Bat family's cub is lost

Considering that Lex Luthor's injury was caused by Palmer, and from the perspective of not wanting a child to bear his life, the Big Three of the Justice League present still did not let him die due to excessive blood loss.

But again, they couldn't just let him go.

After being voted by the Justice League—in order to prevent Luthor from escaping the punishment of the law again and doing things like letting his ambitions stir up the flames of war, he will be imprisoned in the cell of the watchtower for life, and he will be killed immediately if he escapes—the proposal ends with Passed overwhelmingly.

Palmer, who was brought back to the watchtower together, was curious about everything he saw, but he strictly abided by the agreement with Batman here, and stayed at the door of the meeting room honestly and did not dare to run around.When he was bored waiting and could only play with his fingers, he finally heard the sound of the door knocking, "What's the matter?" Palmer looked at Batman who came out, his eyes lit up.

The heroes who came out of the conference room passed Batman and left. Except for a few who cast curious eyes on Palmer, most of them chose to turn a blind eye with a cold face.

"I will take care of your future life." Batman said calmly, looking at the soft child.He and Superman had some disputes about the origin of the child and how to deal with it, so the meeting was prolonged.

At the meeting, Superman believed that the child should be locked up for interrogation, or the Martian Manhunter should interrogate him directly to ensure its safety. On the contrary, he did not agree with the method of interrogating a child, and argued for it .

In this regard, most of the league, including Wonder Woman, chose to side with Superman.

The quarrel was fruitless. In order not to make the scene too ugly, Superman and him each chose to take a step back.He'd be in charge of the kid's questioning while Martian Manhunter looked on.If it is determined that there is no problem with the child, then he will be responsible for the placement of the child.

"But you still need to answer some questions."

"I know," Palmer said, shaking his head, "This is the rule." He stood up from the chair, walked to Batman's side in a hop, his little hand hooked his cloak and held it in his hand, "Then When do we start?"

Batman looked at him and paused, ignored his small movements, but walked straight to the Martian Manhunter who was already waiting in front, "Now."

The interrogation site was set to be in the entertainment room, which had not been used for a long time.Asking a child there helps ease his tension.

Batman sat on the chair and looked at the child who had jumped into the pile of cushions with bright eyes as soon as he came in, and was still flopping inside, and asked "the first question-".Before he could finish asking, the child spoke up first.

"My name is Palmer, from Gotham," Palmer swam out of the pile of cushions with a rabbit doll on his back, sat obediently against the cushion board, and finally looked like he was being questioned. "I have a special ability to transfer things. I can move things from one place to another."

He snapped his fingers and continued: "When I hit that bad guy earlier, I just threw all the ornaments on the shelf on his head." His voice weakened when he said this, "My ability is not yet proficient, really not It was intentional to hit him so badly."

Palmer wasn't telling lies but he wasn't telling all the truth either.It was something his father had given him in his first training—if he couldn't immediately judge the situation and find someone he could trust completely.Then, if you are not completely sure, you are not allowed to disclose all your information anyway.

The Martian Manhunter nodded to Superman and the others on the other side of the monitor, saying that everything Palmer said was true.

"Listen to my question carefully," Batman looked at the well-behaved child, and asked, "Why did you appear in that room?"

"It's still because of my ability. My ability seemed to go berserk, and it threw me to that place with a whiz."

It's still true.

"your family."

The smile on Palmer's face collapsed, he was silent for a while, took the doll off his head, held it tightly in his arms, and whispered, "They are no longer in this world."

Aware of his consistent voice and his obvious loss and sadness, Martian Manhunter nodded to the monitor again.

Then there are some side-by-side questions about age, the growth experience of these years, etc. Palmer passed the questioning session smoothly after playing, and returned to the Batcave with Batman through the watchtower's transmission device.It's neither too early nor too late, and it's still in time for dinner.

Palmer never hid his curiosity. He looked around, and he didn't forget to compare it with his own Batcave.In contrast, this place seems to be more heavily guarded, and there are not so many traces of others appearing.

Batman has been leading Palmer into a small secret room, and closed the door behind his back, "This room is filled with lead and some other materials, Superman can't hear the conversation here." He looked innocently child, "Now, tell me about the things you kept hidden."

"Can I trust you?" Palmer asked, tilting his head.

"You don't have the right to choose." Batman narrowed his eyes slightly. "If you insist on not telling the truth, then I will send you to where you should go. Maybe, you can find a good room next door to Luthor." .”

