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

"I don't want to go back to the manor yet." Bruce hugged the little golden retriever, and he looked at Ah Fu inquiringly, "Can I?"

"I don't think Gotham is safe, Master Bruce." Afu raised his head and looked at Bruce's face carefully. He hesitated, "If you insist."

He bowed slightly, "Please be careful."

Bruce nodded slightly, and left slowly holding an umbrella. As soon as he entered Gotham, Bruce felt overwhelmed by the pressure, but at the same time, Gotham gave him an unparalleled sense of belonging.

"This is my home," Bruce thought to himself.

It was raining heavily in Gotham, and the water droplets made a dull sound on the umbrella surface. The water flowed down the edge of the umbrella, which isolated Bruce from the outside world. Bruce sniffed the damp smell in the air, and looked a little dazed.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. This is oblique rain. The umbrella in Bruce’s hand is not enough to cover all the water droplets. Soon, the rain wets his shoulders. He gently touched his trouser legs and found that they were already soaked. .

He moved the umbrella slightly, looked at the gray sky, and abruptly threw the umbrella aside, the rain drenched him mercilessly.

He stood blankly at the corner of the street, and people coming and going gave Bruce strange looks.

He remembered a dream, and it was also a rainy day like this, where there was the familiar sound of pearls falling to the ground, the crisp sound gradually weakened with the mother's breathing, the helpless little boy knelt on the ground and cried loudly, the rain mixed with tears Watch him dripping.

His father stretched out his hand to him with difficulty, and said with his last breath, "It's not your fault."

"How could this not be my fault? If I hadn't been afraid of the content of the movie, my father and mother wouldn't have left the scene to take care of me, and wouldn't have walked through that small door into that alley." Bruce was still an adult Unable to forgive himself, his reason told him it wasn't his fault, but after experiencing such self-loathing a thousand times, all that remained was numbness.

Bruce suddenly wanted to go back to the alley and take a look.

He walked along the flat and wide main road. In Gotham, Bruce doesn't need any memory, even if his mind can't remember the route, but the body memory will take him to the destination unconsciously.

Bruce tried to recreate the situation of that day. He spread his fingers as if he was leading someone. After he passed a few avenues and passed through a luxuriously decorated theater, behind him was Gotham's notorious Crime Alley.

But today's crime alley is no longer a narrow alley, it is like a cancer cell, with an abnormal growth rate, desperately invading those intact parts, so Gotham is constantly absorbing nutrients, and begins to decline day by day, poverty Swallowing hope, down-and-out men and sinful women, whenever someone in Gotham is desperate, they will come here, take root in this depraved land, and dream of life and death.

The children here have never seen the light since they were born, they run around for a morsel of bread, they sell themselves for a coin, they are doomed to live poor and die poor.

Across the street, well-dressed gentlemen and ladies danced in the resplendent hall and tasted exquisite food. They looked at the territory under their feet with complacency, and accused those who worked so hard to barely survive for being lazy And stupid.

They condemned those lazy moths for eroding their beautiful city, just like white lords, standing proudly in front of the Indians, telling them that the land under their feet is their territory for generations.

Who cares about those moths?

They are just inconspicuous screws. If this screw can't be used, just find another one.

Those noble and elegant gentlemen wrote that everyone is equal in the first article of the constitution, flaunting their emphasis on human rights, and they marked those words in black, as if they were afraid that people would not see them.

But if the value of life is not the same from birth, is all birth equal a joke?

A kid bumped into Bruce hard, "I'm sorry sir..." He ran away without looking back.

"Woof", the little golden retriever let out a small cry, and it noticed that the child had quietly touched Bruce's wallet.

Bruce stroked the little golden retriever's head twice, "I know."

The little golden retriever lay back obediently again. It used to be able to push away a planet with its bare hands under the yellow sun, but it was no different from ordinary people in this scene.

It can't do anything about it.

Bruce shook the rain off his body, his clothes stuck tightly to his body, and he squeezed the little golden retriever into his arms, trying to keep it from getting too wet from the rain.

"Hey, don't go any further." A ragged tramp called to Bruce, "Go any further, a naive young master like you will be eaten to the bone Down."

Bruce turned to look at him. The old homeless man had gray hair and deep wrinkles carved on his face. He was wrapped in that worn coat, curled up in a corner, smoking a low-quality cigarette.

