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

Batman's body stiffened for a moment, and he took off his bat ears. There was a very strange thing hidden inside. It was like a living thing, but it glowed with inorganic blue light. It opened its mouth with an extremely long tongue. Hollow straw.

The thing moved.

The Laughing Bat stared at the creature inexplicably, stretched out his hand, and poked it with the sharp claws on the glove.

It was as if dead, motionless.

"Where did you get this thing?" The Laughing Bat looked up at Batman.

"Constantine."

"Konstantin gave this to you?" The Laughing Bat raised his eyebrows, showing a hint of surprise.

"To be precise, he was being hunted down by this thing, but he found that he could be safe by hiding in Wayne Manor. After some twists and turns, he gave this thing to me."

"It seems that Constantine knows a lot." The Laughing Bat was thoughtful, he pinched the thing with two fingers, and then squeezed it hard, it suddenly flashed, just like an old-fashioned telephone suddenly lost its signal , gradually becomes transparent, and then disappears.

"The Hound of Tindalos," he said to Batman, "is immortal."

The Laughing Bat took a look at Batman and added, "I can't kill it, but it doesn't pose a threat to me either."

After finishing speaking, he also sat on the sofa and knocked on the coffee table impatiently, "What did you see on Earth -22?"

Batman explained bluntly, "During the time when Lord Justice ruled the world, I realized that something was wrong, so I wanted to find some possibilities from other worlds."

The Laughing Bat understood, "How many worlds have you observed?"

"Two or three, the last world is Earth-22, it has been reduced to a wasteland, and the culprit is you." Batman paused, then continued, "How did you do it?"

"You can too." The Laughing Bat replied dryly, "Then? I think we can be more honest, since you have also created the time travel device."

Batman's voice was hoarse, "Afterwards, a kind of existence appeared on your earth...I can't describe it, it...it looks..." As he spoke, Batman trembled slightly, but the Dark Knight quickly used his will again. Trying to suppress the instinctive fear of human beings, "I can't describe it." He whispered.

"I see." For a split second, with no expression on the Laughing Bat's face, he knew what Batman had seen—and it made him change his mind.

"I've changed my mind." The Laughing Bat showed a cruel smile, "I promise you, you will get my help."

Batman looked at the Laughing Bat suspiciously, he carefully mobilized every muscle to prevent the Laughing Bat from suddenly attacking.

"You look like someone I know," Batman said suddenly.

"Ha..." The Laughing Bat stared into Batman's blue eyes, "Joker?"

The Laughing Bat took off his hood, his green eyes sharp as blades in the light, and an idea popped into his head.

He sat up abruptly, and brought his face closer to Batman, "Do you know how my eyes turned green?"

"..."

Seeing Batman's erratic expression and stiff body for a moment, as well as his uncontrollable hand touching his belt, the Laughing Bat laughed, scaring his peers made him feel the long-lost fun. It's so boring.

"What's the price?" Batman moved his fingers.

"Huh?" The Laughing Bat raised his head, and he spoke in a voice that was so soft that it was almost creepy, "As long as your performance satisfies me." After finishing speaking, he complained: "Your Superman is so boring that it's scary. .”

Batman wants to ask something more, he hates this kind of things that are out of his control, with another unpredictable self, but the Laughing Bat has already hidden in the depths of his consciousness in order to avoid trouble.

Bruce was caught off guard and pushed in front of Batman. Facing Batman in this situation, he unconsciously felt guilty.

"Hi, hi..." He waved at Batman embarrassingly, "Long time no see?"

"Hi?" Batman's eyelids twitched. "Maybe you should give me some explanation?"

"I don't know either." He lay down on the soft sofa with a broken pot, his blue eyes stared at the chandelier on the ceiling as if avoiding, "I don't have any impression of the Earth-22 you mentioned .”

Batman stared at Bruce, and Bruce felt a pain in his back, and he jumped up unbearably, "Okay, okay..."

"Ask whatever you want," he muttered.

