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

This is so sad, Tim thought, the existence of Batman has become a matter of course in the eyes of Gotham people, but even he has never thought about it, does Bruce sometimes not want to be Batman?He knew that Bruce had always been good at adding negative words to Batman, but when he saw such a Bruce, he still felt a great shock.

"I..." Tim tried to speak again, but he found that he didn't know what to say. If it was another symbol, even little Bruce on the rainy night when he was eight years old could find a starting point, but now?

What should he say?I know you don't want to be Batman, but there's no other way?

Bruce looked a little lonely, he smiled, but didn't express any negative emotions, but Tim suddenly felt uncomfortable,

He desperately wanted to do something.

"Can you come with us?" Damian asked, pursing his lips.

Bruce shook his head slightly, "I'm different from them."

"Who are they?" Tim took over from Bruce. "Did someone make you have to stay here?"

He stood up straight and looked around the surrounding environment. Those weird and terrifying things showed their sense of existence all the time. When Tim set his eyes on them, they would squirm excitedly.

Tim only took one look, then looked away, and he said sincerely: "This place is terrible, any normal person will go crazy if he stays here for many years."

"They are all kinds of me you see. There is no Batman part in my personality, and I don't want Batman to disturb me. No one asks me to stay here. It's just that it can be quiet here." Bruce said in a low voice .

"You mean those clean ones?" Damian raised his chin haughtily, indicating the never-ending struggle and crimes on the streets of Crime Alley. Just as they were talking, several people fell down. Crime Alley is more exaggerated than reality.

"Only here can I be Bruce Wayne," Bruce explained.

"But you don't look like that." Damian sarcastically, he is probably the only Robin who hasn't seen Batman's depression, so this image makes him feel extremely resistant-his father doesn't It should be like this, "That's also yourself!" He snapped.

"Who knows?" Bruce's voice was drowned out in the rain, and Tim and Damian could only see his lips move slightly.

Tim put his hand on Damian's back warningly - Damian was a lot taller than him when he grew up, and the action of putting his shoulders became laborious. He didn't think that in this treacherous situation It's a good thing to prod an obviously out-of-the-way Bruce, not that Bruce's going to get mad at them or something, since he saw Batman sneaking a crowbar behind his back so Jason wouldn't find out he put it down Heart.

The danger of their journey comes entirely from unknowable pollution, not Bruce himself.

Tim bit his lip anxiously.

Follow your heart.

Another reminder of myself appeared in my ears again.

Tim couldn't help laughing, maybe sometimes you need to act on intuition?But this is difficult for members of the bat family, and they will start to analyze and predict without knowing it.

Tim took a deep breath, it's okay to lose the bet, he still has a trusted brother to rely on - so he reached out and grabbed Bruce's wrist confidently, and pulled it hard.

"?"

"Stay with us for a while," Tim ordered.

Bruce froze for a moment, he stood silently beside Tim, sneaking a glance at Tim from the corner of his eye.

"Are you angry?" he asked cautiously.

This made Tim feel a little fresh. He looked at Bruce a little funny. Bruce, who is a representative of a single emotion, can always surprise him. You bastard, Bruce's moral bottom line seems to be a lot higher?

And it became easy to talk.

He made a serious face on purpose, his jaw line was tense.

"Don't be mad," Bruce said softly, "You can stay as long as you want."

Damian snorted coldly, he glanced at the two people mockingly, turned his gaze away because he couldn't bear to look directly, and subconsciously touched his waist, he decided to do something serious, so as to relieve this aggrieved feeling by the way.

He found nothing.

"..." Damian took off the universal belt around his waist in disbelief. It should be ashamed of being called universal. This thing only has an appearance that is barely hooked to the universal belt, and there is nothing else.

With a dark face, he dangled in front of Bruce's eyes with his universal belt.

"Of course I don't know what's in your belt," Bruce said matter-of-factly, "I just remember it looking like this."

Damian turned his head speechlessly, and he began to look around for things that could be used as weapons, but only the damn old gun was still standing in the corner.

