Bat family's cub is lost

On this long table, the spokesmen of heaven and hell and the sons of man were separated on both sides, and under the testimony of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, a contract was made:

If hell and heaven abide by the agreement, they will restrain the souls of the dead, so that those who do heroic deeds will not have to lose their love, so that those who do evil will never have a peaceful day, so that all living beings have a reasonable home until the agreed day comes.

Then, in the name of Palmer Wayne, I also pledge.In the new world of rebirth and rebirth, there will still be glory shining.

"Happy cooperation." Palmer held out his hand.

"Of course, happy cooperation." Crowley and Aziraphale shook hands with him respectively.And each of them handed him a feather, "We stored the content of the contract, of course in abbreviated form, on the feathers. Bring them back to us in the past, and everything will be as you wish."

Palmer took it over, "Then where should I find you? Also, shouldn't this change history?"

"The bookstore, opened by Aziraphale, the address is in your mind, you just have to think about it." Crowley put on his sunglasses and said, "As for history, ha, we keep the soul, but humans can't see it." Soul, right. So for them, history never changes, understand?"

So Palmer woke up and gave the feather to Barry. According to the agreement, Barry used the speed force to return to the past before the impact of the sonic boom, and knocked on the door of the corner bookstore.

"Someone asked me to give this to you." Barry spread out the hand that had been holding the feather tightly in front of him, the angel was startled, and grabbed the two feathers from his hand, "Mine and Crowley's? A message from the future, which has never happened before," he muttered.

"Okay, I see. Thank you for the letter. Would you like to come in for a drink?" Aziraphale let the door open.

Barry took a few steps back. The things had been delivered, so he had to keep running. "No, no need, if there is a chance in the future."

The angel looked at the empty space and shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, let's talk when we have a chance."

"Hey! Aziraphale, what are you doing standing at the door?" Crowley drove the car around another street, with half of his body sticking out of the window, shouting from a long distance away.

"You came just in time," the angel held up the feather in his hand, "Look at this, we are busy again."

The devil pulled down his sunglasses, "From the future? Damn it." He slammed the car door heavily, "Why don't you allow me to tempt you to have dinner together first, and we can have a good chat about it at the dinner table."

"good idea."

The door of the bookstore was closed again.Little did anyone know, something was quietly changing.

Barry, who was running in the speed force, bumped into the self who was about to change the past, "Don't do this!" He rushed up and entangled him, "Trust me, you have to stop!"

"Go away!" Barry was pushed away by himself, and he rushed forward again, "Well, you forced me," he punched himself hard, and wrestled with himself.

A sudden burst of dazzling white light, history restoration, this is the rejection of time and space, they who do not belong to this time should go back to their place.

"Look who's awake?"

Barry opened his eyes, he was lying on his desk, his colleagues were teasing with coffee, and the latest report was displayed on his computer screen: the world's finances were in crisis.

It seemed that everything was back to normal, he picked up his clothes and stood up, "I have to leave first."

"But what about your report?" a colleague shouted behind him.

Barry smiled and waved his hands, "What's the rush, it's not the end of the world anyway." Go to his mother's grave first, and then go to Batman to make a report.I hope he won't stop helping him to pay the war damage because of his anger this time. With the current economic depression, he will be so poor that he can only sell himself to pay off his debts.

"So you broke through the barrier of time and space, changed history, and almost caused the destruction of time." Batman said while entering the information into the computer.

Barry folded his arms and leaned against the console next to him, "That's true, but I tried my best to remedy it, really. Now I have two lives and two memories in my mind. I don't understand. Why?"

"Maybe it's a delayed response, or your special gift, a gift of time to you."

"Speaking of gifts," Barry touched something, and he took out the pile of odds and ends and put it in front of Batman, "Is this for you, is it some special product? I also met your son there, from the future , looks very similar to you."

These things are all Palmer's last gift, and he even said: "If you can't convince your past self, maybe you can knock him out by surprise." Pretty Batman-like, isn't it?Barry looked at his alliance consultant again.

Batman sorted out the pile of things one by one, most of them were simple props, Barry added on the side, "This is made by Palmer, that is, your son."

There is also a necklace, which Batman opens to find a photo inside.In the photo, his father is standing behind a boy holding his shoulders, and the photo of the boy holding his mother in his arms is smiling brightly.

"That boy is the Palmer I told you about."

Batman took off his hood and looked at the photo for a long time, "You're a good messenger," he said to Barry.

"so?"

"Don't get carried away just because someone pays the bill, control your battle damage. By the way, be optimistic about Superman. I told everyone that his battle damage has exceeded the standard again."

the other side.

