha held it up and chased after him all the way.

Sasha: "Brother, wait for me, brother."

Batman turned around on the cemetery walk.

The rain was getting stronger, and it fell on his helmet and cloak, crashing into one piece.

For some reason, the Batman at this moment is not as cold as the knight in the sculpture before;

Instead, it made Sasha feel something rare and truly human.

...is a kind of confusion and fragility that is hard to detect.

Batman said softly: "Don't give me an umbrella."

He hadn't finished speaking when he saw a hailstone inexplicably falling from under the umbrella, hitting Sasha's head with a crisp sound.

Batman: "..."

Sasha felt embarrassed: "Look at this broken umbrella, I don't have to call you... The main thing is to come and see if you need someone to accompany you for a while."

Batman turned his head away without speaking.

After a few seconds, he nodded silently and continued to walk deep into the cemetery.

Sasha followed with an umbrella.

Neither of them spoke, and there was only the rustling of the rain all around.

After walking among the tombstones for a while, the Dark Knight crouched in front of a grave.

Still only silence.

And the sound of hail hitting Sasha's head from time to time.

"I swore to them."

The man whispered, stroking the wet tombstone with his gloved palm, "I said that I will spend my whole life fighting against evil until I die."

"And it wasn't until today that I discovered that fighting against evil and ending evil are probably two different things."

"My creed, everything I've learned to protect this city, those techniques of intimidating the enemy in fear, eventually led to the birth of the clown from the chemical pool."

"He has slaughtered countless times, stained his hands with the blood of two cities, and caused the alliance to fall apart... I have analyzed his psychology countless times, deduced what he wants, and failed in chaos every time. I thought he was forever Invincible evil itself."

"However, in the end, it turns out that only one rescue is needed to completely end him."

"What I have done to my city, my intimidation, suppression and deterrence, do they really have the effect of ending crime? Or do they just push this city into the abyss where new criminals are constantly being born?"

His voice was quiet, not as if he was talking to Sasha, but more like questioning his own soul.

"Brother, I actually don't understand very well."

The boy holding the umbrella said hesitantly behind him.

"Why do you think that fighting crime is not saving others?"

"Could it be that because of a miss, I didn't have time to catch Joe Kerr who fell into the chemical pool?"

"But this city wasn't just inhabited by clowns, or Penguins, or Poison Ivy, or Mad Hatters, or Dog Riddlers, or Professor Pig-faced, a bunch of villains who have nothing to do and came to challenge you; There are still many people living there."

"There are also middle-class families living a good life, parents who send their children to school, college students like me who fail exams, elderly people in nursing homes, policemen like Gordon, homeless people who rummage through trash cans on the street, these are all ordinary people. People in Gotham can't ignore their qualifications to be saved just because they live seriously."

"When you watch from night to morning and fight criminals to the death, don't they live in the safety you bring? Taking a step back, if you hadn't cracked down on the Red Hoods back then, the East Side would have become As it is now, is it possible to live in a state where everyone doesn’t need a gun license?”

"Oh, by the way, every time I come back to visit recently, I listen to a very interesting radio station at night. I guess you haven't heard it..."

Sasha took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and came to Batman's side, muttering.

The radio was turned on, and the faint light of the mobile phone fell into the dark knight's eyes.

The name of the station is If Batman Could Hear.

"...I like the bedtime story that my parents told me that Batman is coming. Although the storybooks always draw him very scary, after I hear it, I will sleep soundly and soundly. Because I know Batman Although he looks very dark, fierce, and ugly, he can only beat bad people, not me. As long as I am a good boy, he will always protect me..."

"...Last night, I saw the Batmobile drive through our block. It means it's his turn to patrol the area, and I can get a good night's sleep again. No spicy food, I think the birds patrolling is also very good .But Batman is an old name in Gotham after all..."

"...I saw in the newspaper that the Penguin's drug team was busted again. Although the newspaper usually only praises the police, any old Gotham person should know it? Well done, old man. This way , I don’t have to worry about my child becoming addicted to drugs inexplicably through inexplicable channels..."

The phone was put quietly, and Batman listened quietly.

During the period, the hailstone under the broken umbrella hit Sasha on the head several times. Finally, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, he reached out and took the umbrella away.

Sasha: "Oops..."

After he finished his oops, he found that it was not raining.

The Dark Knight held the umbrella in one hand and propped up his cloak in the other, shielding Sasha from the rain overhead.

So at this moment, an idea came to Sasha's mind.

He plucked up his courage, slipped into his cloak, and gave him a very warm hug.

Batman: "..."

He was still holding the cloak in his hand, and his body was completely frozen.

"Brother must disdain this kind of hug." The boy smiled slyly with his face upturned in his cloak, "but I think Bruce should need it?"