Bat family's cub is lost

The craftsman picked up the pocket watch, which has been worn by the owner for some years. No matter how much it is cared for, the case will inevitably become scarred and pitted. "If you believe me, I can help you repair this watch in the future, and make sure it will be as good as new after it is finished."

He opened the pocket watch, and the hands inside had already stopped, stopping at 17:32:56 in the afternoon, and on the other side was a yellowed photo.

In the photo, there are three people, Barry the Flash, and Thomas Wayne in Batman clothes standing side by side, and a young man who looks like himself is standing in front of them with a smile.

Is this something that actually existed?maybe.When he changed the timeline and falsified the past, in order to prevent loopholes from appearing, some things changed accordingly.Just like the Wayne family never had Palmer Wayne, just like the pendant that Barry handed to Bruce after the Flashpoint incident became a pocket watch, and the photo inside changed accordingly.

"Scared?" The craftsman looked up at Batman.

Batman: "Afraid of what?"

"Maybe I'm a super super old monster who's lived a long time." He blinked and grinned a little strangely, "To stay alive, to stay young, who knows what I'll do? "

"Such as taking a bath with a girl's blood?" Batman moved his wrist, and his armor cracked. If he dared to answer yes, he would punch him from one room to another in the next second.

The craftsman pursed his lips, and said unhappily, "You really can't take a joke." He rubbed his face, and put on a more serious expression before Batman shook his fist again, "Okay, your I agreed to the request. It’s just a story, there’s nothing hard to do, isn’t it?” He shrugged, “But we’ll have to wait a while.”

Batman followed his eyes and looked at the girl who had been unconscious since the demon was expelled from her body. Her face was covered with fine freckles, and her skin was no longer so fair. The departure of the demon took away her extraordinary charm .

"Don't worry, she's fine, the only side effect may be to have a few more nightmares." The craftsman said intimately, "If you want to ask her about the demon-possessed willingness and other children and girls, then I will I'll tell you about the pocket watch."

He waved towards the door, and the clothes discarded by the girl outside the door clattered down and piled up on the girl.Immediately afterwards, he drew a circle around the girl with his fingers out of thin air, a passage appeared and swallowed her in, then quickly closed and disappeared without a trace.

"That's good," the craftsman clapped his hands easily, picked up his own belt that was thrown on the bed together, and tied it back. After working for a long time, he seemed to remember that there was another person in the room.He raised his smiling face to hide his embarrassment, "It's still early, do you want a cup of hot tea, and drink it while talking?"

In the Batcave, I thought that something earth-shattering would happen, such as someone intending to invade the earth, someone wanting to destroy the world, so the three little birds, who were waiting in front of the bat computer and monitoring Batman's movements all the time, looked at each other.

"That's it?" Jason was puzzled at first.

Dick tried to show respect to his old father, "Maybe it's just a tactic, and this suspect doesn't seem to be the real culprit of the serial murder case, so it's not appropriate to beat him up."

"Wow, I don't think so."

"I also find it a little strange," Tim turned his chair, "but according to the feature comparison analysis, there is no similar object in the computer database. According to his current appearance, the childhood photos deduced are the same as the simulated parents' appearance. It shows that there is no such person."

"Maybe something has happened," he subconsciously rubbed the armrest of the seat and said, "Magic, witchcraft, divine power, there are countless things that can confuse people's minds in the mysterious side that we don't know, we have to think about the worst .”

"Of course." Dick shook the phone in his hand, "I'm contacting people I know to see if they have some clues."

Tim: "I've already set up the program. When any of us stops heartbeat, the news of the enemy's response will be sent to all existing heroes within the reachable range."

Jason's face was dark, and he stepped on the bar of the stool before landing on the ground. Dick and Tim were already pressing on his shoulders, forcing him to sit on the stool obediently.

"Get up," he clenched his fist impatiently.

"Let's go together." Dick said unquestionably, "I won't leave you alone this time."

A pot of hot tea, two silent people.

