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

That little golden retriever is so pitiful, it seems to have rolled in the dust pile, the soft fur is stained, it is black and gray, it is too small, and the trembling short legs can't support the round body With a small body, it ran, but its front legs softened and it rolled over on the ground.

It ran towards Bruce with a clear goal, and without any hesitation, it ran towards the laughing man that no one dared to approach.

Bruce maintained the posture of raising his gun to aim, and stared blankly at the little golden retriever running towards him. The little bird on the chain in his hand seemed to be stimulated by something, and began to flap its wings vigorously.

The dirty little golden retriever came over and pulled Bruce's leather boots twice with his weak front paws.

Bruce seemed taken aback.

It's hard to imagine that Bruce, who was killing a lot just a second ago, was frightened by such a weak golden retriever.

He bent his body and gently shook the toe of his boot, trying to shake the little golden retriever off.

"Woof—"

The little golden retriever didn't stand still, and let out a weak whimper.

Jason took the opportunity to fire an anesthesia needle at Bruce, enough to anesthetize an elephant.

But Bruce was unaffected. He stood up straight, grasped the needle point with two fingers, and threw the needle on the ground.

He glanced at Jason inexplicably, and then turned his gaze to the little golden retriever on the ground who was relentlessly pawing at him.

Dragging the heavy chains, the little birds finally fluttered to the side of the little golden retriever. The little bird with beautiful blue feathers still rubbed against the little golden retriever.

The little golden retriever gently stretched out its tongue, licking the injured wing of the little bird.

This scene seems to have moved the hard-hearted Thanatos.

Bruce threw away the gun in his hand, pinched the back of the little golden retriever's neck, brought it to his face, and looked at it carefully.

He doesn't even smile anymore.

The little golden retriever didn't have the slightest intention to struggle, its sky blue watery eyes stared at Bruce trustingly, as if Bruce was his whole world——

It leaned up and licked the corner of Bruce's mouth.

Bruce seemed to be contemplating a puzzle he couldn't solve, and then he took the puppy in his arms, stroked the puppy's back with his right hand, and slid towards the round buttocks, and he used an almost imperceptible Gently stroking along the puppy's back.

The little golden retriever shook his small body uncomfortably, and lay down quietly.

Bruce hugged the puppy and turned to look at Tim: "I changed my mind, Red Robin, to send these old friends back to where they should be."

Tim nodded. He didn't know what changed Bruce's mind, but who would want to fight if they could communicate rationally?

Oh... people in their family like to fight directly, like explaining it will kill them.

"Don't be so vigilant. If I wanted to do something, you would have been unable to stand here." Bruce said, patting Damian on the shoulder.

Damian didn't make any expression, he just glared at Bruce, and tightly squeezed the Robin dart in his hand, he felt humiliated, at this moment he was completely powerless——

He accepted this fact with humiliation.

Jason snapped his fingers to get Damian's attention back, "Let's lock up these old friends first..." He reached out and stroked Damian's hair.

"I understand your feelings, but what is the top priority?"

Damian slapped Jason's hand away, grabbed the double-faced man roughly, and left the room without looking back.

Bruce is like a proud king, sitting comfortably in that weird chair, watching the birds at work.

When the room was empty again, Tim cautiously stood not far from Bruce.

"Have you remembered yet?" Tim pointed.

Bruce held up an index finger and waggled it to his mouth. "I never forgot, it's just that Bruce can't remember."

Damian suppressed his anger and disappointment, "Father, look at what you did!"

The devil boy respects his father, but he is the last person in the Bat family to know that Bruce is back. In fact, Damian just woke up and didn't have time to be happy when he saw Bruce, or stepped forward to hug himself Bruce had already shot a fatal bullet at his father.

Damian was hurt.

His heart seemed to be cut repeatedly by a blunt knife, and the dull pain made him extremely depressed.

Bruce pressed his fingertips together to form a pagoda. He ignored Damian and just stared at the little golden retriever on his leg.

Bruce said slowly, "I made a huge mistake, and just when I was desperate, I was told that it could be corrected."

He didn't tell the little birds about the previous world.

"But Bruce Wayne, he doesn't know anything, and he doesn't want to know. You don't need to be obsessed with an appearance."

He raised his head and took off the hideous metal blindfold.

There is a deep sea in his blue eyes, with countless undercurrents surging.

"Tim, you did a good job. You discovered the secret of the manor portrait."

"Who did that? You, or my Bruce?"

