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

As the last sound of the name reverberates in the air, time is stopped in an instant, a few beams of light come in from the Gothic windows, fine dust floats in the beam of light, and gray clouds drift by. Leaving again, the library was eerily quiet.

The ice-blue eyes are more like the deepest blue of Lake Baikal than the color of the sky.

There is always a cynical smile in those eyes, or they are as cold as a stone.

A handsome face, slightly curly hair...

That vague shadow was outlined—

"Bruce." Clark blinked sadly, and the old world that had been erased appeared in his mind along with the name.

Diana took two quick breaths, "I want to let him know the price of treating a goddess like this."

"Oh...God," muttered Dick, covering his face in pain, "How could I have forgotten him?"

He barely raised the corners of his mouth and grinned, but the expression on his face would make anyone who saw him feel sad, "What did he do?"

Dick looked at everyone expectantly, his eyes lingering on Jason's face for a while, until Jason avoided his gaze, "Sorry."

No one knows what the Laughing Bat did in the final stages, it was a secret kept by the Batmen of all worlds, he undid fate, broke the shackles that imprisoned every Batman, every world, but as The price, he lost everything, as the one who controls all the worlds, he can rewrite all tragedies into happy endings——

Except for himself.

Fortunately, he can completely erase his own existence. In this way, many hearts will not be broken because of him.

He watched the birth of the new multiverse with eerie lucidity, watching himself and Papetua dissolve with equanimity.

"Success." When the last starlight appeared, the Laughing Bat said softly, but no one would respond to him anymore.

With great satisfaction, he smiled and closed his eyes.

But the Laughing Bat never thought that when he regained consciousness again, he would appear alone on a park bench, and when he stared blankly at the sky, a smear of red was flying over his head.

He decided not to bother those people.

"I don't think the story should stop here." Naia muttered, this is a wonderful enough curtain call, but it always feels like something is missing when it ends here.

"Ok."

He pulled the corner of his mouth, a subtle smile appeared on his face, "You will live."

"As our kin—"

"We'll watch you forever, until the day—"

"Is he still alive?" Jason asked, "No, does he still exist in this world?"

Jason felt that every muscle in his body was terribly stiff, so that when he reached out to read the records of the Wayne family, his fingers trembled slightly. He pursed his lips into a line and quickly turned the file to the last page.

"This record only ends when the Wayne couple moved out of Gotham." Jason closed the tome heavily, "Little Red."

Tim didn't need Jason's reminder, his fingers were dexterously dancing on the keyboard, "I found out that Thomas and Martha were knighted in England, and they never succeeded in having a child."

"Where's Ah Fu?"

"Ah Fu..." Tim glanced across the large information flow, "Just like in our memory, Thomas saved him, the difference is that he didn't become a butler, but was in Buckingham Palace. High position."

"It seems that Ah Fu said before that he is the queen's servant is true." Dick was thoughtful.

"I believe my father is still alive." Damian said suddenly after being silent for a long time. No one refuted him, and no one wanted to admit that there was another possibility in this world.

"If he's still alive." Jason pushed open the window, and everyone's breath was slightly choked.

"Gotham." Jason cast his gaze out the window, "Let's turn it upside down."

Dick deftly sneaked into the police station, and after telling Gordon the name of Bruce, Gordon issued orders to the police station to mobilize all official forces he could to find Bruce.

Together, Tim and Damian went through the safe houses that used to belong to the Laughing Bat, but they now looked like ordinary houses and businesses.

Jason thought for a while, put on the holy priest's attire, and knocked on the door of Arkham Asylum, "They need to hear the voice of their father." After speaking, he knocked the guard unconscious.

Diana and Clark searched every corner of Gotham.

"Where else could he go?" The Laughing Bat hunt was finally over, and they gathered at Dick's safe house again, everyone looking disheartened.

"That's Batman after all." Clark laughed sullenly.

"Do you think it's possible..." Tim whispered, "We shouldn't be looking for Batman, but Bruce Wayne?"

After speaking, he dialed a number.

"This is Pennyworth, is there anything I can help you with?"