The craftsman retreated in defeat, "Okay, okay, stop staring at me, it's really scary." He put the pocket watch on the table, "I'll tell you everything I know."

"Am I a time traveler? At first I wanted to watch a live version of Shakespeare's plays, but when I found out that the timeline had been changed, I was really shocked." He scratched his face, "As for the devil if--"

Batman interrupted him, "You haven't finished yet," he stared at the artisan, "You're avoiding the story of what happened at that time, why?"

"Because it's not a pleasant thing to remember, the endless artillery fire and war, and the constant death of companions," the craftsman breathed a long sigh of relief, with a gloomy look with his eyes downcast, "but those are all in the past, now World peace isn't it?"

"Then I thought you might be able to answer my other question by the way," Batman asked calmly: "For a while, including now, I found that some things did not match what I remembered. For example, my parents, They were supposed to die in front of my eyes when I was eight years old, like Barry, who was supposed to lose his mother. Does this have anything to do with you? What is the impact?"

"Maybe it has something to do with it. The occurrence of the flash point is equivalent to creating another world on the original timeline due to a deviation. The fluctuations caused will inevitably affect the past and the future. Restore it to the original growth track The same is true, there is a certain chance that it will have an impact on the past and the future.”

The craftsman supported his head with a tired expression, "The memory problem you mentioned may be the impact of the flash point. Two different developments are merged together. People with high soul strength, such as superheroes like you, are likely to There are two different versions of memory in your mind at the same time. Whether this kind of thing is good or bad depends on how you understand it.”

"Also," he yawned weakly and continued, "You don't need to repair your scars, anyway, those don't exist anymore, do they?" His voice slowly slowed down, "Now you have a perfect Family, little money to spend, both full-time and part-time jobs are great, isn’t that good?”

"you know me."

"Yeah, after all, Thomas and I are comrades-in-arms, isn't it normal to go and see his children?" The craftsman has turned his back to Batman and is nestled in a chair, "What else? Questions to ask?"

There are many questions, but it seems that there should be no results.

Batman put both hands on the table, tapping his fingertips on the tabletop, his gaze, which is said to be able to extinguish Superman's heat rays, was fixed on the craftsman's back, making one wonder if he would throw a batarang over in the next second Give this guy who refuses to cooperate a lesson.

"Why Gotham."

"It is undeniable that Gotham was a city of crime a few years ago, and the strong malice has always attracted the devil. Just like that girl, because she was unknown at the ball, she hoped to exchange with the devil to make herself beautiful, you If you check the information of other dead people, you will find that they all made oaths to the devil intentionally or unintentionally."

"People don't believe this, they just think it's a joke, but the demons who hear it will take it seriously. Maybe this story tells us, and the trouble comes from the mouth?" He twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's not funny, is it?"

The craftsman knew what Batman was going to ask next, so he simply answered together, "I'll go find a few old buddies in the future to deal with this matter, and I won't come to Gotham again if I have nothing to do, is that okay?"

"Oh, that's right," he did slowly, reaching into the passage that appeared out of thin air and groping for a long time before he took out a pure white feather and handed it to Batman, "Please accept this, Just treat it as a gift for an old friend, and in exchange for those messy gadgets you put there, I will choose one to keep."

Batman didn't answer, "What's this?"

"Angel feathers, you can see it as a kind of blessing," the craftsman said with a smile, "I wish you peace and happiness forever." Eyebrows are curved, and the lakes in the pupils are shining. A normal-looking young man.

"Stay away from that big bat!" Three birds descended from the sky, the smallest one was between the artisan and Batman, the big blue bird and the big red bird were on the left and the right, one wielding a stick and the other a crowbar. The deputy wants to give the craftsmen a lot of energy.

The pure white feather in the hand of the craftsman fell on the table due to the sudden attack, and was blown to the ground by the wind brought by the attacker, stained with dust.

"Oh, oh, it's so dangerous, I was taken aback," Dick and Jason's attacks came to nothing unexpectedly, and the attacked object appeared in the shadows in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall, patting his chest. The deputy queen looks scared.

