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

"No secret?" Batman raised his voice.

"Yeah..." Bruce said coldly, "They are not wary of me, I wonder if it is out of trust in you?"

"I have nothing to trust," Batman replied.

"Oh...Bruce, my dear little Bruce...you don't have to hide from me, your temptations just make me laugh."

Bruce leaned back in his chair and folded his hands: "Look, since I choose to talk to you here, we can save those hypocrisy."

He looked up at the silent Superman and Wonder Woman: "Come on, come here." He waved to the two.

"Come here, I know you have a lot of questions, and I'll answer them honestly."

"Why did you come to my universe?" Batman asked.

"Take off that stupid hood of yours and I'll tell you."

Batman froze for a moment, but as Bruce said, he reached out and pressed the back of his neck, and the headgear slowly came loose.

He took off the hood and looked at Bruce silently, except for the color of his eyes, they were exactly the same, as if looking in a mirror.

No, there are some differences, Bruce is sweet like a non-existent bubble, he looks completely relaxed, there are no heavy memories between his brows, and no fine lines formed by worrying all day.

"Go ahead."

Bruce tilted his head, looked at Batman for a while, and smiled with satisfaction.

"It's a deal."

"The content of the transaction?"

"I forgot." Bruce said bluntly.

"Then tell me what else you remember." Batman said in a voice as cold as it could be.

"Ha...what else do I remember?" Bruce stood up, and he paced slowly, "I remember I also dressed like you and flew around Gotham."

"I remember texting Superman to come to the watchtower."

"Then?" Superman said cautiously.

"And then he disappeared," Bruce replied flatly.

Batman gritted his teeth and asked, he glanced at his Superman ominously, "How did he disappear."

"Who knows...he has too much to do."

Batman stood up suddenly, and he felt a mass of anger burning in his heart. If it was someone else, he would need some effort, but this person, as Superman said, is another self.

He clearly knew which sentence Bruce said was true and which sentence was false.

Seeing this half-crazy self, he seemed to see his own future, they were too similar, different from the Batman who had peeked into other worlds, the Batman in the world of Justice Lords, the world of Injustice and himself were very different ...

But this man, he was himself, and he was similarly like himself who made all the bad choices.

Batman strode forward, grabbed Bruce by the collar, lifted Bruce up with a little force in his hands, and hissed, "How long are you going to pretend to be crazy? Tell me, you're all right!" What did the people of the world do?"

If it was the Penguin at this time, or other Gotham villains, Batman's actions should have awakened the pain and fear engraved in their bones, Bruce just smiled, he didn't look frightened by Batman at all, he The physical reaction told Batman that he was very relaxed now.

Bruce suddenly made a frightened look, which was extremely exaggerated. He frowned slightly, opened his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and took the hands on both sides of his body up again, and stuck them on Batman's breastplate in resistance. .

"Why so serious? You really have no sense of humor."

As soon as the words fell, he had already been thrown out by Batman, and his back was heavily loaded on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hall. This blow was too heavy, and he shivered in pain. Coughing and laughing intermittently.

"Hahahahahahaha"

"Tell me, what have you done to the people in your world, what happened to them!"

Batman approached Bruce, he grabbed Bruce again without mercy, hit the transparent glass heavily, and restrained him with one hand.

"I didn't..." As he was speaking, Bruce raised his head with a smile, and he saw Superman and Wonder Woman not far behind Batman.

"Tell me!" Batman tightened his hand.

Bruce ignored Batman, and his attention was on Superman and Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman held a sword in one hand and pressed the other on the noose around her waist. Her beautiful face was full of hostility, while Superman was expressionless. floating in the air.

"I..." Bruce suddenly came back to his senses, he looked away, looked into Batman's blue eyes, and suppressed his smile, "They're all dead."

Bruce repeated, "None survived."

He was let go, and the fresh air filled his lungs again, and he breathed heart-rendingly.

"I don't believe it." Superman suddenly flew in front of Bruce, "They're all dead? Bruce? Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Ok?"

"Let us help you..." Superman sighed, not explaining to Bruce the way he was looking at him.

"Too late."

"Wonder Woman," Batman said, and Wonder Woman threw the noose knowingly, and the golden mantra lasso wrapped around Bruce's wrist.

"Do you have any malice towards us?" Diana asked.

"No." Bruce said honestly.

"Then why did you come to this world?"

