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

Damian moved his body uncomfortably, and Bruce stopped him softly: "Don't."

"Although one way to heal a painful memory is to face it." Tim said cautiously: "But I still don't agree with this."

"Actually, you can just say it straight." Bruce smiled, "Don't treat me like a glass man."

Tim's eyes dodged for a moment, and the expression on his face was a little erratic: "I only saw reports in the newspapers, did this happen before?" After he finished speaking, he realized that he had said something stupid, Bruce's memory Of course you can't go wrong.

Bruce nodded, "But I take the perspective of a bystander every time."

"Reminiscence is a very magical thing. When we reminisce, we are watching from the perspective of a third party. It is like the soul is pulled out. Only the **** is still in place, and the things that have happened are unreal. Like someone else went through it."

"I abandoned everything about Batman." Bruce stared at the couple, and said inexplicably, "Bang-boom! Then there was the sound of pearls falling to the ground one after another."

"Would you say there is a universe without Batman? Without the Joker? Without superheroes and supervillains, where everyone is normal?"

Tim rubbed his fingertips nervously, "There will always be one in the multiverse, and everyone lives a happy life."

"Happy..." Bruce mumbled the two words with his head down, "but as far as I know, never."

Tim realized that this was a secret that Bruce had been hiding for a long time, he stared at Bruce's face without blinking, cold sweat dripped from the back of his neck, he pretended not to care, "From a scientific point of view, this There is a possibility."

"It seems that you don't know." Bruce's eyes were strange, and a strange look flashed across his face.

"Is there something I'm missing that I should know?" Tim's toes twitch uneasily, but his voice still sounds calm.

"There's a Batman in every universe." Bruce paused, "to use an inaccurate analogy, just like there's a law of physics in every universe."

"But it doesn't have to be Bruce Wayne, but there must be a Batman." His smile also became weird, "Do you know why this is?"

"We've all been through a time where I got shot and my dad became Batman and my mom became the Joker and the world was supposed to be wrong, but I really Loved that world—what do you think happened afterward?"

Bruce didn't wait for Tim to answer, and said to himself: "It was erased, and it was forced back on track, just as you remember."

"Even if Bruce Wayne doesn't exist, Batman still exists. Why? Gotham needs Batman? The world needs Batman? Why do they all choose to be a bat?"

"You've all been Batman too." Bruce lowered his eyes and moved his fingers nervously, "but Batman means misfortune and pain."

"So why would I create such an identity?" He stared directly into Tim's eyes, as if looking for an answer in it.

Tim shook his head stiffly and with difficulty, "But I guess if the first Batman wasn't you, then I wouldn't be able to take over as Batman either."

He kept observing the expression on Bruce's face, and said slowly: "The same goes for other people."

Bruce rolled his eyes emotionlessly, "Thank you."

He took the lead to look away, and the conversation with Tim gave him a sense of solidity, like a big hole in his heart that had been filled for a long time. From the time Tim and Damian entered Crime Alley, he was already happy, even though He was not aware of this feeling himself, but what was the use of it?He couldn't and couldn't keep them here forever, for the so-called great plan, his existence was a mistake.

"Come back to business." Bruce said frankly: "I want to experience it again from another perspective."

When Tim and Damian blinked, they found that the scene in front of them had changed. The little gangster with the gun looked extremely tall and hideous. Tim calculated in his heart that Bruce's current height probably just passed the catastrophe. Bandit's waist.

A hug too tight to breathe.

The sound of a violent heartbeat.

Familiar and nostalgic perfume smell, and subtle trembling.

"Bruce..." Martha prayed softly, calling Bruce's name as if it would give him courage.

"I've been here, Mom," Bruce replied calmly.

"My dad was begging them not to hurt me," Bruce said to himself. "He pulled out his wallet and told them there was an insurance company that would pay for it, or even pay for everything."

"They're all good people, but I've robbed them of their future because I'm scared of the movie that was shown, I'm scared of bats."

"It's all my fault." Bruce seemed to be condemning himself to death, "I made Batman come into being, and I let them be killed."

