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

"I've always wanted to see what you look like when you grow up, Damian." Bruce stared at the face covered by the mask, and he pressed his fingers on the back of Damian's head, opened and took off the bat hood organ.

"Whoa," Bruce said softly, "You really look like your grandfather—not that old guy Rashogu."

Bruce's eyes stopped on Damian's face. His outline was tougher than his own, but he could find traces common to the Wayne family, but he looked great, better than he imagined.

"I never thought I'd be able to watch you grow up." Bruce said with a pun, eyes lowered.

"I died once." Damian bluntly revealed the taboo between them. His death once left a shadow on everyone, especially Todd. Doing things, for a long time he would wander inadvertently outside Todd's safe house.

Damian frowned, and he roughly interrupted this abnormally warm conversation, "But I don't remember my memory ever going wrong, so what the hell is going on here?"

Bruce laughed lowly, "I don't know, but the moment I got hit by the bullet, I thought it was finally over."

"But it didn't." Bruce looked quietly into Damian's green eyes, "It's just the beginning of another nightmare."

"Please allow me to speak for Baby Robin." Tim raised his hands begging for mercy, indicating that he did not hide any weapons and would not hurt Bruce, "Damian has always been with me, although it sounds It's disgusting, but we've never been apart for months."

"Who knows." Bruce said inexplicably, he raised the corners of his lips frivolously, "Maybe I'll be dead by then, and everything after that is just a dream."

"Maybe your memory is wrong." Tim cautiously probed, "Can you tell me what happened?"

Bruce gave Tim a strange look, and said vaguely: "I was killed in Crime Alley, twice."

The expression on his face showed pain, but he was also a little confused. This confusion flashed past, and then disappeared without a trace, leaving only a suppressed calm.

twice?

This killing must not be a real death, he stared at Bruce's thin and haggard body, "Damian shot once, what else?"

"I've died too many times." Bruce smiled slightly. "I know how all Batmen die. Interestingly, most Batmen don't die just once."

Tim was at a loss for words, and he felt more and more confused, but he did feel horror and pain from this understatement. Death is never a peaceful and instant thing. It means deep despair and long loneliness after death.

Not to mention their bizarre ways of dying.

Tim chooses not to ask about the deaths, but he has to bite the bullet and ask in order to gain information from them, "Did the two happen in Crime Alley?"

"No." Bruce looked into the void, "It's just me."

"It's just me dying here."

Tim frowned, never taking his eyes off Bruce—Bruce?

"Are you Bruce?" he asked.

Bruce looked at him in surprise, as if he didn't understand what he was asking.

Tim carefully observed Bruce's temperament, and he gradually became aware of the problem. His seemingly fragile body was about to burst in the next second. Tim originally thought it was the unreality caused by repeating the death scene, but now it doesn't seem to be the case .

It was a lazy and unrestrained temperament, emanating from the bones, with a taste of cynicism.

The curvature of the corner of Bruce's mouth gradually became more obvious, and he became more and more passionate. He looked down at Tim: "You know."

"Only you are Bruce Wayne." Tim sighed, relaxing every muscle in his body.

"The first death was when Jozier killed you. Since then, Bruce Wayne is no longer just Bruce Wayne, but what happened the second time?" Tim thought hard, Bruce Wayne couldn't die Both times, Batman has been around since that night.

Bruce put his index finger to his lips in a hissing motion, "It's a secret."

Two deaths, grown-up Damian, Bruce Wayne, guns... Tim felt like there was a thread that would tie all this information together, but he couldn't catch the crucial thread.

"Why are you obsessed with the existence of Bruce Wayne?" Bruce gently pinned Tim's drooping hair behind his ears, "Everyone knows it's a mask."

"Are you talking to yourself like that?" Tim said without looking up. "Come on, we both know that's not the case."

He only now understands what is going on with the things he was talking about in another world. This trip to the inner world is simply a journey to explore Bruce Wayne. Not to mention that there will be no shadow Batman leading them all the way to avoid risks, it is estimated that they were killed by him with a crowbar at the beginning.