"Let Superman go to the end of time, don't interrupt me, I can't last long."

"Locate him through the Omega traces and find the unfinished time axis. He has been leaving bat marks until the nineteenth-century garden."

Bruce squeezed his temples, trying to suppress his bloodthirsty desire, his speech became faster and faster.

"Gather the omega energy, the complete disintegration program of the vanishing point will run at any time, tell Superman they save time, if they encounter difficulties, just trust the bat, he has integrated with a biochemical file machine, and has arranged everything for them .

"When he comes back, collect all the dark metal, remember, don't believe Bruce's lies, tell which sentence is true and which sentence is false, you must do this."

Then Bruce felt around and pulled out a black stone.

The little golden retriever suddenly stirred up in Bruce's arms——

It seems to have been stimulated by something, it is no longer as gentle and docile as before, but it is furiously stepping on the fancy decorations on Bruce's body and climbing up. Not hard nails.

"Shh..."

Bruce helplessly hugged the little golden retriever's stomach to keep it from moving, in case the sharp jewelry or some mechanism on his body hurt it.

"Good boy... don't be afraid, it's all right this time."

Bruce gently pacified the little golden retriever's head.

"Wang!"

The little golden retriever bit the pale hand viciously. It exhausted all its strength and bit it tremblingly. If it was bigger, it might bite the bone.

Bruce didn't try to stop the little golden retriever. It was too small. Even with such force, it only bit through a layer of oily skin. Judging from Bruce's self-healing ability, the wound may have healed just as the little golden retriever loosened.

"Don't be afraid... Be good, everything will be fine, trust me..."

Bruce looked towards the void, with endless vicissitudes and pain in his eyes.

He took out a lead box and carefully put the black stone into it.

Bruce raised his chin to signal Tim to come over, "Use your pupils to set a password for it."

Jason stopped Tim, stepped forward to pick up the box, and used his decoding device to record Tim's pupil patterns into the lead box.

Bruce didn't care about this, he nodded and continued.

"Don't let the Kryptonians touch this black kryptonite. It is something I synthesized, which allows them to attack and kill their most important people."

Jason's pupils contracted, and this Batman was far more insane than he had imagined.

Bruce raised the corner of his mouth, "That's all, hurry up and find your Bruce, only he can defeat me..."

As soon as Bruce's words fell, the armor on his body gradually began to fade, and the inexplicable whirlwind in the room swayed his robe, and the ominous attire gradually turned into a black mist, and then dissipated, and the strange human throne also began to gray. The ashes were blown by the wind and swept across the entire Arkham.

His face was looming in the black mist, and the iron chains that bound the bird were also blurred.

Bruce showed a mischievous smile: "Open a grand salon for him in the heat-dead universe."

Bruce suddenly remembered that he was sitting on the throne, watching his kingdom crumble and crumble.

He stroked the back of the little golden retriever, and touched the injured wing of the little bird, and moved his mouth imperceptibly: "I'm sorry."

"Oh—it hurts."

A sweet brusey babe in the party suit, looking up at the three superheroes in bewilderment.

He sat on the ground helplessly, the chair dissipated quickly, so Bruce fell on the cold floor like this, with a little golden retriever and two little birds beside him.

In that position, he kicked his leg, "Are you going to kidnap me?" He asked innocently.

Bruce held out his hand, "Pull me up."

Jason silently looked at the domineering Bruce in front of him, not knowing what to do for a while.

It's not really 01:30 that's out of his mind.

As a person who has watched the whole process of how Bruce abuses super villains, the scene in front of him is too magical.

The strings in Damian's mind snapped at last—

"Father—you...!"

Bruce scrambled to his feet, "What father? Are you calling me?"

He stepped back while waving his hands, but accidentally tripped over the broken stool leg and fell to the ground, but the pampered Bruce didn't even notice the pain——

He flinched back.

"Don't call me daddy."

"I don't have a son as old as you."

"Contact the Wayne Group for the paternity test."

He threw out three sentences like a cannonball. For Bruce, this was indeed too exciting. One second he was feasting and laughing at the gala party, and in the next moment he was in a cold and empty dark room, Three strong men in strange clothes... oh, two, and a small child stared at him coldly.

He is still thinking about whether he was kidnapped or playing some fun game... But father, this is too much? ? ?

He is very experienced in being forced to be a father with children, but being shot at in a small black room to be a father?

You are outrageous.

Damian's face was so black that he could squeeze out ink, and he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth.

"You are really my father."