Bat family's cub is lost

Dear friends who have never met:

First of all, I still want to thank you for the gifts you have given me over the years, which have supported me through the most difficult time.Even though I knew early on that they didn't come from my parents, or were simply entrusted by my parents to a friend, I'm still grateful.

Alfred made me not have to endure pain and loneliness alone, but your gift told me who didn't know the truth at that time, my parents had expectations for me and deeply hoped that I could grow up happily and become a better person people.It gave me a strength, a drive to turn the pain into a drive to try not to let other kids suffer the same way.

Of course, sometimes I still blame myself for not being stronger, and for this reason I have strengthened my physical fitness and fighting training.Injuries are inevitable in training, and my penchant for imitating difficult [but cool-looking] tricks made me get injured more often.

For this reason, Alfred always looked at me with concern.I always felt like he was worried about me doing something unwise, like going out with a mask on to punish evil.

I don't think I would do such an irrational thing.Even if once I saved a girl from the gun with the fighting skills I learned, it really made me feel like a new life, as if indirectly saving my helpless self, I clearly understand that I have more important things do it.

Personal heroism may become a beacon, a wayfinder.

But what I want to do is to provide an environment where good people don’t have to be forced to do evil, children who wander in petty theft can have the choice to become good, and evil people can also be punished as they should.

Hope you will agree with me.

——Bruce Wayne Bruce put down his pen and put the written letter into the envelope, opened the drawer on the right hand side and put the letter in.There is already a thick pile of letters like this that cannot be mailed in the drawer.

He moved his hand holding the pen, stood up and walked to the window, watching the scene of heavy traffic under his feet, the afterglow of the setting sun fell through the glass and left an orange light shadow on the ground.Compared with when he was young, the atmosphere in Gotham has improved a lot, and the number of pickpockets, robbers, and gangsters has been decreasing year by year.

But still not enough.

Bruce Wayne rubbed his brows. Those difficult old men in the company, the big families in Gotham who were entangled in the shadows, and the greedy high-level government officials all gave him a headache.

Oh, by the way, there are also those strange criminals who appeared out of nowhere - the Riddler, the Penguin, the Scarecrow and the Clown. Tricks, and always bump into him intentionally or unintentionally.

Then intentionally [he was sure it must be intentional, because one time he swung his fist without touching anyone, and the smiling clown fell to the ground with an ah. ] in front of him without a fight, and all kinds of bragging about his strength that he deserves to be that Bruce Wayne.

Thanks to their "blessings", the image of Bruce Wayne, the new leader of the Wayne family, who has both business talent and extraordinary skills, outstanding character and courage, has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of Gotham citizens.

Bruce sighed deeply, forcibly raising his prestige was helpless.He doesn't dare to attend the banquet alone now, because after a banquet, there will always be more than one girl trying to send herself to his bed in various ways.This made him feel that he was being raped. Well, in short, it didn't feel very good.

In a rental house not far away, "I'm tired of dealing with those guys, look at my clothes," the doctor showed the black windbreaker on his body to the craftsman, "I draw a line on my clothes every time we meet, Just in case you forget, did you know that this dress was originally brown?"

"I know, of course I know." The craftsman sitting at the table raised the book in his hand, and the pages of the book were filled with red and black marks, black means encounter, red means killed, "I have used five such notebooks."

The doctor walked around the room a few times, "Calm down, now let's sort out the existing clues in our hands." He pulled out a blackboard and drew a solid circle on it, "Assume that this is what caused those guys to come here The reason," he wrote on it - Cataclysm, "is the clue we have from the Cybermen, a cataclysm that caused the two universes to meet, possibly in some large, large-scale battle A large space-time rift has appeared."

He drew a line leading out, "But some beings who would not have left their original place have also come here, so the scope of this disaster must be very wide." One line after another leads to all the lives they have been to, the blackboard Soon it was covered with dense lines.

"What kind of war can achieve this level?"

"Wow," the doctor shrugged, his brows drooping, "Like a time war?"