Tim sighed again, and began to complain from the bottom of his heart about how difficult Bruce was, but now he had to use all his brain cells to figure out what Bruce was thinking, to parse what Bruce was like, but really It was surprisingly difficult to do this job.

Bruce's character?Everyone can say what kind of personality Batman is, dark and suspicious, but those are Batman's intentions to show it outside, and what kind of personality is Baby Bruce?Passionate and slutty?

Tim tugged at the end of his hair irritably, he found that he couldn't dissect what the real Bruce Wayne was like, he hid himself too well.

"Your second death was because of me." Damian blinked. "I can't seem to deny that I killed you. That bullet destroyed your personality?"

Tim wanted to retort, but didn't know where to start, but the idea was ridiculous.

The expression on Bruce's face was extremely strange, he clapped his hands abruptly, "Then?"

Damian's pupils shrank, "You compare two deaths."

"That's not really the case." Tim is acutely aware of the point, "and Batman can't be born again."

"Laughing Virus!"

The idea that lightning strikes Tim's head, that each death symbolizes a complete change of personality, is the answer - he becomes the Laughing Bat.

How could Damian allow him to be tainted?Tim knows that the clown gas is just an introduction, and the real reason is the indescribable pollution. Damian obviously does not have this ability. He clutches his stomach, feeling that one mystery after another is coming, and he has little information. Only a layer of tulle on the surface can be uncovered.

What is this Bruce obsessed with?

Tim racks his brains, he needs to find this obsession with Bruce, now it seems he just can't accept Damian shooting him?No, it's not that simple, all the Robins have fought Batman, Jason has done more than Damian, Gotham was almost destroyed that night.

"You want to live." Damian's eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his eyes, staring at the small area under Bruce's feet, "and I deprived you of the opportunity to exist."

For the first time, Tim finds that his vaunted intellect doesn't work, and he thinks with disgust that he's not even as useful here as Damian is.

Damian glanced at Tim. He saw the familiar self-loathing on Tim's face. He wanted to laugh at the red robin who walked into the dead end, but after some consideration, he decided not to let this The idiot went on complaining about himself.

"Don't make plans, Drake." Damian said in a deep voice, "Remember? We are special, follow your first thought, or follow your intuition."

Tim was taken aback.

He is indeed the Robin who is most like Batman, and it is this thinking mode that limits him. In reality, this is an advantage, but in the inner world where everything acts according to the heart?

There is no logic, no rules.

He just needs to act according to the Bruce he knows, Tim smiles wryly.

He quickly cleared up his mood, "Pollution is irreversible, and Damian doesn't have the ability to pollute you, but the second death can only be a maniacal laugh."

Bruce looked at Tim with a smile. He didn't speak, but he didn't express negative meaning either.

Bruce's subconscious was eager to be understood, Tim thought hard, the proof that Bruce was willing to stay here and listen to them dissect him, he decided to chat with Bruce more after he went out, it was like visiting an empty-nest old bat.

"You are the divided soul." Damian opened his eyes suddenly, "I awakened him?"

An inexplicable anger rose from the bottom of Damian's heart. This anger had been suppressed for a long time, but now he was so angry that he was almost going crazy. He paused every word, and said clearly: "How long have you been here?"

"Let's go back to the original question." Damian's voice was as cold as ice, "Who is this Damian?"

He squeezed his fist restrainedly, "It's the person from the previous world, which you call the main world."

Damian grabbed the thread and connected everything together—the dying birds all came from that future, that Damian destroyed his own world by himself, and joined forces with Luther through his own cleverness. , Fate made the worst joke with him, he thought he could get back on track by killing the Laughing Bat.

A downright Oedipal tragedy.

He knew what this Bruce wanted, he was a symbol of something that could be called weakness, he wished that nothing had happened - a complete denial of the past.