Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

"This is not an ordinary curse. Your friend encountered great resistance when he came to this world. But he desperately resisted these resistances and came to this world forcefully."

The red-haired sorceress showed doubts on her face: "I don't quite understand, obviously he just needs to stay in your world. Why does he have to come? Is there something terrifying chasing you?"

David shook his head, without revealing too much information: "Then, is there any way?"

He held the wet cloth that had been removed from Bruce's forehead in his hand, looking very embarrassed.

Geralt's friend, a sorceress named Triss, also shook her head: "I can keep him in his original state for a while, but I don't know if it will work. I can't find a way to crack it for a while, his soul and The body is being stripped away little by little. I have never seen such a situation, if he can return to your world as soon as possible, perhaps this situation will be slightly alleviated, and his condition will also improve."

The red-haired sorceress placed something around Bruce that David couldn't understand.

He watched something like a magic circle flashing a strange light.

Then Bruce's breathing gradually became even, but he hadn't woken up.

...

The black, viscous breath seemed to have condensed into a liquid, dripping onto the ground drop by drop.

Then spread out on the ground and gather into various shapes.

David sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching the black breath flowing from his fingertips.

He has been here for a long time.

Under the guidance of Raven, he learned little by little these powers that he used to hate very much.

But he still couldn't create that vortex again.

These breaths are just like green light energy, which can be transformed into various shapes.But not alive.

Bruce's heartbeat and breathing were steady and strong in his ear, but he still didn't wake up.

David didn't know what to do for a moment, he could only push himself faster and learn more knowledge faster.

He learned a lot from Triss, and studying day and night allowed him to master a lot of magic, instead of relying too much on red gems.

He even secretly learned Geralt's Alder sign, which can use shock.And can directly freeze the enemy.

Including that he learned some simple transfiguration-like spells from Ye Naifa, a sorceress who had just arrived in Kaer Morhen.

He can turn into anything, but it looks like something that the black breath emanating from him gathers.

Likewise, he learned how to use the portal.But this only allows him to move between spaces, not between different worlds.

The arrival of Ye Naifa also brought him a piece of news that he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

The sorceress with black hair and purple eyes looked at him for a long time and said, "The curses on you and your friend are opposite."

Such words made David even more puzzled: "I don't quite understand what you mean."

Yennefer explained: "The situation of normal people may be the same as your friend, accepted by their own world, but rejected by some other different worlds."

"But you're different..."

Ye Naifa's purple eyes flickered slightly: "You are rejected by your own world."

"This means that if we can't find a way to go back for a while, maybe we can use your blood to cover up your friend's breath. Only in this way can the curse be deceived."

"What do you mean by being rejected by your own world?"

Jason sat on the sofa in the corner, staring at Nightwing with two dark circles under his eyes.Asked with a slightly complicated expression.

"It means literally. You have to ask Raven about this kind of thing." Ye Yi shook his head. In short, magic has always been something mysterious and incomprehensible to him.

He didn't think David understood what the dark-haired sorceress was talking about either.

After all, in the medieval world, the word curse was even more common than the word dinner.

Although David has rings and all kinds of gems in his hands, he is better at using firearms.He has a lot of rejection of magic.

"If you are rejected by the world, you will fall into a coma? But I have no such experience."

David frowned and shook his head.

"No, the world will try every means to force the people it rejects to leave. Of course, the easiest way is to die."

Ye Naifa looked at him strangely from the very beginning, she paused: "Simply put, this curse is actually the original sin."

"Anyway...it may not kill you, but it will bring you all the misfortunes."

She looked at the necklace around his neck, its orange gems gleaming.But she could feel the strong ominous aura emanating from the young man in front of her.

David's expression didn't change, it could even be said to be calm.

The scarlet eyes didn't even blink: "But he's in good condition now, isn't he? Anyway, his condition hasn't continued to deteriorate. I will find a way to go back before his condition starts to deteriorate."

Yennefer nodded and took a deep breath: "I hope. If anything happens, come to me."

"I didn't find Cilia. If she is here, maybe she can help you... Do you have any idea?"

"No."