"Let's continue to analyze, where did we just say?" He quickly changed the topic, and then drew a circle on the upper left corner of the blackboard, "Yes, there is still silence, we have not been able to get any information from any alien life we ​​encountered. Knowing the specific situation of the disaster, combined with Silence’s obsession with making certain things silent forever,” the doctor’s voice became softer, he took a half step back and looked at the picture he drew, and then slowly moved the point representing Silence straight connected to the original solid circle.

He opened his mouth wide, and slowly turned his head to look at the craftsman, "They are preventing someone from telling the truth about that disaster? But, why?"

"I don't know," the atmosphere in the room became extremely heavy, and the craftsman looked at the strokes on the book, "If that truth is worth Silence's action, then it must be more serious than we think. But then again, here It’s not the universe they were originally in, and even this still prevents the truth from being revealed, which shows that their goals may have changed.”

The craftsman stood up and went from behind the table to the blackboard to pick up the chalk, drew a circle at the bottom and connected it with the circles representing silence and cause respectively.

"Because of us." / "So it is!" He and the doctor said in unison.

"In order for us not to bring the truth back so they will definitely act again, and it must be in the near future."

"Of course," the doctor took over the words, "the sooner you proceed, the sooner you can keep things within a controllable range. I think they must have started the layout very early, and even the ones we caught may just be the ones they used. A target to divert attention."

It would have to be an obvious trap, a trap they would still jump into even if they knew it was a trap, and he just knew the timing.In the city he couldn't let go of, there were many celebrities, and if they were caught by a net, the whole city might fall into chaos, and at the same time, the people he cared about most would appear there.

He knows when.

The craftsman's voice was slightly cold, "Bruce Wayne's birthday party, a big day for Gotham celebrities, is an excellent venue for the layout. That is, tomorrow night."

The front of the Wayne Hotel was crowded with luxury cars. Celebrities who were rarely seen in the past rushed to attend the 21st birthday party of the powerful person in the Wayne family. 21 years old is a watershed, Xiao Chu said, it only means that you can drink freely in the future, but if it is placed on the heir of the Wayne family, it means that he will further enter the upper class of Gotham and attend various banquets banquet.

Friendship with, or marriage to, such a young but decidedly brilliant heir is a no-loss business.That's why the old foxes in Gotham also ran over smelling the smell, and came to exchange cups with a junior hypocritically.

As the host of the banquet, Bruce needs to carry out all kinds of interpersonal communication, which makes him deeply tired and has to take the opportunity of a girl rubbing against him to pour himself a red wine, and then leave temporarily as an excuse to change clothes.

"Uh, sorry, it was just an accident, I thought no one was here."

Bruce was taken aback by the man who jumped in from the balcony, but he calmed down quickly and continued to pretend to be frightened and leaned against the wall, his hand now touched the gun he had hidden behind the cabinet. "That's not a good, convincing reason. So what's your business here, to steal?"

"No, of course not." The doctor tidied up his clothes, frowned and took off a few leaves from his hair, and then smiled kindly, "I just heard that a group of dangerous elements brought their ideas to this It was at the banquet, so I sneaked in to take a look."

"It's all my friend's fault. He has better skills, but he is unwilling to change jobs with me." The doctor raised his eyebrows, "You also think he is a bit too much."

"I think you are making excuses for your burglary and talking nonsense." Bruce fished the gun into his hand and pointed it at the doctor's head. "Trespassing on private land, I can shoot you directly."

"I thought this was a hotel?"

"Yes, Wayne Hotel," Bruce hooked the corner of his lips, "and I'm Bruce Wayne, so it's okay to say that this is a private territory."

"Rich man," said the Doctor, shaking his head exaggeratedly, before immediately becoming serious, "You're Bruce Wayne? That's great, listen, I hope you can believe me, because we don't have that much time up.

"The leaders of a mysterious organization are called silent creatures. They have a magical anti-memory function. Once you leave your sight, you will forget their existence. In order to keep some things completely silent, my friends and I They're the ones they're trying to silence because we might be spreading some dangerous secrets."

He looked down at his clothes anxiously, his new shirt was still clean, which was good, it meant he still had time. "But obviously, we are stronger, and we are not so good at being kept silent by them, so they prepared some baits," he pointed to Bruce, "and you, all of you, who came to this banquet are all those baits!"

The author has something to say: What about Sunny Bruce?