"I've seen him," Bruce thought to himself.

The homeless man opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Is that you?"

The expression on his face was extremely strange, and there was a trace of doubt in the surprise, "Didn't you learn enough lessons last time? Why did you come here this time?" the homeless man mocked.

"I don't have any coats to sell you this time."

Bruce noticed that the old homeless man's coat, though tattered, looked dingy with dust and stains.

—but that is woven of the finest lambswool,

"Your coat really caused me a lot of trouble." The old tramp shook his head and sighed.

"As you said, I was spotted wearing this coat and everyone started asking me who it belonged to."

There was an expectation in his eyes for no reason: "Do you still want to buy this coat? I want to drink some wine."

"Without this coat, you risk freezing to death at night," Bruce said calmly.

"What's wrong with that? Have a drink, and I'll know nothing."

The little golden retriever recognized who this person was. It was before Bruce became Batman, wandering angrily in the dark areas of Gotham. When he encountered some ugly things, he couldn't help but stand up.

——Little Bruce, who has not yet become Batman, was held up by two burly men and thrown out mercilessly.

——He was even thrown to the ground and rolled twice.

Diana also knew about this past. It was the most ordinary night. After Bruce's routine night patrol, Clark and Diana stopped him.

"I brought something to eat, I hope you will taste it with us." The goddess stretched out her hand bluntly, waiting for Bruce to take the paper bag in her hand.

The little golden retriever showed a nostalgic smile. People who don't know Batman always think he is serious, cold and unreasonable, but both Clark and Diana know that Bruce is not good at rejecting them.

In the dark of night, Diana was biting the ice cream in her hand, and Bruce reluctantly sat on his favorite gargoyle. He didn't take off his gloves, holding a glass of iced Coke with his sharp claws, and Clark found In a comfortable position, he floated in the air and did not move.

"Don't put the Coke on your boots, Clark." Bruce said unbearably, "I don't want to add another Coke that drops automatically in the middle of the night to the legend of Gotham."

Diana suddenly thought, "I want to know more about you, Bruce."

She paused. "It's not just about Batman, it's about Bruce Wayne."

It was at this time that the anecdote of the tramp was brought up.

The big black bat was a little embarrassed: "I was very angry after being thrown out, hating myself for being weak, and that homeless man just said something, you must not have tipped enough."

Diana laughed and leaned forward, "Bruce Wayne was thrown out the back door because he didn't tip enough." She took a deep breath, wiped the corners of her eyes, and asked, "And then?"

Clark wondered that question too, staring curiously at Bruce's face.

The big bat looked a little annoyed, but he still reluctantly replied: "I threw everything on me into the fire in front of him one by one..."

He was a little embarrassed: "I took all the money in my wallet and bought the bum's coat, and then... when I wanted to throw the clothes into the fire, he took my coat."

"That's it?" Clark opened his eyes wide, looking a little disappointed.

"I thought you would say something else, just like the Flash asked about your superpowers, something that suits your identity." Clark teased with a smile.

The big bat deliberately took a sip of Coke, and replied vaguely: "No, that's all."

Now that Clark finally knew what happened at that time, he shook his furry head, with an uncontrollable smile in his eyes.

"B is really awkward."

Clark was nostalgic for the good old days again, but he knew there was no rush, there was only one chance, and if Bruce lost the bet this time, it would cost the entire multiverse.

"I don't have any money." Bruce shook his head calmly, "But if you need it..."

After all, he took off his coat again and handed it to the old tramp.

The old homeless man took it hesitantly, he wrapped the coat around himself tremblingly, and murmured: "Thank you..."

He touched the fabric of his clothes cherishingly, wanting to take another look at this strange rich man, but when he raised his head, there was no one in sight.

……

Bruce shuddered: "It's so cool." He whispered, hearing this, the little golden retriever stretched his body, wanting to keep Bruce warm.

"Have you made a decision?" A cold voice sounded in Bruce's ear, he turned his head suddenly, and a hideous face suddenly appeared in front of him!

The white teeth were only a few centimeters away from him, and the cold eyebands almost pierced his skin.

He could feel the wet and cold breath coiling around his neck like a poisonous snake, and gradually tightening it.

His breathing stagnated for a while, until he felt that his brain began to send a signal of lack of oxygen, and then he started to breathe in embarrassment.

"What choice?"

"Every time you make a choice here, the last time you were here you decided to be Batman."

