[Comprehensive British and American] Skyfall

The power of little Bruce's voice was comparable to a sonic blast, and it was the kind that sent a ruthless blow to Sitheri's spiritual consciousness!

It was the first time for Siseri, who had never been attacked by anyone in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness in any form, what is called "what a painful realization".

He shouldn't have put Bruce Jr. unsuspectingly into the Sea of ​​Spiritual Consciousness!

The sea of ​​spiritual consciousness is strong and fragile, the difference lies in whether he is fortified or not.

—He didn't defend little Bruce.

Sisley felt that his head was going to explode, his ears were full of buzzing, his vision was blank, the power system he adjusted just now was completely out of balance, and even Karl in the folding space was almost awakened.

He vaguely sensed that someone beside him was talking anxiously, but now he really couldn't concentrate on listening to the other person's speech, and all his consciousness was focused on the unbalanced power.

If he can't control these powers, once he goes berserk, let alone Gotham, the whole world will be taken away immediately!

This will not work!

Jason and the others are still there!

Little Bruce knew that he had caused trouble, his little head was in a mess, and the corners of his eyes were red, almost crying.

But he can't cry!

The small ball of light shrank inward, floating quietly, making no sound at all, for fear of hurting the big brother who had saved him again.

Batman wanted to take advantage of this moment to take the female clown and leave, but Todd fixed him in place with a single sentence.

"The clown almost killed his brother, even if you take her away now, how sure are you that you can save her life?"

Batman:  …

He may not be sure.

This is a superhuman.

His intuition told him that this person was extremely dangerous.

Sisley wasn't worried about Jason and Todd, both of them had "shields" on them, even if Batman and the female clown joined forces, they wouldn't be able to hurt them at all.

The only thing he has to worry about is Carl and Bruce Jr.

He struggled to separate part of his strength to protect Carl, who was asleep again, and Little Bruce, who was trying not to cry, and then fully controlled his unbalanced strength to rearrange.

This is a delicate job, similar to identifying what they were before from 100 million mosaics, and classifying them one by one.

Many times, Sisley wished that she didn't have so many abilities, but... not only are there many, but they are also very complicated, and I don't know where they come from.

Alas, today's Sisley is also troubled by her incomplete memory.

From a bystander's point of view, Sisley is in a bad state right now.

The strength in his body soared, and he surged outwards crazily, and the floor under his feet was crushed into powder in an instant.Even if it is limited to a diameter of one meter centered on him, it is terrifying enough.

The mixed-colored energy particles of black gold and blue are like ocean waves imprisoned in a glass fish tank. They angrily want to break free from the confinement. usefulness.

Sisley was wrapped in energy particles, layer upon layer, tightly packed, and the dim lights in the church could not see through.

Todd couldn't see what was going on inside, and Jason obviously couldn't be woken up. The one next to him...

Come on, this one seems to be having an affair with a female clown, so asking him for help might be for nothing.

The anxious priest could only sit on the bench beside Jason, waiting quietly and praying to the Lord silently.

—May the Lord keep you safe, Amen!

Batman retreated to the side of the still unconscious female clown, squatted down, and simply checked her.

Thirteen serious injuries, two fatal injuries, seven broken ribs, broken hands, broken left leg...

still alive.

Only at this time will he be thankful that she has the Dionysian factor in her body.

He has nothing left to lose.

It took Sisley two hours to push all the unbalanced power back. This was the first time he lost his power. The consumption was a bit high and he needed to replenish energy.

It's as if he is very thirsty now and needs to drink two glasses of water to quench his thirst, but there is only half a glass of water in front of him, and he has to pick up the remaining glass and a half.

So the question came-

Where was he going to get the glass and a half of water?

Where will the "water" he needs be?

Sisley put this question behind for the time being, he pressed his throbbing temple, stood up with one hand propped on his knee, his brain still felt a little dizzy, but it would be healed after a while.