Bruce has a banquet that he must go to for dinner today, and he has to see if those moths have been honest for so long and want to do something again.Note, Ginger Coke is as bad as ever, and dealing with those guys is really more tiring than the previous part-time job at night.

"What's the matter, Fu," Bruce tore off his tie and threw it on the sofa, "Why are you so, um, serious?"

"There is one thing you need to know. Master Palmer's situation is not very good," Alfred said with a straight face, "Since you and the other two young masters are not at home, I forcibly opened the door and told Palmer Master Elmer has given some simple treatments, but they are of little use."

"Where is he now?"

"in the room."

Bruce's complexion changed slightly, and he stepped upstairs, almost rushing into Palmer's room.The little child was slumped in the bedding, pale, with a towel on his forehead.

He carefully sat on the edge of the bed, tried Palmer's forehead temperature, and then held his hand, "Hey, son, I'm back, don't you open your eyes and see Dad?"

Palmer's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the eyeballs under his eyelids moved, "Dad?" he shouted almost dreamily.

"Yes, it was me. Sorry, I came back so late."

"Dad." Palmer murmured twice in his sleep, his expression calmed down, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

Bruce dimmed the lights a little, and took out a pendant that was often played with at first sight from the insider's pocket.Opening the pendant, there was an old photo inside, showing his parents and Palmer.

If it weren't for the records on the Batcave computer and this photo, he would probably have forgotten what happened that time just like Barry.There's history about tampering, hostile Amazons and Atlantis, and Palmer shooting the Reverse Flash at the last minute.

But even if he remembered, there was a cloud of fog about Palmer, anonymized, unable to remain in memory, difficult to be mentioned.Until today, know now.

Bruce breathed out silently, the sadness and distress in his brows could not be separated. "It turns out that this time has come, I'm sorry," he leaned down and kissed his son's forehead, "I'm sorry for what you've gone through, because I can't stop you from going through it, and because I can't protect you when you need it."

Palmer is not sick, he just hasn't been able to get over the barrier in his heart.Young children have no choice but to shoot and kill people. It is the first time to face blood and death. It will inevitably be a nightmare for a while.

Alfred gently pushed the door and entered, and handed over the mobile phone displayed on the call interface, "It's the phone number of Master and Mrs. Thomas."

Bruce took the phone silently and put it next to his ear, a long-lost voice came from the other end of the phone.He kept nodding, and responded from time to time. After saying "um", "yes", "yes", "okay" back and forth several times, he finally hung up the phone.

He handed the mobile phone back to Ah Fu, "Father and mother are coming back, and the plane is at six o'clock tomorrow afternoon. You can call Dick and ask him to pick it up, and then take them out for a meal directly. And , Call Jason, save him, he always finds me to complain that he was not called at the home party last time."

"Of course, Master Bruce."

Alfred left, and the room returned to a state of silence where only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Bruce's eyes flashed a moment of bewilderment, and quickly regained clarity.

In his memory, one day a few years ago, his parents who he thought had died suddenly called and told on the phone that they had solved some things in the dark and could finally return to him.

He suspected and investigated, but everything was almost flawless.

Also at almost the same time, Barry's mother, Arthur's mother, and Superman's adoptive father, almost all the lost heroes returned around the same time period.The crime rate in various places has dropped sharply, and even Gotham has become a lot calmer. The clown who used to do things all day long also died due to the civil strife in Arkham.

The most bizarre thing is that the high-level government, who has always maintained a check and balance strategy against the Justice League, and many people inside are hostile, suddenly changed its strategy and rewarded the Alliance for its contribution to the security of the earth.And set up special courses to show the public the various achievements of the heroes in recent years.At the same time, the foundation was established, and the latest clauses were promulgated to be responsible for the battle damage caused by the heroes in the battle.

Bruce tested the opinions of everyone in the league on this matter, but no one thought it was wrong.

When he asked Barry, "How is your mother?", Barry actually replied: "It's still the same, always cooking me something delicious. Thank you Speed ​​Force, otherwise I would be so fed up. There is a high probability that he will grow into a big fat man."

"You mean she grew up with you all the time?"

"Of course," Barry stuffed the hamburger into his mouth in two mouthfuls, and cast a strange look, "Batman, you are a bit strange today. I think you should have investigated the information of each of us, this is the basic information."

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"Well, if you have to ask," Barry shrank his neck, "yes, except for school time, my mother is always there. Well, except for the time when she suddenly flew to France to travel."

Sitting beside Palmer's bed, Bruce lowered his eyes, and the question that he had once but forgot because he seemed to be assimilated by this world came to mind again—whether it was his memory that was wrong, or someone had moved the world again? Hands and feet?