The laughing Batman pointed forward and said to Bruce: "This time, you have to decide here whether you want to be me."

The laughing Batman is like a priest, he solemnly read the will of fate, "Be me."

"You're not me," Bruce whispered.

Bruce showed a suppressed smile, "Batman is useless." He covered the lower half of his face with his right hand, and under the palm of his hand, the corners of Bruce's mouth were raised strangely.

"I haven't decided yet." He squeezed out such a sentence from his teeth, and he couldn't control himself anymore. He felt the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably, and the smile on his face was getting bigger and bigger, suppressing The laughter is no longer under control...

"Ha...hahahaha!"

Bruce covered his face and laughed——

The little golden retriever bit Bruce's hand in horror. It tried to bring Bruce back to reality. From his perspective, he could only see a drenched person laughing in despair. It looked around, hoping that someone could talk to Bruce. Speak up and help him.

But this isn't New York.

This is Gotham, and it's Gotham's Crime Alley. People lose their minds here every day. It's normal to have one or two lunatics here. Not all lunatics are lucky enough to be locked in Arkham, and not all Any lunatic can be the one who sets the rules in Gotham.

Most of the lunatics fell silent without a sound.

The people around didn't even bother to pay any attention to Bruce, but there was a child who stretched out his head tentatively, and swept Bruce maliciously like a vulture.

"Hold on, Bruce." The little golden retriever could only pray to the gods of Krypton in his heart.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Bruce waved his hand indifferently, "Get away from me with your old friend." He said to the illusion, and the clown in the illusion covered his heart, pretending to be hurt.

"No matter what you say, we will still be together in the end." The clown smiled resolutely.

"It doesn't matter." Bruce lowered his eyes, and the corner of the tulle in his memory was lifted, it was a boy like a little robin.

He stretched out his hand and scratched the little golden retriever's chin, and walked towards the alley. The crime alley during the day was not as gloomy as he remembered, and the monster-like staircase now looked like a few knots of dirty stones. The dim yellow lantern was covered with a layer of shadow, looking listless in the dim light of the sky.

"Here," Bruce said softly, "I met Jason here."

……

Unbeknownst to Bruce, a small bird landed stiffly on the ground, stretched its legs, fluffed its feathers and struggled.

"Chirp Chirp!" Another blue bird flew around it anxiously, and the eyes of the black peas were full of bewilderment.

A burst of white light enveloped the little bird, and the ball of white light was rapidly expanding and elongating, and a human figure could be vaguely seen in the light.

"Ah—" The sharp child's voice sounded in the silent forest.

"What the hell's going on?" He was stunned.

When the light dissipated, a little boy with a hood and a dazed expression appeared there. He was still holding a crowbar in his hand. He glanced at the things in his hand and threw the crowbar away as if it was hot. far away.

"Boom" sounded.

The little blue bird that had been hovering in the sky fell to the ground.

Bruce leaned close to the dirty and greasy glass of the hut at the alley, and wiped off the rainwater on the glass with his fingertips. He seemed to be talking to the little golden retriever, and he seemed to be muttering to himself.

"What a wonderful kid he was...brave, smart and gifted."

The little golden retriever nodded in agreement, "Wow." "You're right."

Bruce suddenly had an urge to see Jason urgently. As the image of the young Jason gradually became clear in his mind, the emotions that had been frozen by misunderstanding and resistance also gradually recovered in his heart.

He stopped walking, just stared at the place where the pearl fell, then turned and wanted to leave.

"Bang!" A gunshot broke the silence around, Bruce felt a tingle in his cheek, he hesitated and reached out his hand to touch his face.

—His pupils dilated rapidly.

Bruce saw a man, that man was wearing familiar clothes, no, there were some subtle differences, Bruce was keenly aware that the uniform technology on that man was far beyond what is available now, he was tall and well-built , with broad shoulders.

He held a gun in his hand, and there was still a trace of gunpowder smoke from the muzzle.

The gun was old, Bruce knew it all too well, the same gun that killed his parents that rainy night.

"Batman?" Bruce looked at the man in front of him in horror.

"How many people live in my head? Are there a group of Batmen and Jokers having a party in my head?"

"Aww—" the little golden retriever kicked his legs and struggled violently in Bruce's arms. He barked his teeth and barked at Batman in front of him.

