Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

He was imprisoned again.

Not a dark cell.This is a very comfortable room, even comparable to a five-star hotel, with an ancient history.

It's just that a chain made of N metal is locked on his ankle, and the other end of the chain is connected to the wall.

He cannot leave.

The range of motion is only the entire room.

N metal made him no different from an ordinary person, even weaker than an ordinary person.

David lay on the plush rug, eyes closed, waiting.

Batman and Nightwing left and went to Dr. Fate, where it was safer.

Alfred stayed with him at Wayne Manor.

Mr. Steward still has some follow-up work.

But Bruce would come back every day at noon, and chat with him.

David opened his eyes, checked the time on the clock on the bedside table, and closed his eyes again.

Almost... it's about time.

Sure enough, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The doorknob was pushed down, and a familiar figure walked in.

Instead of Batman's suit, he wore a more casual outfit.

Looks like it's a little closer.

David ignored him, still lying on the ground pretending to be asleep.

Bruce came in pushing a cart, a dining cart.

Filled with all kinds of food.

"Eat something, or your stomach will be overwhelmed."

Bruce's voice was low and full of magnetism.

He hesitated to pick up a bowl of thick soup from the dining car, half kneeling in front of David.

David ignored him, still turning his back to him.

Only a pair of scarlet eyes opened, looking at the scenery of Wayne Manor outside the window.

Bruce set the soup aside on the rug for a while.

He reached up and took David's wrist.

"David...wake up."

The deep voice carried a heavy sigh.

"Eat something."

David shook off his hand and sat up with his arms supporting his own weight: "Stay away from me."

Bruce didn't speak, just picked up the bowl on the carpet and handed it to him.

"Alfred made some lamb chops today, and some pies."

David sat silently in a corner, lifting his spoon to eat mechanically.

Thick white cream of mushroom soup is Alfred's forte, and he doesn't intend to waste food.

David lowered his eyes, avoiding eye contact with Bruce.

Bruce had already gotten used to his indifference, he just sat quietly in front of David.

Talk to him some days that David rarely responds to.

"Superman can't find our place...but he has allied himself with the leader of the Yellow Lantern Corps. He has completely changed..."

"Many people died in this war. Ollie, Ron, Captain America, Captain Atom, Black Widow, Black Canary..."

"Everybody's tired of it. It's almost over. It's been five years. Am I being stubborn? The world is definitely a safer place because of Superman, maybe dictatorship is the right thing to do? No , it shouldn't be, his high-handed policy is wrong, and we're going to win."

"...and soon you will be free."

There was a little smile on Bruce's face, he looked at David with relief, raised his hand to stroke David's face: "I will bring Damian and Dick back tonight, I want to give Alfred I'll take you downstairs for your birthday, okay?"

David slapped his hands away, and said nothing with a cold face.

There was boundless hatred in his eyes, and he didn't want to pay attention to Bruce at all.

"I'll celebrate Alfred's birthday, but I don't want to see you."

It's been five years.

imprisoned in this room.

He hadn't met anyone other than Batman, not even Raven, not even Alfred.

Batman, in order to keep him from being bored, brought him a lot of fun. The room was full of game consoles and books.

But that doesn't change the fact that he was imprisoned.

The time was so long that it was about to break him down.

He absolutely hated Bruce Wayne.

Bruce even showered him himself, he never let go of the damn chains.

It's not that he didn't try to resist, but he couldn't beat Bruce when he was restrained by N metal.

Every time he tried to wrest the chain from Bruce's hand, he was forced against the wall.

"Why don't you let me go?"

Those scarlet eyes looked at him with hatred.

"...Quickly, as soon as this war is over, I will let you go."

It's night time soon.

There was still a lot of food left in the dining car.

David didn't pick a food or two from inside to take to the compartment to microwave, as he usually does.

Instead, he sat on the bed and waited quietly.

He's waiting for Batman.

Batman usually doesn't break his word, if it's Alfred's birthday today, maybe the Raven will come?Will Tony come?

They will definitely take him away.

Or if they didn't come, he could beg Nightwing to bring the raven quietly.

The scarlet eyes stared unblinkingly at the clock on the bedside which kept moving numbers.

Seven o'clock, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten o'clock, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock.

He was a little hungry.

There was a throbbing pain in the stomach.

David stood up, picked a dessert from the dining car, and sat back again.

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock.

