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

The mercenary found a dilapidated safe house, and he casually kicked away the dusty garbage on the ground.

"Knife—" He touched his back in a hurry, heaved a sigh of relief, shook his head, and looked straight ahead, "I didn't forget anything this time."

He pointed the tip of the knife at the throat, and when he was about to stab it down, he quickly put down his hand, and with an extremely serious gesture, he shook his index finger towards the empty front.

"Brother... I am not committing suicide, but a necessary effort for the finale of HE." He thought for a while, and continued, as if he was afraid that the person he was explaining to would not understand, "I am dead." You can’t lose it, but for others, especially those without superpowers, you only have one life!”

"It's not advocating suicide." He muttered, stabbing down his throat hard.

"Fuc...beep!" He got up from the ground like a normal person, "I forgot to bring the token."

The mercenary carefully pulled out a pearl that Tim had saved for him before, and he held the pearl tightly in his hand, killing himself again.

"It's right this time." He obsequiously bowed towards the void exaggeratedly, "I'm here to attend your appointment, and do other things along the way."

After finishing speaking, he resumed his carefree look, stepped into a small boat on the river bank, and rowed comfortably with his oars. The Styx River is no different from ordinary rivers to him. Anyone who comes It is necessary to keep one's mind here to avoid being confused by the dead, and this has long been commonplace for mercenaries who have experienced countless deaths.

When the boat reached the middle of the river, he put away the oars and swung his hands on the oars, and a cluster of pale flames burned.

He gripped the pearl tightly.

"God..." He looked at the river bank, which was full of people of all kinds. These people came here because of the Laughing Bat. The mercenary swore that this was the most he had ever seen.

"Green Lantern, Cyborg, Aquaman, Wonder Woman, The Flash...Alfred stands at the front." These people are all what they looked like when they were alive, wearing their most decent clothes, in the world of the dead, All pain is gone.

The mercenaries counted one by one, and he swallowed with difficulty. Before that, he had no idea of ​​the people in the whole world, but now he has, and it is very intuitive. People who are familiar with the Laughing Bat silently He stood in the front, but there were enough of them. When he found that the two figures could not be found, the mercenary stepped into the River Styx without hesitation. His characteristics allowed him to step on the boat of the living, He is also allowed to set foot in rivers that belong to the dead.

He trickled slowly to the shore.

"Hi," Diana said softly.

The mercenary greeted her with a heavy heart.

"We thought it was Bruce." There was some complexity on her face, "I've never seen you, who are you? Why did you give us such an illusion?"

"I'm here to work for Red Robin." He replied honestly, and Barbara's eyes lit up, "Is he okay?"

"It's good." He said absent-mindedly, "You can leave now. If there is no accident, you will never see him here."

Diana smiled and shook her head, "I don't want to see Bruce here." The people behind her gradually became active. The world of the dead is always boring, and it's good to have something to do.

"Tell me what you need." Hal said briskly, and the Flash stepped forward, not to be outdone, "I can help you too."

Everyone else has made a commitment.

"Have you seen Thomas and Martha?" the mercenary asked with his head tilted.

"Oh..." Diana hesitated, "Is there anything you can do with them?"

The mercenary opened his palm, and the round pearl was shining softly, "Is it a pity after all?" he said uncertainly.

Hal looked at him steadily, "Isn't it hospice care?"

The mercenary didn't answer this question. He pawed at the people who approached him twice, "I haven't chatted for so long, or I'll be resurrected later, and I'll commit suicide again."

A dignified lady came out from the crowd, behind her was a polite gentleman, when seeing this lady, everyone made way for her.

"This is my pearl." She took the pearl from the mercenary's hand and rubbed it between her fingertips. "What can we do?"

Ah Fu stepped aside in silence.

Thomas also nodded at the mercenary, "What is he like now?"

"You can see for yourself." The mercenary made an inviting gesture, "I can take you back for a short time, but you will still come back in the end."

Thomas and Martha looked at each other, their eyes were filled with surprise, "That's great!" Martha had an extremely beautiful smile on her face.

"Excuse me..." Ah Fu said suddenly, but he stopped after only saying a few words, "It's nothing."

