[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

Bruce often has a dream.

The dream was his bedroom, he was lying on the big soft bed, and Nunnally was lying beside him.

In the dream, she was always wearing a white wedding dress, and Bruce could tell all the details of that dress—he chose the design of the mermaid skirt among thousands of dresses. It is not suitable for her to make a wheelchair. The retro-style design is straight up and down and it seems monotonous. The mermaid skirt is more suitable for her. It is elegant and simple, but it is gorgeous and exquisite in the details.

And the dress fit her just as Bruce imagined.

He spent a lot of time planning their wedding, hired the best designers to design her dress, but before the dress was ready, she was gone.

That wedding dress was eventually put in her coffin by him.He wore it on her again in his dream.

In his dream, he would always sit up a little and look at her face quietly.

Girls from Brittany families are always beautiful.So did Nunnally.

But in Bruce's dream, her beautiful face was paler than the moonlight outside the window, like a shadow cast by blue flowers on the ice field.A pair of lily-shaped headdresses were pinned to her temples, which suited her very well.The snow-white veil spread out behind her, like a large field of blooming white roses.

And her hands were peacefully crossed on her chest, wearing silk gloves, and on her ring finger was the ring he gave her, and he knew that their names were engraved on the inside of the ring.

Bruce knew that if he pulled her hand away, he would be able to see the black V-stitch on her chest—the trace of a forensic autopsy.The dark threads intertwined on her skin and flesh, stitching the damaged body together.

The line is as black as grave soil, as black as the feathers of mourning crows, black as night and death.

It seemed to be reminding him in this way that the person he loved had passed away forever.

Even so... yes, even so, Bruce knew it was his hallucination.Everything in front of him was the result of his hopes.It was he who was hoping that she could at least appear in front of him in this way.

But that's impossible.Bruce knows this well.

He knew how terribly she died and how she had no dignity—a death with dignity is something that only exists in novels and movies, it has never existed in reality—no one can preserve their dignity in death.

And Nunnally Lampelucci left not even the last trace of decency.

The high temperature, flames and explosions took away the clothes, and the skin was the first thing to be burned, while the muscles, internal organs and blood had no possibility of remaining in the face of 13 barrels of gasoline and a bomb.Even if there is, it is entangled with other things in the warehouse at high temperature, mixed with carbonization, becomes indistinguishable, and becomes meaningless.

Only the bones remained—bones that had survived the flames, hadn't been shattered under the high-pressure water gun, hadn't been mixed with other things and burned into black garbage, and could still be distinguished and found. of those bones.

Bruce remembered what those bones looked like.

He recovered the bones himself from the smoky ruins.Bruce remembers how he found the first bone, because it was the easiest to find—the steel nails still attached to her kneecap, the special alloy made by Britannia technology that survived heat and explosions. The bottoms changed shape but didn't melt, they held the kneecap firmly in place, and there was a blown-off shin bone.

And it was the biggest bone Bruce had ever found.

He remembered how he had touched those knees.I remember the soft and warm touch when they were held in his hands.But in the end, all that remained in his hands were such light and delicate bones.

Then what?

Bruce searched for a long time among the ruins.So many scorched bones.So many pieces.He could barely tell what was her bones, what was once a part of her flesh, and what was just pure garbage.

He has so much professional knowledge, forensic science, physiology, surgery... none of that knowledge can help him, as if his whole brain has stopped, he just repeats mechanical operations numbly.

Just as he knows it so clearly, Bruce knows it equally well—it's just his dream.

Nunnally did not have such a complete death.

Bruce is well aware of this.

But he still looked at her, unable to look away.

Under his gaze, the dead man slowly turned his head, and that pale face faced him.Then, the closed eyes opened, those purple pupils were like inorganic gems, quietly watching him.

"Why didn't you save me, Bruce?" she asked.

Then he would wake up from the dream.

He always wakes up like this.

After waking up from the dream, nothing had changed.

At that time, Bruce was lying on the big bed in the bedroom, always reaching out his hand subconsciously to one side.

But he always came up short.

There was no one around him.

—Don't take me for your victim.

- Don't think it's all your fault.

—Remember the happy times we used to have, and don't let bad memories overwrite them all.

