Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

"You stay in the Batmobile." The Laughing Bat ordered, "The night owl is too dangerous for you."

Jason sucked his lips unhappily. He just wanted to remind the Laughing Bat what he promised before, but Dick stopped him.

"We're partners," Dick repeated again.

"So we want to know what you're exchanging."

"...Okay." The Laughing Bat pinned an obsidian brooch on his neckline. This is a monitor. He transferred the signal to the screen of the Batmobile. "The signal may be affected."

Jason rolled his eyes—"Maybe?"

The Laughing Bat opened the door and left, his back unreasonably revealed a sense of fleeing, but this feeling only existed for a short while.

He walked out of the sight range that the Batmobile could see, and the monitor at the collar showed his presence all the time. The Laughing Bat hesitated for a moment.

He removed the brooch.

Bruce watched coldly: [Just because the night owl is dangerous? 】

The Laughing Bat made a rare frankness: [Besides... I don't want the children to see my real appearance. 】

[Even if this is just a false illusion. 】

The Laughing Bat understands that Dick and Jason are only staying in the past for a short time, but even so, he is almost paranoid and wants to keep these days. He knows that his children are real heroes, and He is nothing now.

He didn't want the little birds to see his cruel smile and the madness engraved in his bones. He really hoped that all of this would never happen. At this moment, he deeply hated his past self.

Why pull them into danger?

The Laughing Bat lowered its eyelashes, and his pupils shrank slightly.

The black mist spread out from the shadows silently, along the ankles of the Laughing Bat all the way up, the faintly blood-colored uniform covered the soft body, and the back hem condensed and dissipated in the air like a withered flame, The black high-top boots hit the ground one after another, making a crisp sound.

There was endless chill and coldness in his dark green eyes. The Laughing Bat had never treated any of his peers like this, but for Night Owl, a lunatic who might hurt Dick.

He didn't mind letting Ye Xiao be buried in the ruins along with his upside-down and misplaced world.

The Laughing Bat walked into an empty hall. The tall Roman stone pillars supported the vaulted dome. Night Owl had been waiting for a long time.

"Bruce." Ye Xiao looked up at the Laughing Bat tiredly and tiredly.

"Oh..." He was a little surprised. In Ye Xiao's memory, Bruce was still that timid little mouse, and a strong sense of absurdity came to his mind. "There is a world where my brother is like this."

"I'm not your brother." The Laughing Bat replied coldly, "Your brother died long ago."

There was a hint of news at the corner of Ye Xiao's mouth: "So I have Richard."

"Our deal doesn't include you coming to this world. There are so many similar worlds. You can find another pet." The Laughing Bat's voice has no emotion at all. Even with his current way of thinking, Night Owl's behavior It also far exceeded his bottom line.

In fact, he has already lost his bottom line, but the person Ye Xiao hurt was Richard Grayson from another world. The Laughing Bat also shot a bullet into Dick's head with his own hands. He watched those sky blue eyes gradually Lost his luster... He hated Ye Xiao, just as he hated himself.

Ye Xiao bluntly put forward his request: "I hope you will not interfere with my actions."

Where they didn't notice, Dick and Jason were quietly hiding in a hidden place. They didn't believe the promise that the Laughing Bat would wear a monitor at all. Sure enough, when they just took a few steps, the monitor screen flickered Black, no reaction at all.

They tiptoed behind the Laughing Bat. Due to the highest authority given to them by the Laughing Bat, the black mist wisely made way for them. Dick and Jason were surprised for a moment, but followed.

Then they saw the scene where the black mist condensed into armor.

Dick was about to rush up and yank the Laughing Bat out, but he held back, how much Bruce had been hiding from him—that was the question he wanted to know most.

who is dickHe is the one who has been with the Laughing Bat the longest. He has spent so many years in Wayne Manor, and he thinks he is the second person in the world who knows Bruce well - after Alfred.

Those abnormalities, those things that the Laughing Bat thought it was well concealed, for Dick, the Laughing Bat almost wrote a sign and hung it around his neck to show him his pain and despair, but he pretended that he didn't know anything. Didn't find it, and Jason might have found something too, but he didn't feel it as well as Dick did.

Since Bruce doesn't want to let himself know, then pretend not to know, Dick thought so at first.