The expression on Jason's face under the mask was extremely unhappy, "You playboy," he threw the crowbar aside and took out his knife, "Let me see what else you can do."

"Red Hood, stop." Batman stopped him, and stepped forward resolutely, blocking all the birds behind the wide bat wings. "If there is nothing wrong, I hope you can leave Gotham immediately."

Maintenance, and fear.The little birds who knew him knew very well that Batman was deeply afraid of this strange guy.So they looked at the craftsmen with inquiry, vigilance and hostility.

The silence spread for a moment, and the craftsman bowed imitating the hat-off ceremony, hiding all his expressions under the bow, and then said in a laughing voice: "If you bother me, I will take my leave. Don't you bother?" Too nervous, go back and have a good sleep, everything will go on as usual, and it will get better and better." He fell backwards into the instantly opened passage, and disappeared without a trace.

Dick: "Who is he?"

Batman: "A very dangerous guy." He then looked at a few birds with blown feathers, "I remember I said that you are not allowed to follow."

"During the monitoring, you seem to have been under some kind of spell." Jason crossed his arms, and said with a barbed voice: "I thought that even the old bat was infected with Bruce's sweetheart, and even had the idea of ​​eating all men and women."

"Compared to those newspapers, you're definitely not the first to say that," Batman said indifferently, the spikes looking like fluffy fur to him. "Every time Bruce adopts a kid, the papers will write about how his private life is getting more and more chaotic. And poor Batman will be singled out, saying he has fallen out of favor, and President Winn may cut off his funds at any time support."

Jason lifted the mask to reveal the part below the nose, made a vomiting appearance, stuck out his tongue, and looked disgusted.

"Put it on," Batman said, bringing the mask back to him.His eyes swept over the three little birds one by one, "Since you're here, check it out before you leave, and remember to explain it to Penny when you get back."

"I thought you would believe his words." Jason never forgot to poke his old father.

"No one can be trusted forever, let alone someone who no one knows the truth about."

Dick raised his hand, "Then let's get started," he yawned, "God knows, I have to get up early tomorrow."

The three little birds scattered to each room, leaving the living room and study room to Batman.Looking around, his eyes fell on the feather lying on the ground.He walked over, picked up the feathers, lightly brushed off the dust and looked at it for a while.Perhaps because it was considered a physical evidence, he carefully put it into the vacant slot of the belt.

After all this was done, Batman called up the surveillance, and four of the five monitoring and positioning devices he placed on that person were damaged, and the remaining one only had a positioning function.Where is the location located, Los Angeles?

The interior decoration of a cheap rental house in Los Angeles is very warm. The craftsman is huddled in his small bed, lying on the big bear doll and looking at the locator in his hand.The locator, which is no bigger than half a thumbnail, carries a warm temperature, and the person on the other end is constantly transmitting his coordinate signals.

"That's all I can do," he laughed suddenly, holding the locator in his palm, covering his eyes with his arm.Outside the window, owls could be heard cooing, cursing, beating with sticks, and cries for help could be heard from the side alley.

The craftsman lowered his arms and turned his head, as if looking through the wall to see the situation in the alley on the other side.

The woman with makeup put her bag in front of her body and was surrounded by a group of gangsters, crying and pleading, "I'll give you money, I'll give you all the money," she poured out the contents of the bag in front of the gangsters, "Please, let me go."

But it's not that easy, a few gangsters approached the woman with sloppy laughter, trying to tear her clothes, and some people reached out to pull her hair.

"It's so noisy." The craftsman snapped his fingers with a cold face, and a passage appeared under the feet of the gangsters on the other side, directly connecting to the prison of the police station, and it was delivered with one click, which was convenient and fast.

He hugged the big bear tightly, and was about to fall asleep in the hope that he might have a good dream today, when there was a knock on the door again.The craftsman covered his ears, determined to pretend he couldn't hear.

"Why didn't you open the door, little friend? As soon as I felt that force, I knew it was you."

The author has something to say: There is no such thing as a lost horse, which is different from directly modifying the past and tampering with memory.