That was Nunnally's last plea.When she was about to be bombed to death, she was still desperately trying to protect his heart from it while watching the countdown time.

Bruce closed his eyes.Don't allow yourself to continue thinking.

……

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Lawyer Green came quickly.

This excellent lawyer seems to be used to all kinds of moths that Bruce Wayne finds for her, even if her employer is suspected of being a serial murder suspect, she needs to go to the FBI office building to give her an answer. Even his professional legal defense couldn't make the blonde beauty's expression fluctuate.

The legal lady pushed her glasses a little, then calmly sat down next to her employer, facing several FBI elites, reading his rights for Bruce Wayne.

After reporting a series of professional legal articles, she pushed her glasses and nodded to several FBIs.

"You can ask questions now." The most outstanding young lawyer in Gotham City said calmly, "But if my client's legal rights are violated, or his personal privacy is violated, my client has the right to refuse to answer."

Bruce Wayne clearly saw imperceptible impatience and disgust flash across the faces of the two FBI agents opposite.Indeed, considering the usual work of the BAU team, Bruce also knew that it was impossible for them to have a good impression of the rich man's lawyer.In fact, this is why Gotham City has always needed Batman, and the GCPD refused to cut off the "information exchange" with Batman under tremendous pressure.

Some evidence can only be obtained through illegal means.

You have to admit that in this country, sometimes if you respect human rights and the law, you can only watch criminals slip away from your eyes and use money and power to get away with clever tricks.

Especially since you know very well that he has absolutely nothing to do with the case.

And Bruce Wayne also knows how much he looks like a murderer.

—and that is why the law must protect the legitimate rights and interests of everyone.The police and the FBI cannot obtain evidence in ways that violate human rights and the law.

There was even a hint of sarcasm in Bruce's heart.

Come to think of it, he's using his power and money to protect Batman who is violating the law and trampling on human rights to get evidence.It's really a great black humor.The almost vicious sense of humor of real life can sometimes trump any masterly written horror story.

"We hope that Mr. Wayne can cooperate in providing his own DNA information for inspection."

The person who spoke was the leader of the BAU team. Bruce remembered his information, Aaron Hotchner. He had relevant experience in the legal industry and knew very well how to deal with rich lawyers.He is now sitting on the opposite side of himself, which means that BAU is almost certain to break through his defense.

As Bruce thought about it, he gave a smile that was very fitting for his Gotham baby status.He shook his head and glanced at Lawyer Green.

"Please, since I'm innocent, why should I provide my DNA information?" He raised his chin slightly, with the ignorant and arrogant expression that Bruce Wayne should have, "I know What are you FBI doing, there is no way. I will never provide it. I don’t want to hand over my precious privacy to the people who have the least respect for privacy.”

"I don't think there is any reason for the FBI to continue to ask my client to provide DNA information when my client expressly refuses." Lawyer Green's expression did not change a bit, "The DNA information of citizens is within the scope of personal privacy protection. And you have no clear evidence Prove that my client was directly involved in these murders."

Hodge's brows were slightly wrinkled, but he didn't show any more emotions.Bruce judged him in his heart, this is a man who is very good at controlling his personal feelings.And on the other side...

He turned his gaze to the black man next to Hodge, who had clear and unrepressed disgust and anger on his face.

Derek Morgan.

Bruce thought, he's the agent playing "Bad Cop."

Sure enough, Derek Morgan took a step forward and threw a stack of documents heavily in front of Bruce Wayne and Lawyer Green.

"Then, Mr. Wayne, please explain these complaints."

His eyes were as cold as ice picks.

"From the Gotham City Children's Protection Association and Community Center, over the past ten years, there have been many complaints and reports against Mr. Wayne's abuse of children in his family, and there are many dismissed investigation applications."

Bruce Wayne: "……………"

This is really a... unexpected angle of entry.

Very good, even if it is in the hands of Batman, he will suspect that this person is a serial killer.

Bruce thought blankly.

The author has something to say:

A BUG was fixed, it was ten years not 13 years, when I wrote it last night, my mind went crazy.

The next step is the battle of wits and courage.

Hee hee hee.

In the next chapter, the three little birds still have a role to play.

No more updates today, I'm so tired.Six thousand more tomorrow!