Together, they watched the muzzle of the robbers flashing fire, and watched them pick up Thomas' wallet roughly and terrified, and run away without looking back.

Tim and Damian find themselves transformed back to their normal forms, especially Damian, who has returned to his original form, and the Robin uniform is back.

Tim knew it was time to part, they hadn't really done anything but Bruce was willing to let them go.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Bruce blinked narrowly, "My wishes have been fulfilled."

Tim was silent, and after a while, he crouched down.

"Can these pearls be picked up?"

"can."

He lowered his head to pick up two pearls, and handed one to Damian. Damian took it silently without saying a word, and hid it in his Robin belt.

"Jason is still waiting for you outside." Bruce tilted his head, "Go back early."

"Yeah." Damian had already left Crime Alley immediately, Tim patted the wrinkles on his clothes, and he followed Damian through the fog.

He still didn't want to understand what they did, and there was a trace of Bruce's words. Damian spoke abruptly while walking mechanically.

"What are you thinking?"

Tim stopped abruptly, and he stayed in the dangerous fog, watching Damian dangerously.

"tt" Damian flicked his tongue impatiently.

"We were not attacked."

"Obvious."

"But you don't look surprised at all."

Damian narrowed his eyes contemptuously, "Because it's not necessary, Drake, you haven't figured out what he needs until now."

Tim stared at Damian in silence, sweeping him carefully from start to finish like he was meeting his brother for the first time, and sighed in frustration.

"Go ahead."

Damian puts his hands in his pockets, "Because he really doesn't want anything else, I even think he hates Batman a little bit - it's weird to say that, but that's how he feels to me, he thinks he never Not seen, never seen with family and friends."

"He thinks he's the real Bruce Wayne, and no one has ever figured out what the real Bruce is like?" Tim asked awkwardly.

"I don't know what caused this personality, but obviously, he is very satisfied if someone can talk to him and accompany him for a while. When I was still in the Assassin League, I read my father's confidential files. The data shows that the night his parents were shot, there was violence in Gotham."

"The streets were full of wounded and dead people, so he stayed alone in the crime alley for a long time, until the body had no temperature at all, and it was not until late at night that the riot was suppressed, and no one found him."

Damian closed his eyes slightly, "So I guess he just hoped that someone, whoever it was, wouldn't leave him alone."

"..." Tim covered his face with his hands, covering the look in his eyes, and Damian didn't intend to embarrass Tim, so he looked away, "Since we entered his inner world, every time The revealing sides of the personality are those deeply hidden and never exposed by the father." His voice sounded extremely complicated.

Tim let go of his hand, and he couldn't help but look back, but it's a pity that Crime Lane has been covered by fog, and he can't make out the direction.

"He's always been very good at punishing himself with other people's mistakes." Damian was silent for a moment, his anger still rising. "The other me better be dead." He said angrily.

No one spoke anymore, and they all walked in silence. The fog that disappeared as soon as they touched it became surprisingly thick. They walked for a long time, but they still couldn't find the entrance, let alone meet Jason.

They had to admit that they were lost.

"We should rest for a while." Tim rubbed his eyes wearily, and sat on the ground gracefully, "If we had found the right direction, then this meeting should have gone out long ago."

Damian closed his eyes and meditated without speaking, but he suddenly caught some strange sounds from the air.

"Drake." He lowered his voice and kicked Tim in the shin.

They stood up and groped towards the source of the sound. They were not sure that the owner of the sound must be kind, but they were more willing to see a living creature than a dead silence. There is not a smooth path in the mist, but It is all kinds of complicated terrain. Judging from the road they have traveled, they are going all the way down, as if they are walking towards a canyon.

Tim carefully tied the climbing rope to the cliff, "It's just below."

Damian stopped listening again, he was stunned, and asked Tim hesitantly: "Do you feel that this voice..."

"Go down and have a look." Tim smiled wryly, and jumped towards the bottom of the unfathomable canyon.

He landed on a flat stone platform cautiously, stopped Damian behind him, and carefully moved towards the bottom of the abyss.

"Wow." Tim sighed blankly.

"Meow?"

When you stare into the abyss...the abyss makes a "meow".