Under the soft light, Batman sat obliquely on the sofa, looking relaxed, his light gray cloak was hanging on the carpet, Bruce observed Batman from the corner of his eye, the gray uniform looked surprisingly gentle under such light Batman wasn't wearing a helmet, and Bruce could feel the deep tiredness in his beautiful blue eyes.

Bruce felt his heart twist and become sore and painful.

He sat up, obediently rubbed against Batman, and looked up at Batman flatteringly, "The first time I woke up was in New York...but that was another world."

He told Batman the story of that world in detail, and the gray Batman listened silently. He didn't express any opinion on Bruce's experience, but just listened silently.

"I remembered when I met Jason, and then I ran to Crime Alley." He took a deep breath, and no matter how many times he brought up that alley, it would make Bruce sad.

"I know how it feels," Batman says, looking at Bruce gently. "I've been through these things too, and it's hard for us."

Bruce was stunned. After Martha and Thomas left him, he received countless comforts, but no one was like Batman. He suddenly realized that Batman can only experience more pain than himself.

He said loudly, "I met a Batman, he shot me, and I never appeared in that world again."

Bruce noticed that Batman's brow was wrinkled, and he quickly added, "Later I found out that it was Damian, and he and Luthor agreed to kill me." He suddenly realized that his tone seemed to be Like a baby, under Batman's tolerant eyes, he unknowingly becomes fragile, and a little bit of sadness is infinitely magnified——

It's like a child who was holding back tears, but once someone comforts him, he will feel infinitely wronged.

"We don't know what happened to Damian," Batman said softly, "but I think it must have hurt."

Bruce moved his gaze to Batman's gray cape, he didn't dare to look into Batman's eyes anymore, he was afraid that he would burst into tears, yes, the feeling of being hit by a bullet was very painful, lying on the ground unable to move, raindrops It hit the body one after another, and the temperature of the whole body seemed to flow out of the body along with the blood.

He doesn't think he's Batman, and he doesn't have Batman's extreme pain tolerance, he just wants to have a home, but world after world, he can never find anyone who will sit next to him, in the presence of everyone In the search for truth, it must hurt simply to stop and say something.

Gray Batman has also lost so much, parents, friends, son, life... Maybe he has become numb to these pains, but he doesn't underestimate Bruce's sadness at all.

Bruce rubbed his nose lightly with his hands, and he lowered his head, "The previous me...he said that I was a split personality from him, but he solved a lot of troubles for me."

Batman reached out and patted Bruce on the back softly, "In my opinion, he and you are two different individuals."

Bruce raised his eyes quickly, there was a little water in his blue eyes, and before Batman could react, he kept his head slumped to save Batman, and stuffed his head in the socket of Batman's shoulder.

"When Brainiac was attacking, another me let me keep Brainiac's tiara, and I put together an instrument under his guidance, and then he somehow-I don't know. What is this way, but those little monsters disappeared one by one, and the hole in the sky was filled."

"You really shook me completely." The Laughing Bat lazily interjected.

"Shut up!" Bruce said viciously, and then he noticed Batman's stupefied look, and hurriedly explained, "I'm talking about that, my other personality."

Batman said calmly, "It's okay." He reached out and rubbed Bruce's head, "How long can you show up?"

Bruce hesitated, and he didn't know how long he could appear. If the Laughing Bat wanted to lock him in the depths of his consciousness, it would be a matter of thought.

"Tell him you can stay here forever." The Laughing Bat complained, "This gray bat is really attractive to you."

"I can keep showing up," Bruce replied, but his eyes darkened again. "I might not be as useful to you as he is."

"Oh." Bruce heard the Laughing Bat sigh, "Call me if you need it."

Bruce froze.

"What did he say?" Batman noticed the change in Bruce's expression.

"It's nothing."

He blurted out reflexively, and put his index finger on Batman's lips like a fool, emphasizing, "It's nothing."

Batman pulled Bruce's hand helplessly, "You can't stay in the watchtower anymore, I will accept the duties of Bat Lord, you should go back to Wayne Manor, Alfred is also at home."

"No." Bruce shook his head, "I want to stay here."

"Please. Please let me stay here, I don't want to just wait in Wayne Manor like before..." Bruce begged.