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

"I am Batman?"

"Am I a vigilante who likes to hang out in the dark, flying around in tights over the city?"

Bruce leaned on the sofa, rubbing his chin and muttering.

Tony nodded, pulled out a large piece of complex and profound data from the air, and swiped lightly with a few fingers, and the blue light outlined the figure of Batman.

"You mean, I'm this dark monster?"

Bruce seemed to have had all the bones removed from his body. He supported his beautiful head with his elbows, and teased lazily, with an uncomfortable indifference in his tone.

"For the sake of our friendship for many years! Bruce!" Tony finally couldn't restrain his anger. Ever since he fished Bruce out of the sea of ​​flames, he felt a pang in his heart. Following Bruce's perfunctory attitude, this The countdown to the first bomb shortened rapidly, and beeped.

Boom! ! !

"Do you need any evidence? As a qualified control freak, you didn't even leave us a trace after you died. Only one of your sons firmly believed that you were still alive, and he persevered in searching for your whereabouts around the world... ..."

Tony shook his head and took off the sunglasses on his face irritably.

"With Martian Manhunter dead, we can't communicate telepathically...so no one knows what happened at that time except you."

Tony's mouth was dry, he licked his parched lips, and continued with difficulty.

"Bruce, to this day, we don't know how you died. Superman told us that you were not breathing when he pulled you out of the rubble."

Bruce didn't make a sound, in fact, he had already remembered some of the situation at that time.

The scene was horrific.

Bruce found his soul pulled out, floating in the air, watching everything coldly.

Fluorescent green energy tangled into a disgusting shape. In the dirty basement, a man in a bat uniform knelt down on the ground powerlessly, surrounded by the sound of thunder. He turned around in vain, trying to prop up his body, suspended in mid-air With an explosive wormhole.

A green woman held her arms high and laughed sharply, "Get into Grandma's new toy!"

As soon as his eyes went dark, he lost consciousness.

What awakened Bruce was not the aroma of cookies, but the stench of rust. He tried to move his body, but suddenly found that he was firmly fixed in a cold egg-shaped machine,

His field of vision was blood-red, the unknown tabby monster was fixed on the operating table, the thick tube and the unknown liquid necklace were firmly stuffed into the monster's mouth, and there were many deformed creatures on display on the shelf. Capsule cans, a barely alive, skinny person wearing a respirator, lying not far away.

The green woman and the man painted with strange patterns hold a syringe and roughly inject the needle into the tabby monster's body. They look extremely excited, as if they are accomplishing a great cause, happily talking about the failure of the new god, and imagining The appearance of their army after conquering the earth.

Bruce realizes that the purpose of this group of people is to control all humans—

But it was too late—

He only had time to shout out a warning to the Justice League, and the helmet above the eggshell machine was buckled on his head——

A dozen sharp needles pierced his brain.

He felt the coldness of the needle point piercing the skin and entering the cerebral cortex.

What followed was the severe pain that made him scream out loud.

"Look at me!" Tony anxiously stretched out his hand and dangled in front of Bruce's eyes, "You're screaming."

Bruce broke out in a cold sweat.

His complexion was getting paler, but there was an unnatural blush, and his beautiful green eyes were watery, and the fundus of his eyes was bloodshot, making him look very pitiful.

Tony looked at Baby Bruce in front of him, and was a little embarrassed to continue asking.

"He's Batman."

"He's Batman."

"He's Batman."

Tony repeated this fact in his heart, and spoke again with difficulty.

"Remember what?"

Bruce shook his head, then nodded again.

"I was shot by an energy ray." He made up a random reason. If there are explosive wormholes, what's so strange about being shot by an energy wave?

"Only these?" Tony was thoughtful, but there were too many unknown energies on the battlefield, and even Tony Stark couldn't determine which deadly ray it was.

"I could send Bruce to the Blue Scouts," Tony thought.

Under the indestructible appearance of the god on earth, there is a scarred heart hidden.

That day, he was floating above the ruins holding Batman, who was bleeding profusely and had lost his breath. When the broken black cloak fell feebly on his toes, a silent collapse began.

"The big blue guy is like a golden retriever that was crushed by a wheel, sobbing and lying in the middle of the road, waiting for his companion who was hit and killed by the traffic."

That's what The Flash told Tony.

Superman and Batman fit together like a hand and a glove, so since Batman's death, Superman's spirit has become increasingly gray and declining. Although he looks the same as in the past, he is still busy saving people every day. hugged the kitten, and gave courage and strength to the world with a sunny smile...

But everyone in the metropolis has noticed that the clear heart of the god on earth is covered with a layer of gloom.

Tony: "You need a psychotherapy, I can introduce you to the best in the world..."

"Wow, you're kidding, right?" Bruce straightened up involuntarily, leaning forward, staring at Tony.

"Bruce, you can't do this, even though you don't remember anything, you're still suffering from hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, I can see that."

Tony's expression was still serious. He knew that persuading Batman to change his mind was a fantasy, but isn't the person in front of him now Baby Bruce?

