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

Tim: Bruce taught him to be prepared for anything, even death.

I'm ready for everything, but I can't prepare for your departure.

"Damian, I need your and Joe's help."

"There's a girl in Florida who some claim has become a star's loyal following overnight, and even made some religious declarations and acted insane, and I suspect there might be an infernal influence."

Tim flipped through the Teen Titans journal, "I can't leave Gotham right now."

"TT, ask your little followers to deal with it, I'm very busy."

Hearing the haughty voice of the devil boy on the phone, Tim had a toothache, "I really need your help, I can't trust others with this matter."

Tim said sincerely: "Please, only you can solve this matter."

Damian hesitated.

"This is very strange," he thought.

"What is Drake hiding from me?"

Damian frowned: "Tell me all the information about this matter."

Tim secretly breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the coffee cup in front of the computer desk, frowned and closed his eyes, and took a sip.

"I'll send it to you."

Then he heard the sound on the tarmac of Wayne Manor, Alfred came over, knocked on the dinosaur model standing in the hole, and said to Tim: "Master Tim, it's time to meet the master. "

Tim stood up, he had tidied himself up a long time ago, and now he looked energetic, without the slightest sense of fatigue from working continuously for several days and nights.

"This time, I must convince Bruce to manage his company well."

He thought to his heart's content, singing a sweet song in his heart, and selectively ignored that he had fought for this countless times before, and seeing that he was still working diligently in front of his President Drake, he knew the meaning of the struggle It worked out.

Tim calmly followed Ah Fu through the deep corridor, and the world shone brightly in an instant.

The sky is as clear as blue, and Ah Fu's well-maintained courtyard is bathed in the endless sunshine of summer. The garden is colorful and the birds are noisy.

Two beautiful young men walked towards them through the overlapping flower trees, their faces radiant and radiant.

"You're back, Master Bruce." Afu said, he threw away the reservedness of a gentleman in the British Empire, and walked forward quickly.

The housekeeper who was always waiting in the manor hugged his young master.

But Tim only took one look at Bruce, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was cold.

"This isn't Bruce," he thought.

"You're a child of the Drake family. I've seen you before." After a while, while Dick was explaining Bruce's situation to Alfred, Bruce turned to look at Tim.

"Am I already interested in other people's children?" The corner of Bruce's mouth curled down, and he suddenly lost confidence in his integrity.

"You and I looked pretty much the same when we were kids." Tim showed an impeccable smile.

Dick yelled, "Bruce! You remember Tim?"

"I don't know, but when I saw him, I thought of something." Bruce replied after a moment of hesitation.

Tim is the most Batman-like Robin and the second-best detective in the world. When Bruce died and Superman walked into the manor with his body in his arms, he had a hunch that Bruce was still alive.

Even though Superman used X-rays to confirm the DNA of the corpse and confirmed that it was Bruce, he firmly believed that Bruce was still alive, even though Superman couldn't hear Batman's heartbeat.

At a glance, he saw through the madness and helplessness hidden under the sweet appearance of Brucey's baby.

He was startled by this, this Bruce seemed on the verge of collapse, very unstable, and had a strong tendency to self-destruct, maybe he didn't know it, but Bruce looked at all of them with deep guilt , with well hidden nostalgia.

What is there to miss?You know they are alive and well.

What is there to be ashamed of?It's not a day or two for Bruce to handle family relations badly.

But it’s Bruce Wayne, yes, his demeanor, his micro-expressions, his gestures, and this Bruce is exactly like his Bruce, except for the weird way this Bruce treats them.

"Let's see," Tim thought.

From clones to parallel worlds to time travel, Tim's mind moved quickly, and he quickly listed countless plans.

According to various clues, Tim has confirmed the authenticity of this Bruce, but seeing Dick and Alfred's cautious expressions, he didn't say anything.

Ah Fu had already brought out the cookies, and he placed the shiny tray on the coffee table.

"Thank you, Fu."

Bruce picked up a delicate cookie and took a bite, "It's still delicious."

Ah Fu showed a gratified smile, "I only bake a plate of cookies every day, pay attention to balanced nutrition, Master Bruce."

"Should you tell me, where have you been these days?" Ah Fu stood aside and asked sternly.

"I'm already an old man, and I can't bear any more blows."

Bruce was a little afraid to make a sound, and lowered his head guiltily.

"I think I taught you not to be coquettish, Master Bruce."

He looked up at Ah Fu's serious expression, but felt a sharp pain in his head.He reached out and rubbed his temples.

He felt a sharp pain in his back, "Like a broken spine," Bruce thought.