"This is not an illusion! Bruce!" It didn't know how to keep Bruce alive under the gun of this Batman, it could only helplessly bark at the opposite person, it had never hated its weak body so much Body.

"He's holding a gun!" Little Golden Retriever noticed that this Batman was also exuding desperate despair.

What made it strange was that the Batman stopped in its feeble barking, and he took off his goggles, revealing a pair of green eyes.

"I have to kill you." Batman gritted his teeth and squeezed out such a sentence.

"why?"

Bruce felt that his mind was in chaos. Batman's exposed eyes were quite unique in shape, and they looked very slender when he smiled. The inside of his eyes was deep, which made his eyes extraordinarily deep. His eyelashes were long and his pupils were a little moist.

"Don't you know what you did?" Batman yelled uncontrollably, suppressing his grief.

"How many people did you kill? You single-handedly set off the end of the world, you..." Batman couldn't continue, he squeezed his hand hard.

"I didn't expect that you could even do Alfred."

"Kill him quickly." These words came from the tiny communicator in Batman's cochlea.

"I know it's hard for you to let go, but everything you've experienced at that point in time has proven me right." The owner of the voice spoke quickly, with a hint of nervousness.

"You don't need to emphasize." Batman pinched his earlobe, he really wanted to crush that little thing.

"Lex Luthor—?"

The little golden retriever's heart was in a turmoil. Its super hearing has recovered a little these days. At such a close distance, it can already clearly hear the voice in the Batman communicator.

"Why would Lex Luthor command Batman?" It was shocked.

"Listen, this is the beginning of it all, end Bruce, you can save thousands of people, your real father will be proud of you."

"Kill him, we can still save Stark, I have calculated the magnitude of the timeline shock, you must kill him."

"Who is this Batman?" It stared at the pair of dark green glasses. In the super brain, the memory of the past was as clear as that of the movie, and the pictures of the characters flashed across the little golden retriever's mind.

Those eyes fixed on a beautiful woman.

The last time I saw that, the beautiful woman looked sad and crazy, her hair was messy, her face was still covered with makeup, and she held a deadly weapon in her hand, stabbing her own child's chest fiercely.

— Thalia August.

The shape of Batman's pair of dark green glasses is very similar to Thalia's, and at the same time has the unique characteristics of the Wayne family.

——To be more precise, he looks very similar to Bruce Wayne's eyes, and associating that he will hesitate slightly because of his own barking, the identity of this Batman is ready to be revealed.

——Damian Wayne, Bruce's biological son, fifth-generation Robin.

He took up his father's mantle, and he looked like another Batman.

This proves that Bruce's life may be a joke. As long as Batman exists, it proves that Gotham has not changed. She still needs a Batman to sacrifice her life.

And Damian did not hesitate to join forces with Lex Luthor to kill Bruce. Little Golden Retriever's heart was cold. He knew that no one could shake Damian's mind. Batman's child was as stubborn as him, and he set a goal Absolutely unwavering, he has almost no affection for humans, but he can tenderly love animals and is a vegetarian.

Most importantly, he would never let Bruce go just because it was his father.

"Damian?" Bruce called out, recognizing the green eyes too.

Damian's clenched hand trembled slightly, "Father."

"Don't waste any more time... The Flash I cloned, when running at such a high frequency, his lifespan will be consumed rapidly, and I can't communicate with you for a long time across time and space. When he dies, you will have to Go back to your original time and space."

Damian impatiently crushed the communicator.

"Hey..." Lex crossed his hands, showing an expression of extreme forbearance. He knew that he could no longer control Damian's actions, and the fact that he lost control made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Joy.

"I have to kill you, and if you're sane, you'll agree with me." Damian raised his gun.

"boom"

—A flower of blood bloomed from Bruce's chest.

His blue eyes looked at the gray sky tiredly, the rain was still falling tirelessly, the rain dyed the night, the water was darkened, and the sky also darkened moment by moment, Bruce was lying on the place where his parents died, The same gun hit him.

"But I don't want to die yet." Bruce lowered his eyes.

"I haven't seen Jason yet." Bruce recalled Jason's immature face. Jason was the only past he remembered, the only relative he remembered, and his only regret at this time was that he didn't see him. The last side of my own child.

He felt something passing in his body, and he heard the little golden retriever whimpering in grief.

Batman held out his hand to him with a strange smile.

"come over."

Bruce closed his eyes.