"Ah... Bat, I told you earlier, you have been crazy for a long time!"

The clown didn't know when it would appear again.

Bruce restrained the smile on the corner of his mouth, stared blankly at the clown dancing with a blank expression on his face.

Then he turned his head and gave Tony a strange smile. That smile looked very happy, his eyes were shining brightly, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of joy.

"Okay, I don't want to end up on the streets like you." Bruce agreed.

"It seems that you still remember me subconsciously. It's great to see that you haven't become a fool." Iron Man stretched out his hand to straighten his hair.

But Tony unknowingly discovered that the exoskeleton mecha had automatically sensed the threat, and the nano armor wrapped the hand hanging beside him, and it had a tendency to extend upward.

Something is really wrong with Bruce, although this Bruce has always given him a feeling that he is on the verge of being broken, but at this moment, he is the crazy Salome described by Wilde.

Black hair, green eyes, pale skin, and bright red lips.

Flames rose from his pupils, as if a whole devastated world was hidden and shrouded in mist.

The amorous Gotham Prince smiled, but Tony himself seemed to have returned to the Siberian frozen soil, and his body and mind were chilled.

Tony would rather keep the news of Bruce's return from Superman, and he doesn't want Superman to go crazy too.

When a leaf is illuminated by sunlight, its back must be shaded, and the brighter the sun, the deeper the shadow.

Post-war Superman, it only takes a straw to break him.

"I've contacted your family, and someone will come to pick you up soon." Tony walked behind Bruce in a cool manner, and activated the highest defense system without any trace.

"I still have family?" Bruce walked forward quickly, put his face in front of Tony's eyes, and stared at Tony expectantly, so close that Tony could almost feel the moist breath of Bruce's breath. "

"Stay away from me." Tony put two fingers on Bruce's shoulder uncomfortably. "too close."

"Don't pay attention to this, tell me quickly, what kind of family do I have?"

Bruce seemed to possess the whole world in an instant, he looked at Tony intently, "Do I still have family?"

"In fact, you have a family."

Tony replied flatly.

"You guys in the Bat family are all mysterious, dressed in black and pretending to be vampires, and a lot of your sons..." Tony spread his hands, indicating that he couldn't introduce in detail.

"As for you...you protect your children like a mother hen protects her chicks, but your Robin has changed a few."

Tony backed away a little, looked at Bruce's slightly gloomy expression, and comforted him: "I have already contacted your eldest son, he will be here soon, he has been with you for more than ten years, everything you want to know is all You can ask him."

...........................

Richard Grayson has been having a rough time lately, despite his return to Gotham and a twist in the Batsuit.

"I ended up taking over as Batman anyway, so I should do what Batman should do," he thought.

But it is extremely difficult.

"If it was Bruce, what would he do?"

He couldn't help thinking about Bruce's style, Bruce's teaching, Bruce's... everything.

Ye Yi took off the blood-stained armor and stared at the bat thorn in his hand, his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Bruce left them, all of them.

Dick had to fill his life with things so he wouldn't miss Bruce.

He needs to keep smiling, and continue to maintain Nightwing's relaxed and sunny image. Damian is his own Robin, and Batman needs to protect his Robin. He can't make Damian worry about himself.

Alone, Nightwing looked terribly tired.

Ah Fu, who was old and out of shape overnight...

Tim in the Batcave doing futile work without sleep...

And... Jason.

All of them maintain a false calm.

After Bruce's death, Gotham, which could barely maintain its balance under the suppression of Batman's fear, instantly became a hell on earth.

The Penguin and Two-Face fight, starting a fight for the dominion of Gotham.

And the black mask was so crazy that he released all the patients in Arkham, and Arkham suddenly became an empty city.

Gotham is howling, the good people in Gotham are hiding in the house and shivering, the good police are retaliated and shot.

Prosecutors take bribes from gangsters one after another, and the judge's ass is crooked to begin with.

Gotham, the Gotham that swallowed Bruce's life, returned to its original appearance overnight, as if Batman's years of struggle were all jokes.

Gotham is pinning its hopes on Batman, longing for a miracle, longing for Batman not to die, but Bruce isn't the Kryptonian who can do sit-ups in a coffin.

"You stood on his wound, accusing him of not protecting you well, and after he died, blaming him for not coming out to protect you."

Dick gritted his teeth, trying to hide his resentment. He knew Gotham needed Batman, but he just didn't want to take the batsuit handed over by Alfred.

"No, Ah Fu." After returning from a night patrol, he stuck the short stick behind his back.

"Nobody can replace Bruce," Dick replied firmly.

Even though he had accepted Bruce's death, there was still a small, small fantasy in his heart.

"What if Bruce really comes back?" He didn't stop Tim from searching the world blindly, and he was also looking forward to the chance of one in a billion.

Gotham is on fire again, the streets are filled with thugs, and a violent Batman appears on the photon screen in a flash of lightning, armed with dual guns, and blood splatters everywhere he goes.

Anger burned all of Yewing's sanity in an instant.

That is his successor.

The former second-generation Robin, Jason Todd.