A somewhat old but always elegant voice sounded on the phone, and Tim hastily pressed his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose twice to relieve his sore nose.

"Ah Fu..."

"This gentleman?"

"I'm Tim." Tim smiled briefly. "I wonder, where should we go if we want to find Bruce?"

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a while.

"Oh...Master Bruce." Ah Fu's voice trembled slightly, "How dare he—"

Ah Fu hung up the phone in a hurry, he wiped off his stiff suit, "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused, but I need to resign from this position."

"immediately."

He bought a ticket to Gotham, and when he got off the plane, the cane hit the ground with a dull sound, Ah Fu raised his head, and in a daze he saw his own child, dressed as a homeless man, Tell him firmly that I will never leave Gotham again.

Tim bought Wayne Manor, although it is not called this now, but Tim still stubbornly calls it Wayne Manor.

"Did you buy it to burn it?" This was Jason's first reaction when Tim pulled him to the gate of Wayne Manor.

"Of course not." Tim looked at him speechlessly, "Brother, sometimes your thoughts are really weird."

Jason pretended not to hear, hummed and stepped into the gate.

The Justice League once again has a familiar stronghold, and they are using their memories to transform this house that does not show any trace of the past, and it is normal at first.

Until Clark proudly announced to everyone that he had perfectly reproduced the crack on the pillar, "I broke it out with great effort."

While looking for Bruce, a strange game started.

Not to be outdone, Diana sculpted all the statues in the garden, while Alfred trimmed every tree exactly to what it used to be, and he even made sure that every rose grew where it should.

Tim used his self-cultivation as president, and he spent a lot of money to order all the messy furniture decorations, and the drawings were provided by Clark, who has a super brain.

Jason ran to the Laughing Bat's bedroom, took out the copy of "Oedipus the King" which was still on the bedside table, and made a mess of the neatly folded quilt. Rolled on the bed.

Damian did a big job. He secretly called a group of Assassin's subordinates, dug a bat cave, and waited until one day when Dick screamed and stepped on the air, he found out that Damian was Nest in the bat cave and conduct a genetic experiment that looks very evil.

"What are you doing?"

He is tied up and thrown out of the unfinished Batcave by Damian.

It's a miracle, and when they're done, Alfred cooks them a feast, and now the house lacks only one last thing - its owner.

"This time of year I should go for a cup of coffee."

"That little restaurant on the banks of the Arno in Florence?" Dick smiled wistfully. "I remember your description of the hypothetical possibility of Bruce and his wife."

"Speaking of..." Tim said hesitantly, "We haven't looked there yet?"

[I never thought I could have such a life. 】

The Laughing Bat took a shallow sip of the mocha coffee in front of him, and said in his heart.

[This is life. 】

Bruce's eyes were shining, he reached out and fiddled with the flower arrangements on the table twice, [Ah Fu is right. 】

【what? 】

[In the past, you were not living, you were just waiting, waiting for disaster to strike again. 】

The Laughing Bat sighed in relief: 【Ah Fu is always right. 】

The Laughing Bat has spent the whole afternoon in this small restaurant. He did nothing but sit on the rattan chair. In the new world, he is no longer the Gotham prince chased by the media, so he lives in Florence During these days, he enjoyed rare purity and happiness.

No need to pinch your nerves all the time or worry about the bat lights coming on again.

When the small restaurant was about to enter the peak dinner time, he picked up the sunglasses from the table, drank the last sip of coffee, and left the small restaurant.

He was wearing a seaside shirt and strolling on the streets of Florence. Although he was not familiar with Italian, he had no problems with daily communication.

Now he needs to go to the market to pick some fresh ingredients for his dinner.

[I want to eat beef stew with red wine. 】

【it is good. 】

After eating, he turned back to the small restaurant, intending to spend the whole night here. After seeing the barren and broken world, he now likes to be in the crowd, for nothing but the noise It will make his heart full.

The Laughing Bat sat on his usual rattan chair, shaking the evening paper on the table——

He found that the table not far away was full of familiar faces.