He reluctantly walked over to pick up the gun, "Where's the other me?"

"Wait until the next heavy rain." Bruce looked up at the sky, "Soon."

"You're reenacting your own death." Tim stared at Bruce in shock and anger, his face pale: "I thought it was because of Damian's problem." He swallowed the rest of the words.

"Like I said, I don't remember how many times I've died." Bruce casually spread his hands and tapped his toes on the ground with Xianxin, "When there are enough deaths, it's no different from eating and drinking , to be honest, it bothers me less than the bad weather."

Bruce flicked his sleeves, trying to lighten the water-absorbed fabric, "I hope the rain will stop, although I haven't seen a sunny day yet."

"Ah, it's time." Bruce stopped his useless efforts, squinted his eyes and glanced into the distance, "I have to leave first."

Tim takes a step back incomprehensibly, and Bruce acts as if he's eating a meal at mealtime. "You're going to bleed, so you're going to be in pain, too?"

"Of course." Bruce looked back strangely, wondering why Tim would mention such an obvious fact.

Damian sneered, he raised his feet, and followed behind Bruce, the death scene was not far from where they were, this time he even had the opportunity to watch another self babble, just like there are always various characters in old movies. Like some kind of idiot villain, he didn't react to the scene, and watched indifferently as his other self fired the first shot, cutting Bruce's pretty face.

"I have to kill you..." Damian heard the other party say this with satisfaction, he raised his shoulders wearily, and stretched his arms.

He showed a malicious smile, his white teeth were exposed, the corners of his mouth were wide open, and his dark green eyes were full of anger.

"boom!"

Damian raised his arm calmly, and shot his other self in the jaw without hesitation, "You should wear a full face mask."

After the gunshot, all the sounds stopped abruptly, and even the pouring rain stopped in the air for a moment. Damian ignored Bruce's reaction, and he went straight to his other self, looking at the bloody man exposed outside Face, he showed a smug smile.

"Look, the rain has stopped." Damian casually dropped the gun in his hand in a statement of fact, and walked to Bruce with light steps.

"Listen!" His expression was distorted for a moment, and it looked a little funny with that mature face, and he roared loudly: "That's not your son!"

"So you could have killed him a long time ago!" Damian quickly calmed down and declared in a Damian-like tone.

The devil boy's usual arrogance - Tim didn't even realize what Damian was doing, it was too insane, wouldn't he have a little psychological barrier when he shot it?Facing a face exactly like her own?No, Tim tried to save his chaotic thinking, he rubbed the center of his brows in pain, "Dami..."

Then he received a familiar, Damian look of disdain.

Tim suddenly became enlightened. What's so magical about this?That's Damian. Damian will not be surprised at anything. The last time he drove a bat plane worth billions of dollars to hit a young man who was possessed by Sannomiya. After the report, he poured himself three cups of coffee angrily, and this time Damian just killed an illusory self.

Just kill yourself.

Tim gritted his teeth to convince himself, but he had already made Damian's arrangements clear in his heart.

"Let's go." Damian arrogantly stretched out his hand to Bruce, clenching his five fingers into a nice shape, "There is nothing shameful in wanting to be accompanied." He tried his best to say in a natural tone: "We have enough time .”

Tim's mouth twitched again.

"Okay." Bruce raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, his eyes seemed to be soaked in a smile, "If that's the case, let's go to another place."

Damian nodded slightly, "Also in Crime Lane?"

"Yes." Bruce hesitated, "Here too."

The environment around them changed rapidly, the sky seemed to have been changed out of thin air, from gray to black, so dark that there was no light, no stars, and the decayed buildings instantly turned back to brand new appearance.

Tim looked sideways—it was a theater, and their current position happened to be at the back door of the theater.

The faint sound of music, carrying the unique retro meaning many years ago, opened the small door as an emergency passage, and a family of three walked out talking and laughing, but the smiles on their faces suddenly froze, as if Wearing a stiff mask.