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

Martha forced a smile, "That would be great."

Standing beside the Laughing Bat, Thomas extended the invitation just like in the past, "It's a nice day."

The Laughing Bat unconsciously blurted out, "Go to the garden."

His voice and Thomas' voice overlapped, and the father and son looked at each other, with a faint smile on the face of the Laughing Bat.

The arc of this smile is getting bigger and bigger.

"It never rains in Star City." The Laughing Bat opened the window and squinted his eyes to see the sunlight outside. He looked back at Martha and Thomas, and suddenly turned over and jumped out of the window.

Startled, Martha and Thomas rushed to the window and found the Laughing Bat waving at them with a mischievous smile.

Martha was a little annoyed and tapped the Laughing Bat's forehead with her index finger.

"This is my favorite rose." When walking on the way, Martha happily lowered her head and sniffed the right flower branches, "I never thought I could see them."

The Laughing Bat froze for a moment.

"I really want to know what we missed." There was a trace of pride in Martha's eyes, she looked at the Laughing Bat expectantly, "Ah Fu told us, but..."

The Laughing Bat inevitably fell into a trance. He actually didn't know where to start. Did it start with that wild Brucey baby?Or start with that desperate and cold Batman?

"Actually, I was very happy when I found out that this is Star City." Thomas said suddenly, "The Wayne family has existed in Gotham for too long, and I have been very worried that the name Wayne will bring you trouble after we die. .”

"Ah Fu is here." The Laughing Bat replied softly, "But..."

He stared at Martha and Thomas raptly, with an inexplicable emotion floating in his eyes, and the Laughing Bat couldn't describe what it was like.

Martha watched the Laughing Bat tenderly.

[This is my Martha. 】The Laughing Bat heard Bruce's voice, 【My. 】

He suddenly had an incredible impulse——

"I let you down."

The Laughing Bat whispered, "I chose to be a vigilante."

The golden sunlight shone on the Laughing Bat, but it didn't bring him any warmth. He glanced at the shadow cut by the rose branches, then slowly raised his head, and began to narrate as if accepting a trial.

"...In the end I destroyed that world."

The Laughing Bat succinctly made a conclusion. The courtyard was terribly quiet, only the air was flowing silently. Martha and Thomas had already stood aside. They knew that Bruce had a group of superhero friends, but——

Batman?

Why would their child choose to be Batman?

"I don't care about that." Thomas said with deliberation, "We left too early."

The Laughing Bat looked at Thomas in confusion.

"Memories will beautify the past." Thomas slowly touched the face of the Laughing Bat with his hand, "I know that in your heart we are all noble people, even idealists."

"Ideals like getting better than Gotham." Thomas paused, "I'd rather you were just Bruce."

Martha lowered her eyes, "How could we be disappointed?"

She leaned forward a little, and looked at the Laughing Bat with an extremely pity look, "Batman?"

"Gotham doesn't need Batman." There was a hint of hatred in Martha's tone, she hated the city that turned her Bruce into this, "If I'm still alive..."

She wants the city, everyone in Gotham, everyone who made Batman pay!

The Laughing Bat suddenly remembered a world he had been to before, where he was the one who was shot dead in the alley, and then Martha chose to become a clown because of too much stimulation, and Thomas chose to become a bat in order to stop Martha. Xia.

"I just hope you are happy every day..." Martha didn't finish her remaining words, because she knew that this was already a luxury for her child.

"Does it hurt?" she asked suddenly.

Then she shook her head, knowing that she asked a stupid question, "No wonder Ah Fu is always worried like that."

Thomas tried to make the atmosphere less heavy, "When I met Ah Fu, his hair was so thick that I was very envious."

The Laughing Bat blinked.

"This is all your fault." Thomas patted the shoulder of the Laughing Bat, "After decades, you have to apologize to him."

In the following time, they never mentioned anything related to Batman. The Laughing Bat tried hard to search his memory. Too much time had passed, so long that those memories seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, and He's trying to unearth the treasure beneath the dust.

He didn't quite remember those memories that belonged only to him, so he could only tell the story of Jason and the others. He told the stories of everyone in the Bat family, how they fought bravely and heroically, and by the way Justice League.