"Even if I did nothing wrong?"

"It was a mistake for you to appear at that place at that time." Batman took two steps towards him and lowered his voice, "According to what Superman said, if you hadn't appeared there, he would have killed Luther He suspects that you are Luthor's accomplice, and he will take the first step to save his life when things get worse." An extremely oppressive shadow enveloped Palmer, "Until now, even if you passed the interrogation, But I can assure you he's still suspicious of you."

"But I just don't want the hero to be slandered by a bad guy," Palmer looked at him without fear, "I can run away, but I still choose to stand up and speak for Superman, just because I don't want to see a good guy because of a The principle of self-destruction of bad guys."

Only young people can say such things.They are always naive and stubborn, not afraid of the sky and the earth, and dare to turn into firewood and burn without hesitation for a little light in their hearts, just to let people in the dark see this light.

There was a fire in the child's eyes, and Batman, who was already disheartened by the current legal and political situation, couldn't help but want to go up and rub his head.

"If you want to accomplish something, you will always have to sacrifice." He stopped before he took a step, "It seems that you don't know what happened in this world."

The kid who was still standing upright just now smiled softly, "You can see it," he blinked his eyes, trying to see if Batman was angry because of it. "Don't be angry," he grumbled, hooking Batman's gauntleted finger, "I know that something big must have happened here, so that everyone can change."

"Superman and almost everyone seems to be filled with anger, and I dare not tell everything in front of them." Palmer pouted his mouth, thinking about it, "Yes, always I feel that something terrible will happen, something more terrible than being locked up."

Batman looked at the little hand hooking his hand, but still didn't shake him off. "But you trust me, why?"

Palmer, who had his own ultra-thick filter, narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Because you are Batman." Because you are Batman, you are trustworthy.What he said was so natural, as if it was a truth that everyone knew.

"Let me introduce myself again," he scratched his face embarrassingly with the other hand, "My name is Palmer Wayne, and if nothing else happens, it's your son from another world." Opening his mouth, Palmer Elmer poured out all his affairs. "That's it," he said dryly, looking into Batman's eyes that still sparkled.

For Batman, the existence of another world is not incomprehensible.

He briefly sorted out the information Palmer said, and was silent for a while facing the computer. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a child sitting on a chair in the back who was still playing silly and happily, and was silent for a while. Facing the computer again, he flicked and operated, destroying all the data that had been sorted out before.

"Don't tell anyone else about our conversation today."

Palmer, who had already lined up half of the Star Wars in the bedtime story with both hands, looked up from his own amusement, and said hello without a pause.The crisp look made Batman not know what to say.

"You should listen to your father and don't trust anyone easily."

Palmer looked at Batman walking in front of him with some helplessness, and he rubbed his head with his big hand.

"Even Batman is the same, understand?" Seeing the child nodding blankly under his gaze, Batman knew that he probably didn't take it to heart.

He sighed in his heart, "You just need to remember." And, "Where did the training your father arrange for you go? Before you go back, I will train you instead of him."

Whatever Batman said, Palmer agreed without any consideration.

In the next three years, the world has undergone earth-shaking changes.The Justice League transformed into the Justice Lords, and with overwhelming strength, new rules began to be enforced.They divided the earth into different regions, which were ruled and managed by the lords.

The lords have the right to judge the prisoners they capture, which allows them to kill any criminals and foreign enemies in battle.When faced with powerful enemies from the universe, the lords will also work together to resist the enemy.

When the new system was established, that is, a year ago.As the last implementer of the old system and the culprit who almost brought war to the world, Lex Luthor was executed live in front of the White House by the justice lords headed by Lord Superman.

Batman knew clearly that Palmer's preventing Superman from killing Luthor only delayed the process, but did not dispel his rising thoughts.He doesn't think that such a system is a mistake, but Batman's face is slightly gloomy when he looks at the news reports on many different channels on the screen that are almost heavy-handed.What he worries about is whether Superman will lose himself in the feeling of power.

He still remembered that after Luthor was executed, when he returned home, Palmer rushed over and said to him with disbelief: "This is simply ridiculous, if it goes on like this, if someone in power, such as Superman, makes a mistake, who will Can you punish him?"

The author has something to say: I think killing Luthor should just be a trigger to accelerate Superman's transformation, pushing him to cross that line faster.