David raised his hand: "The first door I opened, that world is probably the key. It is also possible that the power of other demons or Shazam is the key to opening the door."

He looked a little downcast.

But no one can help him, he can only rely on himself and try his best to explore.

The black-haired boy lay flat on the bed, with his hands flat beside him.Breathing is steady and powerful.It's just that his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if he was having a nightmare.

David raised his hand to smooth his brow, and squeezed his hand tightly.

I don't know how long has passed.

Things have not progressed for a long time.

Until one day, when the black breath overflowing from David's fingers converged into meaningless little whirlpools.

Bruce's heart stopped beating, still lying unconscious on the bed.

The movement of David's hand suddenly stopped, and the ink color shattered in an instant and then disappeared into the air.

He thought it should be his own illusion, but the familiar heartbeat never sounded again.

Disappeared suddenly, as if it had never existed.

David took a deep breath, but didn't even dare to look back at Bruce.

He quickly found Ye Naifa, and cut his wrist mercilessly with his protruding nails.

His eyes were the same scarlet as his blood.

David has been having doubts.

If he really had no choice but to choose this way.

Bruce can never go back.

He didn't want Bruce not being able to come home.

There are people out there who really love him.Alfred was still waiting for him.

But he couldn't do it.

No matter how many times he tried, he couldn't open that damned, loathsome portal.

The slender fingers kept trembling, blood trickled down the fingertips and dripped onto the ground.The wound has slowly healed.

David bit his lower lip and forced himself to look at Bruce, who was sleeping in a circle of pentagrams, circles, and triangles drawn by his own blood.

Forced myself to look at his pale and bloodless face, and listen to the almost non-existent faint heartbeat.

David had thought that he might be able to escape his world.To a world where no one sees him as an outlier, and where he can live well.

But never thought anyone else would pay for it.

What exactly went wrong.

He knew Bruce would wake up.

The price is that he will stay with him in this world that does not belong to him, forever.

He fears, fears, fears that Bruce, who is about to wake up, will look at him.

It's all his fault.

White light lingered in Ye Naifa's hands, and he was chanting words.

David could feel the flow of magic in the air, and Bruce's heartbeat growing stronger and stronger.

Finally, those cobalt blue eyes reopened with somewhat dazed eyes.His eyes circled around, and he quickly locked his eyes on David: "David!"

Bruce struggled to stand up and frowned quickly: "Are you okay!"

totally no idea…

David smiled bitterly.

He had absolutely no idea how to bring this up to Bruce.

But he still took a few steps forward quickly, restraining Bruce's struggle.Softly coaxing him to let him rest first.

Bruce laughed, letting David push him back.

"Great…"

He murmured: "It turned out to be just a dream, how wonderful it is!"

David raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion, "What dream did you have?"

A strange sense of absurdity suddenly spread in his heart.

"Not a good dream..."

Bruce shook his head, reaching up to touch his cheek.

The cobalt blue eyes shone with subtle light.

He said: "I dreamed that the power of Shazam teleported us to an unknown place."

"But you are unconscious. I have tried all the methods, but none of them worked. In the end, there is only one method left, but that method will make you stay in that world forever."

"Sorry, David."

Bruce shook his head, his expression was complicated: "I can't let you die, I want you to live. I can be with you forever. But it's great, fortunately it's just a dream, fortunately I don't have to be between Ah Fu and you make decisions."

David's hand on his shoulder trembled suddenly.

He opened his lips, wanting to say something...

But I found that I didn't know what to answer.

The world has never allowed him to choose between loneliness and meanness.

He can't let Bruce die, and the evil demon is hard-pressed to separate the Gotham princess from his butler.

Or the demon watched the princess die without mercy.

Even, if the unconscious person is a demon, the result is the same.

If the devil is alive, it will lead to the tragedy of separation between the princess and the housekeeper.

When the demon dies, a happy ending will be reached.

David lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse and ugly: "I'm sorry. But I'm afraid it's true, you'll never see Alfred again."

In the chaotic sky, he could not see even a faint ray of hope.

In any case, the world will find a chance to punish him.

This is his original sin.