As some dusty memories surged up, the Laughing Bat suddenly found that those shaky anchors became stable again.

"I like them." Martha smiled warmly, and she gestured narrowly to a corner of the garden with her chin.

"Is that Clark?"

The Laughing Bat glanced at the corner, "He thought he was hiding well."

"He cares about you very much." Martha said with a smile, "After all, in his opinion, you have been talking to yourself for a long time."

"He is my love."

As soon as the words fell, the Laughing Bat heard the sound of something being crushed. He raised his eyebrows, and Clark poked his head out eagerly, "I may have heard it wrong."

The Laughing Bat waved at him.

"This is Martha and Thomas," he introduced Clark.

"Uh... hello?" Clark's eyes wandered in the air, and he became more and more worried about the mental state of the Laughing Bat. After all, he really didn't know what was going on in the Laughing Bat's mind.

The Laughing Bat laughed happily. His laughter was very clear. After finally stopping, he patted Clark on the back casually, "It's just a joke."

Shrugging his shoulders, Clark said he was fine with that. "You should be out in the sun more often."

"Okay, okay." The Laughing Bat pretended to push him impatiently, "Bruce Wayne needs a private space now."

He sent Clark away without mercy.

When Clark came back again, it would already be night, the moon was covered by clouds, and the courtyard was filled with a damp atmosphere.

"Are you still alive?" He squeezed the collar of the Laughing Bat, and said disapprovingly, "It's easy to catch a cold."

But he found that the corners of the Laughing Bat's mouth had always had an imperceptible arc, and Clark was a little surprised. He hadn't seen the Laughing Bat in such a good mood for a long time.

"Anything good?" He asked curiously.

"Reunion after a long absence." The Laughing Bat replied with a chuckle.

"And a farewell without any regrets."

Lord of justice.

Karl and Gray Bat maintained a weird balance, and the aggressive justice lords restrained those too harsh laws, so flowers and applause once again surrounded them.

"I want to know what you're researching." Carl sarcastically emphasized the word research, and he stared gloomily at the gray bat's back.

"If you can't keep quiet," Gray Bat hissed, "Then get out of my Gotham!"

Karl's complexion changed again and again, and finally he snorted coldly and found a place to float. No matter how long these words took, he could reflexively shut up—because of his high battle losses in the past.

Social animals are not qualified to speak in front of capitalists, but now I am a capitalist, he thought uncertainly.

"Can you not study this shit for a day?" Carl asked unbearably, "I assume that I am the villain in this story?"

Gray Bat absently agreed.

"Then why are you working on this damn quantum bomb?" His voice grew louder. "That owl wants to take his Richard to die, so what are you trying to do?"

"Take you to die together." Gray Bat said unceremoniously as he tapped on the keyboard with his head down. After several days of sleepless sleepless nights, his temper had reached its limit—and Carl just happened to He picked a time when he was most irritable to find something.

"You have to put this thing on Earth 0." After a moment of silence, Carl said quietly.

"That bat won't let you do that."

Gray Bat finally stopped what he was doing, and he fell into deep thought again.

The main world, the Fortress of Solitude.

Superman holds a cup of hot cocoa in his hand, and the cape behind him is still warm. He has just returned from a fire scene.

Batman took the cup of hot cocoa from him, and he took a sip—

"you!"

Superman smiled at him and blew on the bottom of the mug, which brought the temperature down to just enough to drink.

"Dick has been helping you patrol Gotham at night for a long time." Superman sat down beside Batman, imitating him and looking up at the stars, "What the hell are you looking at?"

"Calculate when these stars will be arranged in the correct position." Batman replied in a deep voice.

"Since when did you have a super brain?" Superman joked. "Calculating the trajectories of stars is a huge job."

"It's not a calculation in the conventional sense." Batman sighed, "It's a feeling."

He looked away, pressed his knuckles on his eyes, and complained, "This sucks."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Superman's red cape and wrapped it around his body, "Go and increase the temperature."

Ye Xiao once again rejected the communication from Ultimate Man, and Ultimate Man's frantic voice was cut off from the communication signal.

"Richard." He stroked Talon's hair.