"I do not know."

"What do you remember?"

"You all lost your life at my hands."

"How did you kill us?"

"I don't know, I didn't do it."

Bruce calmly replied to Wonder Woman's question. He was not worried about his affairs being dug out at all. He was clear enough about the weakness of the lasso of truth. The lasso of truth can only make people say what he thinks is true, but It's not necessarily true, and he's Bruce Wayne right now.

And Diana couldn't have asked that crucial question.

"Batman." Diana tried to untie the rope in frustration. "He really doesn't know anything."

"Wait." Superman stopped Wonder Woman, and he took the other end of the rope.

"Tell me, who hurt you in Gotham before."

There was a look of resistance on Bruce's face. He really didn't expect Superman to care about an unimportant matter, and he really didn't want to answer this question.

The light of the artifact became brighter and brighter, and large beads of sweat oozed from Bruce's forehead, and then slid down his delicate chin.

"..."

"Tell me." Superman asked stubbornly.

"Hera..." Wonder Woman murmured, "No one has ever lasted so long under the mantra lasso."

The look on Bruce's face grew pained, but Superman was unmoved. "I need a name."

After all, the lasso of truth can make all living creatures tell the truth. No one can resist the lasso of truth, so Bruce still spoke.

He struggled to squeeze out a word from his throat: "Da... Damian."

Superman let go of his hand in shock, the lasso of mantra slipped to the ground, the golden light gradually dimmed, Bruce touched his neck, gasping for breath.

"Damian?" Batman keenly noticed the question inside, "Damian shot you?"

"That's right." Bruce thought for a moment before admitting the fact.

"I know my son, my son will not kill, he has promised me, and he has proved it with his actions." Batman still looked very calm, but Bruce found that Batman was cold Anxiety under the hard exterior.

"Why are you so sure?" He stared into Batman's blue eyes with interest, "I thought I wouldn't be like this."

He opened his arms. "But I have to admit, I'm fine now."

"Don't confuse Damian with you." Batman said disgustedly, some images flashed in his mind like lightning and flint, the pearls falling on the ground, the gradually icy body...

— Luther

Batman suddenly realized something, he carefully placed the things left that night in the Batcave, and Damian...

He trusted his son, and based on what he knew about Damian, Damian didn't bother to use a gun, let alone the gun that killed his grandparents.

Then there is only one answer, the one who shot Bruce was not his Damian at all, and the one who can travel through time and space, except for those weird existences, only he and Luthor can do this in the world.

"Huh? Ex-boyfriend?" Batman thought unhappily. His childhood was not a good person, but did he think Bruce Wayne's reputation for collecting stamps wasn't loud enough?But what did Bruce do to make Luthor make such a judgment?

He cast a probing look at Bruce, and Bruce stood there generously and let him go, "Is it my turn to ask some questions now?"

Batman narrowed his eyes: "What's the problem."

"Do you think your actions make sense?" Bruce didn't look at Batman, his eyes turned to the endless void.

"of course."

"I went around Gotham...Crime Alley is getting bigger and bigger, there are more and more poor people, and the crime rate has never dropped at all...Why do you think your actions are meaningful?"

"Jim."

Batman didn't answer Bruce's question directly: "After Jason died, I did have a dark time, but he made me understand that my actions were not meaningless."

"Jim...?"

"He's the son of a criminal."

Bruce lowered his head and looked at Batman seriously: "You should lock him up, or lock up these scum somewhere."

He frowned in disgust: "Sooner or later he will become a criminal."

"No." Batman took two steps towards Bruce and stopped again: "Just like Jason, he didn't become a criminal, he was always a good boy, even though his father was helping the clown, he Father finally stopped."

"They didn't hurt anyone," Batman emphasized. "Jimmy Jr. loved Batman, even though his father would have shuddered at the name."

"You mean to say his father raised a good son?"

"No, I didn't say that, I just said that the existence of Batman is meaningful. The existence of Batman can make this kid courageous when facing the Joker. The existence of Batman tells him that he can don't worry about it. Walking in Gotham will be killed by a lunatic at any time, the existence of Batman tells him that Gotham can still be saved, do you know? When the clown pointed his gun at him, he raised the Batman doll in his hand , he firmly believes that Batman will come to save him."

"And if his father was given the option of living, he could be a good man."

Batman calmly came to a conclusion: "Gotham was never hopeless."