Todd hurried up to support him: "Are you all right?"

Sisley smiled at him: "It's all right, don't worry."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Batman who was on alert again, and miraculously found that he couldn't get angry, even though his power imbalance was caused by a sudden shock from little Bruce.

He thought: I may have been affected by something, and I will check after I go back.

He patted Todd on the shoulder and said, "Go and see the children, it's not safe here, we'll leave together at dawn."

Todd looked at Batman, who was not moving, and made sure that he could not pose a threat to Sissy, so he nodded to show that he knew.

The clown killed a lot of people along the way, and he didn't cover up his whereabouts. The church must have been exposed.According to the pissing nature of the Gotham villains, it won't be long before someone comes here to make trouble, they don't care if it's a church or something else.

Sisley always has to leave this world. Todd is one year older than Jason and has no professional training. Looking at the children and the safe room hidden in the ground, you can tell that this is not the first time he has rescued them. .He has touched the interests of many people, and staying here will definitely endanger his life.

Besides, why should he take the blame for the female clown?

Thinking of this, Sisley's face turned cold again, and he still wanted to kill her.

For the sake of her being Bruce's mother...?

Ok? !

He suddenly remembered the whole content of little Bruce's words——

Batman and Joker are Bruce Jr.'s parents!

Sisser looked expressionlessly at the Batman in this world and the female clown at his feet, feeling in a trance that this might be an illusion caused by his brain's dizziness.

How can it be?

impossible!

It must be his illusion!

#As long as I cover my eyes, I can't see anything#

#Human confusion#

Little Bruce huddled into a small ball as if whispering, whispering: "That's right...my parents..."

He had been in that alley for a long time, and the incompleteness of his soul made him forget most of his memories, but he remembered that even his parents wore clothes he had never seen before.Mom would often come crying to him in the alley, and Dad would come to Mom soon...they would always fight.

Little Bruce was a little sad, he couldn't persuade them, none of them listened to him!

Sisley, who heard it clearly: "...Oh."

Batman and the Joker...

Sure enough, the world has gone crazy.

Todd went to the basement safe room to see the child with a flashlight. Sisley sat where Todd was sitting before, reached out and touched Jason's head, organized his words, and looked up at Batman, who was facing an enemy. , decided to proceed step by step: "Well... I am a magic tester."

Batman doesn't quite understand what this sentence means here, is it to frighten him?

Before he could think it through clearly, the other party's next sentence was like a female clown picking up a hammer and smashing hard on his celestial cap——

"I found Bruce Wayne - the soul of your son, he is here with me now, do you want to see him?"

Thomas Wayne was dumbfounded.

Batman, praised by Cyborg for his superior intelligence, now has a blank mind.

His son... his Bruce...

Because of his incompetence, the treasure died ten years ago!

How dare he!How dare you deceive him with his treasures!

Thomas tore off the gas mask and threw it on the ground. His jaw was tense, and his bloodshot blue eyes stared fiercely at Sisley who said this: "What are you talking about?! What is 'finding'? took his soul'!"

No matter which world, no matter which Batman, it's the same!

Sisley felt tired, he was so helpless that he just wanted to sigh, and chose not to explain.

He directly uses the brain domain imagination projection to externalize, concretizing the little Bruce in the soul state, and at the same time endowing him with a temporary real existence.

Flesh and blood, temperature, heartbeat, and hunger.

The time limit is three hours, and you can't leave Sisley 50 meters away. If the time limit or range is exceeded, Little Bruce will immediately return to his sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

It can only be used twice a day, and it must be used again after two hours, just like the skill cooling time in the game.

This is the limit of what Sisley can do now, and his head still hurts.

——This is what happens when the waves go too far.

Little Bruce was still wearing the clothes he had when he was alive, a clean, blood-stained little suit, his father's steel blue eyes were big and round, his rosy face was still a little baby fat, and his breath even smelled of milk.