He stretched out his hand and touched his back. The spine was intact and healthy and straight.

He saw a cold cave, the kind old man was held in the hands of a man as strong as a hill, and those giant hands were tightly holding the head of the old housekeeper.

"no no!"

He felt he couldn't control his limbs, they were numb.

He watched helplessly as the old butler had his neck broken and was thrown on the cold ground like a pile of rubbish.

"Please, don't..." He wailed in his heart, but his throat was hoarse, and his lips seemed to be sewn shut, so that he couldn't speak a word. "

As soon as the picture turned, he saw the old butler locked in a pit again. There were leftovers in the pit. The kind old man begged bitterly: "Master Bruce...don't, wake up..."

Bruce suddenly felt an urge to strangle himself and kill himself.

"Bruce, what are you thinking?"

Tim sat on the opposite sofa calmly. He had been observing Bruce, not letting go of any of Bruce's micro-expressions.

"He looks like a clown, no, he is a clown."

Tim secretly raised his guard again.

Bruce patted his leg, stood up, and snapped his fingers.

"No, Alfred, I am the master of this family, and now I declare that you are fired."

Bruce smiled nonchalantly, leaned over to pick up another cookie, and took a bite.

"Afu, I think I should give you a vacation, Florence, Italy? What do you think?"

Bruce made a begging expression and said frankly.

Although Bruce is already a young man, his expression carries the purity and innocence of a child, so no matter how annoying things he has done, everyone will feel that he deserves to be forgiven, and the Towayne family has good genes. Good luck, no one would be mad at Bruce looking at that pretty face.

Gotham has no shortage of rich men, and no shortage of beautiful men.

But Gotham only has one baby.

Every Gotham girl wants to be favored by the Prince of Gotham.

Poor Dick was stunned: "Bruce? What are you talking about? You're going to fire Alfred?" He didn't hold the cookie for a moment, causing it to hit the ground.

"Oh." Dick was heartbroken.

Ah Fu cast a stern glance. "Pay attention to etiquette, Master Richard."

Even Tim raised his eyebrows in surprise this time.

"As expected of you, Bruce."

Tim helped his forehead, already anticipating the chaos in the future and the terrible scene after Damian returned home.

"Good luck, Bruce." He shot Bruce a pitying look.

Afu didn't speak, he looked at Bruce fixedly, stared at Bruce's face, and after seeing Bruce could hardly maintain the smile on his face, he and Tim exchanged a glance.

"If this is what you expect, Master Bruce." Alfred bowed gracefully.

"But I still need to get ready for my long vacation, don't I?"

Bruce couldn't help shrinking his neck slightly, "Ah Fu is angry." He thought. "

"Please allow me to stay in Wayne Manor and prepare for my trip." After saying that, Ah Fu picked up the cookies on the table and left.

"Hey, Fu, I haven't finished eating yet!" Bruce stretched out his hand halfway, then retracted his hand embarrassingly under the old butler's stern gaze

Ah Fu walked away with the cookie without looking back, "I don't think you need my service anymore, Master Bruce.".

Bruce turned his head, his eyes wide open, his eyebrows raised, and he looked at Dick.

"I thought I was the master of this family?"

Dick: "..."

He patted Bruce on the shoulder: "It's really you, Bruce, you're done."

Tim stood up: "Bruce, although you don't remember anything, I thought you should know who has the final say in this family." After speaking, he nodded at Bruce, "I hope the rest of the sweets All the bread is mine."

After that, he walked hurriedly, walked to Ah Fu's side quickly, and took the plate of cookies.

Dick shrugged, "Maybe you are lucky, old man." He seemed to have oiled his feet, and he appeared next to Alfred in an instant.

"Give me half, Xiaohong."

Bruce feels targeted.

Tim and Alfred walked into the Batcave, and after standing still, there was an eerie silence in the air. Alfred was silent for a moment, and said, "This is not Master Bruce."

"I will never fail to recognize my own child," Ah Fu said.

Tim nodded: "It's very possible that he came from a parallel world."

Tim paused and said, "In that world, something might have happened to us."

Ah Fu took out a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his suit, took off his glasses, and wiped them: "Can't the master of any world get the peace he wants?"

The glasses are clean, but Ah Fu still feels that he needs to wipe them. "I should change a pair of glasses." He thought to himself.

"I will continue to search for Bruce. I believe Bruce is just missing. I'm sure he's not dead." Tim stepped forward and gently put his hand on Ah Fu.

"Now we just need to let this Bruce get his memory back." Tim looked at the machine in the Batcave.

"We need to know what happened to him."