Thomas patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Then let's go." The mercenary seized the time, and a huge suction appeared behind him. The moment this suction appeared, he quickly grabbed Thomas and Martha.

"Normal people can't see you." The mercenary crossed his legs and said to Thomas while talking on the phone, "Is it Sherlock?"

"Doctor Strange," Steve replied angrily, "Is there business?"

"Yes, send two souls to another world."

Doctor Strange was taken aback for a moment, he stood up abruptly, and opened the portal. Before the mercenary's mouth shape changed, Doctor Strange had already hurriedly arrived.

"You actually did it." Doctor Strange looked at him with a complicated expression.

"I have the back door opened by the goddess." He waved at Doctor Strange, "Now I'm going to comfort my angry lover."

The mercenary sighed and sent a bullet into his temple.

"God!" Martha exclaimed, Thomas was startled, and they looked at Doctor Strange in disbelief.

"Your son is much crazier than him." Doctor Strange replied blankly, he made a lot of mysterious gestures, and countless golden lights fell on the two souls in front of him.

"Protection." He explained.

"When he is resurrected, you will return to the world of the dead." Steve gestured to the twisted corpse on the ground, "so hurry up."

Before he could wait for the two souls to react, he pushed them into the world passage.

**

Martha looked sideways at Thomas, then at herself, they were floating in the air in a state of spirit, "Is this Bruce's home?"

"Not decent." Thomas shook his head helplessly.

"That young man has done his best." Martha smiled tolerantly when she saw Clark taking care of the flowers and trees in the garden.

They sneaked through the wall, Dick was playing a game, Jason was busy in the kitchen with his back to them, only Tim was special.

Tim took off a piece of red cloth from his face, which was very distracting at first glance, and he threatened the person on the other side of the phone in a good mood, "Half the assets."

Thomas raised his eyebrows in surprise, "That's Falcone's voice."

"This is not good." Martha pursed her lips disapprovingly, "I have to talk to Bruce."

"I need a bag of mints!" Jason poked his head out from the kitchen. He saw Martha and Thomas, and he froze in place.

"What's wrong?" Dick asked out of his busy schedule.

"It's nothing, Bruce is still in the bedroom, right?" Jason took a deep look at them, then pretended nothing happened, "A bag of mints!"

Martha smiled quietly, and they walked up the stairs. After Jason's reminder, it was no longer difficult to find Bruce in the huge manor.

The Laughing Bat is writing something.

Martha stood there motionless, watching the Laughing Bat intently, and tears suddenly came out of her eyes.

Tears trickled down from her eyes.

"My child," she murmured.

The Laughing Bat heard the sound, he turned his head slightly, and was stunned the moment he saw Martha and Thomas.

A long time has passed.

The Laughing Bat suddenly came to his senses, and he dodged backwards, as if trying to hide himself.

Martha approached him precariously, and put her trembling hand on his forehead, "Bruce?"

The Laughing Bat stood up stiffly, "I...mother? Father?" His voice was full of disbelief, and he couldn't even form a complete sentence under the intense emotion.

Thomas stared at his child in pain, he didn't dare to imagine what Bruce had gone through to become like this-dead and weather-beaten, his child looked more lifeless than the dead.

Martha was already sobbing and unable to speak, her shoulders were shaking, she didn't understand, with the wealth of the Wayne family, how could her child live like this?

She remembered the secretive ways of the dead that Bruce had known.

Martha lowered her eyes, and she hugged the Laughing Bat tightly. The soul has no temperature, and she couldn't feel the body temperature of the Laughing Bat. This made her realize that there was nothing she and Thomas could do. That's how Bruce grew up on his own—

The Laughing Bat patted Martha's back helplessly. He looked at Thomas for help, and when he didn't get any response, he turned his gaze back to Martha again, "Don't cry..."

Martha was sobbing intermittently, and she stared carefully into the eyes of the Laughing Bat, "We are really a pair of incompetent parents, leaving you alone."

Thomas held the Laughing Bat's hand, "I'm sorry."

"No, to this day I am very grateful for what you have left for me—the things that have guided my life."

"I'm sorry." Martha apologized with a choked voice, "These years..."

"I'm doing fine." The Laughing Bat said gently, bending his eyes.