But is he really a dead man?

Constantine's fanaticism, the evil creature exuding the breath of the abyss, the dark green pupils, the disappearing pulse, the pale skin... and the guilt that lingers on the Laughing Bat all the time and can overwhelm him.

He wanted to punch Bruce in the face more than once... what are you doing?He wanted to yell out the words, but he couldn't bear to burden Bruce any more.

Dick stared at the figure of the Laughing Bat. He felt that the figure was going into darkness, sinking deeper than hell, and he bit his lip lightly.

So what?He can't leave Bruce behind, and if Bruce is going to ruin, then he can also be the thread that pulls Bruce out of the abyss.

"I'm not that free." The Laughing Bat sneered, "As long as you don't come to interfere with my business."

Ye Xiao suddenly laughed, his voice was extremely cold, "You can't enclose territory like a puppy, you need my strength."

"Without me, there will be a lot more time to achieve your goal, and you can't wait that long."

"Let me guess...how long do you have? How long can your consciousness last?" Ye Xiao pushed the mask on his face, "You are going to die."

"How long can you stop me?" Ye Xiao unabashedly revealed his malice.

The Laughing Bat wasn't surprised at all, he didn't expect himself to be able to hide this from the owl, "You can wait for me to disappear, but how long can your world last?"

"So we reached a consensus." Ye Xiao stretched out his hand contemptuously: "You help me revive Richard, and I will correct that wrong world."

"The ultimate person probably can't wait to break my neck." The owl touched his neck, "I will tell you my actions."

"can."

"But before telling the story, you'd better let your schizophrenia return to normal, and if not, then press it deep in consciousness."

Bruce was a little confused: [He knows my existence? 】

【He judges that your existence will affect his plan. 】

[Self-righteous guy. 】Bruce sneered, he blinked indifferently: 【Do you want me to live on? 】

[We are always the same person. 】

He raised his chin at Ye Xiao, signaling Ye Xiao not to waste any more time, "I can guess what you are going to do. After Richard was killed by you, you thought you could get used to his absence."

"So you need a Richard, but a clueless circus kid isn't what you want from Talon."

The Laughing Bat paused for a moment: "It doesn't meet your ideal Bruce."

Ye Xiao clapped his hands indifferently: "So?"

"I don't care what you want to do—you can do whatever you want in this lord world, you can call your companions... I don't care if you catch the lord bat and role-play together."

"But stay away from my Robin." His voice was soft and eerie.

The Laughing Bat casually stretched out his hand, clasped his fingers on Ye Xiao's neck weakly, took a step forward, and warned Ye Xiao's ear: "Otherwise I will cut you into pieces, your Gotham, your world... don't try to challenge me, I do need you, but I don't have to."

The Laughing Bat tightened his fingers hard.

Ye Xiao stood there motionless, as if he wasn't the one who was about to suffocate. After a long time, he nodded subtly.

"Good boy." The Laughing Bat withdrew his hand, turned and left, leaving Ye Xiao behind, his figure was hidden by the thick black mist.

After the Laughing Bat left, Ye Xiao went straight to a direction, and there was no one there. He crouched halfway and groped the corner twice with his fingers.

"Interesting." He looked at the black monitor at his fingertips and raised his eyebrows.

"You're back!" Dick and Jason were nestled in the Batmobile, holding game controllers in their hands. They were concentrating on fighting, and the two virtual villains on the screen were fighting fiercely.

The Laughing Bat sat in silently, "Yes."

Guiltyly, he glanced at the two of them out of the corner of his eye, and he pinned the obsidian brooch on his neckline again, but Dick and Jason didn't even look at it.

"Over!" The game console made an ending sound.

Jason threw the handle away: "Do you think I'll accuse you of your actions?"

The Laughing Bat didn't look at him, but just picked up the game controller that fell on the ground, "I stick to my judgment."

Jason stopped talking, and angrily turned his head in the other direction, "I knew it would be like this."

Bruce spoke: [Apologies. 】

"I'm sorry that I let you down." The Laughing Bat moved his lips. He wanted to organize better words, but in the end he only left with a feeble apology.

"It's not necessary." Dick sat up from the chair, "I respect your approach, but let me hear the reasons for your judgment."

As he spoke, he pressed the communicator beside him.