The eight-year-old boy tugged at the corner of his clothes shyly and nervously. He really wanted to throw himself into his father's arms full of security like before, but...

Why is his father looking at him like this?

He didn't even come to hug him!

Why not give him a hug?

Little Bruce, whose soul hadn't been completed yet, couldn't figure it out. He sniffed aggrievedly, and couldn't hold back his tears.He pursed his lips, walked up to his father with short legs, and stretched out his hands to beg for the hug he deserved: "I want to hug!"

——If you don’t give me a hug again, I’m going to make trouble!

Gotham's terrifying and ferocious Dark Knight suddenly took a short breath of cold air, as if he had just escaped from a fatal suffocation, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his hands trembled. The blood-stained sharp gloves were taken off.

But he didn't dare to hug him, he was afraid that all this would be another sweet dream full of poison and medicine.

Is his bluesy really back?

Bruce Jr. stretched out his small hand, slapped his father's thigh with a slap, and raised his face fiercely: "Are you really not going to hug him?"There is going to be trouble!

Thomas gritted his teeth tightly, and forced the moaning in his throat to swallow.

——That little hand is warm!

He half knelt down, stretched out his arms stiffly, and hugged his son so lightly.He opened his mouth a few times before he squeezed out from his hoarse voice the name he had yelled so heartbreakingly, but which was buried deep in his heart that he dared not touch: "...Brucie?"

Little Bruce, who got a hug, smiled happily. His beautiful steel-blue eyes seemed to be studded with bright stars. He didn't dislike the stubble on his father's chin at all. A sweet kiss fell on above.

The boy's voice was crisp and clear, like a ray of sunshine shining straight into the thick darkness: "Daddy!"

The man covered in scars shed tears silently, he bit his lips tightly, and choked all the pain and sorrow that had been soaked in ten years in his throat.

Go to the fucking hallucinations!

It's impossible to go!

This is his son!It's his Bruce!

Thomas hugged tightly the treasure he had lost for ten years, and he swore on his life that no one would ever take his bluesy from him again!

Although I really don't want to disturb this father-son reunion full of tears and warmth, but-Cisseri has to put the ugly words first: "Little Bruce can't be 50 meters away from me, he is only in his current form. It can last for three hours, and it can only appear twice a day, with an interval of two hours. His soul has been attacked, so he is crippled, and a large part of his memory has been lost—or, you can find someone who has been in contact with the soul level Magic test; or, if he stays with me, I promise to restore his soul."

"Since the war is going on and the magic tests that can be found are all empty, I suggest you choose the second one."

Thomas gently lifted the crook of Bruce Jr.'s leg so that his son could sit comfortably on his arm.

He looked up at the psychic who beat his crazy wife to the brink of death more than two hours ago, and brought back his treasure two hours later, with a complicated expression but full of gratitude: "Thank you !"

Sisley accepted his thanks, and went on to say: "Think about it carefully - I am not from this world, I am from another parallel universe, and I will leave in about two days. If you choose to hand over little Bruce to me , then, I will bring him back to my world, and I will send him back after his soul is completely restored. In addition, his body needs to be recreated, which cannot be done in your world, but I can."

Thomas was silent.

His son has just returned to his side, is he going to leave again so soon?

Bruce Jr. was not on the same channel as them the whole time. He stretched out his fleshy fingers and poked his father's lower half of the cheek not covered by the pointed-ear hood, and asked milkily, "Daddy, where is mommy going?" Already? Let's go find her!"

Thomas: "..."

Sisley: "..."

Batman, whose body was stiff again, glanced at the unconscious clown wrapped in his spare cloak at his feet, and instantly lost his ability to speak.

Sisley's headache was even worse: "I take back that sentence, it's 'you guys think about it', please communicate well."

For little Bruce's sake, he let her go.

I hope the Arkham of this world is strong enough, otherwise, he doesn't mind doing white work.