David thought Bruce might have broken his promise again.

The red eyes gradually closed.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up the next day it seemed to be raining heavily outside the window.

He was awakened by thunder, and white lightning pierced the sky outside the window.

David pulled himself up, tired from sleeping so late.

He glanced at the clock beside the bed, it was long past the usual time for Bruce to come, but Batman wasn't here.

David pinched the bridge of his nose and asked wearily, "Am I so tired? He's already been here and I didn't hear it?"

[No, he didn't come. ]

Nightwing replied.

It's kind of weird, not quite Bruce's way.

But the dining car does seem to be still where it was last night.

Usually Bruce would push one in and give away the one from the previous day.

David's doubts didn't last long, and soon there was a knock on the door behind him.

David breathed a sigh of relief, without even turning his head: "Are you an hour and a half late today?"

But the footsteps were not Bruce.

David turned his head in doubt, and met a pair of blue eyes full of sorrow - it was Ye Yi.

With the fast food marked M in his hand, he looked at David silently.

David suddenly felt a tingle in his temple, how could it be Nightwing?

what happened?

Is it... Bruce dead?

David stood up silently: "Bruce... what happened?"

Ye Yi's whole body was already wet from the rain, water droplets flowed down his hair, his jaw line flowed down a little bit, and dripped to the ground.

There may be other things mixed in those liquids.

David saw the redness of his eyes.

Dick took off the mask on his face, turned his head sideways and closed his eyes: "Alfred... is dead. He was brutally killed by Victor Zas last night."

David's pupils shrank suddenly.

He had seen that Alfred was dead, and Superman ordered Zas to kill Alfred just to get Batman's hiding place.

It was he who was blinded by his hatred for Batman, and he forgot to remind Batman.

Damn, how could he forget this.

David took a few steps forward and put his arms around Nightwing: "Sorry, I'm sorry. This shouldn't have happened to Alfred..."

Dick buried his face in his shoulders.

It didn't take long for David to feel a wetness on his shoulders.

They are family.

Even if there is no blood relationship with each other, they have a deeper bond than family members.

He sighed, anger welling up in his chest for no reason.

He hated Superman, and he hated Batman for not letting him kill Superman.

He raised his hand and stroked Ye Yi's wet hair.

It may be that the food Batman asked him to buy has fallen on the ground,

Complicated flashes flashed in David's scarlet eyes, and he asked, "Batman...is he looking for Zas?"

Dick nodded slightly, and said in a muffled voice: "With Damian, Damian threatened him that if he didn't bring him with him, if Damian found Zas first, he would kill Zas without hesitation. .”

"Damian..."

It's been five years: "Damian should be an adult..."

"He's even about your height. Last night, he was ready to show you off his new suit..."

"I'm sorry, I think if I hadn't been chained here, I'd have rushed out like Damian. Kill Zas, kill Superman." David lowered his head to meet Nightwing's puzzled gaze.

"Superman? Why?"

"Didn't Batman tell you? It's easy to guess that Superman ordered him to kill Alfred."

David sighed: "He wants to know where you are."

"How did you know?!"

Nightwing frowned and looked at him: "Will Batman tell you this kind of thing? No, he doesn't have time to come to you at all."

"I heard."

David had to lie, shaking the chains around his ankles: "But I can't get out."

Dick took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "If it wasn't for him, he would definitely imprison you..."

Maybe Davide will come in time.

There is no one in this world who is his opponent, unless it is San Gong or a troublemaker.

"Do you understand it?"

David looked at him expressionlessly: "Let me go, let me end this meaningless war."

"I can not..."

"Think about Alfred, maybe Damian or Bruce is next."

Scarlet eyes waited for his response: "Is it really worth the sacrifice of so many people in this war?"

"Bruce is going to run into Superman. That guy will fake his sympathy and condolences, and Bruce knows that it was Superman's order that he made Zas kill Alfred. He'll just watch Superman clumsily What if you don't punch him? If so? Bruce and Damian, are you still alive?"

"No, the rest of the Justice League will stop him..."

Ye Yi's voice was a little emboldened.

"Really? What if Superman misses? He will act more sad than anyone else, no one will even condemn him, everyone will say, it's Zas' fault, it's Batman's fault, it's no wonder you."

"just like before."

Dick was silent and crouched down.

His fingerprints unlocked the chains that bound David's ankles.

David looked at him and curled his lips.

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