[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

The voice fell, and the scene fell into silence.

For a moment, Bruce felt that his brain stopped thinking. Obviously, it was very simple logic. Bruce Wayne in this world died, but his parents survived, so the true identity of Batman in front of him, Most likely it is...

His father, Thomas Wayne.

"answer my question."

Thomas threatened his forehead with a gun, and the hot muzzle touched his skin. Although blocked by the hood, Bruce could still feel a sting from between his brows, pulling his heart into a ball .

"I..." He opened his mouth, facing his father whom he hadn't seen for decades, suddenly he was at a loss for words.After a long time, I managed to gather myself together, and said in a deep voice that was exactly the same as the person in front of me:

"Like you, I... am Batman."

Before Thomas could speak, he added, "I'm from another world."

Thomas sneered: "You think I'll believe it?"

"You will." Bruce affirmed, and then said to Zatana, "Zatana, connect him to our spiritual link."

Zatana froze for a moment and asked, "Are you sure?"

"determine."

"What? Are you crazy?"

Tony was the first to yell, staring at the unwavering Bruce in disbelief: "Are you still the Batman I knew? We haven't even checked if he's believable!"

"I know him." Bruce simply replied, and then didn't make another sound.

"...Well, anyway, I don't even have a body now." Tony said bitterly.

But in fact, when Zatanna really connected Thomas to the spiritual link of the three, he could see the two of them. After an angry roar, Thomas held his painful head, Taking a staggering step, he pressed the gun towards Bruce's shoulder and pressed the trigger: "What have you done!"

Bruce turned sideways quickly, but the bullet still grazed him and hit the wall. Enduring the stinging pain from his arm, he took a deep breath, with a bit of excitement that he didn't know where to try, Before Thomas could recover, a lightning-like hand blade knocked the gun out of his hand, and then he took a quick step forward and started a close fight with the opponent.

Thomas did not show any weakness, and immediately fought back. The muffled sound of beating and panting filled the secret room, accompanied by the sound of slightly dislocated joints, which made one's scalp tingle.

But Bruce felt a sense of pleasure from the heart.

With a low growl, he ignored the bleeding wound on his abdomen, got up from the ground again, and rushed towards the man who was trying to resist Zatana's magic effect.

The man's fists were heavy, but he soon realized that the "Batman" in front of him seemed to only want to compete with him, or to distract him.So although the opponent has great skills and fierce moves, he never attacks at a truly deadly place.

Thomas frowned tightly, grasped the imposter's fist, and asked loudly: "What the hell do you want—why is Stark here?"

He waited straight for the mustache rich man who was floating not far away with a displeased face, and his voice instantly rose an octave.

"They are Tony Stark and Oliver Queen in my world," Bruce saw that the link was completed, and immediately took half a step back. He was hit twice for this, and his whole face twisted slightly in pain. , "I said, I come from another world."

Thomas stood stiffly on the spot and looked the two of them up and down. Tony was watched over and over again with vigilant eyes, making the rich man with a mustache feel uncomfortable: "This is the way it is, you can't help but believe it, Stark on your side should still be attending the dinner in Florida right now? If you don’t believe me, you can watch the news.”

"If Stark wants to, it's a very simple matter for someone to pretend to be him." Thomas said coldly.

Tony laughed angrily at him. Sure enough, no matter which world Batman is in, he has the same dead virtue.

"Then how do you trust me?" he asked back.

Thomas ignored him.

The man just glanced at Bruce standing next to him: "What are you doing here? Since you are from another world, go back to your own world." What familiar words, Bruce thought with emotion.

He now finally understands why Carl has been so obsessed with the phrase "get the hell out of Gotham."

"I'm here to find something, it doesn't belong here, but it's important to our world." Bruce said succinctly, "So I want to borrow the computer in the Batcave, can I?"

Thomas looked at him like he was looking at a fool: "Even if you are really me in another world, why should I believe your words?"

Bruce's lips twitched.

He looked at the gloomy man wrapped in black leather in front of him, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.

Oliver took the initiative to speak: "We can help you."

"……what?"

"I think Zatanna should have shown you some pictures of our world just now," he said, "You should have also discovered that the biggest difference between the two worlds is the existence of Zhenglian, and the core of Zhenglian It's Superman. With Carl, I think everything will slowly get better."

"Superman?" Thomas said disdainfully, "Are you talking about that crazy man who wore a red cape to save a kitten on a tree? How could one person save this rotten city, let alone this country—"

"He's not alone," Bruce said suddenly, "Superman represents hope, he is... a symbol."

He closed his eyes, and in the darkness, the dark rainy night when he met Karl for the first time and the god of the world descended from the sky appeared again.

Everything has been different since that day.

He looked at Thomas and said in a deep voice: "I used to think the same as you. Gotham doesn't need anyone to intervene, but there are some things that Batman can't do, but Superman can."

Tony tilted his head to Oliver and said, "I really should have recorded that."

Oliver nodded seriously. He had no doubt that if Superman heard this sentence, he would be so happy that he would rush into the sun.

With just a few words, it is of course impossible to change Thomas' stubborn ideas, and Bruce did not force it. He firmly believes that Karl in this world must still be alive.The matter of the Stone of Origin is not in a hurry, after all, he hasn't figured out the purpose of Tony and Oliver insisting on following.

However, probably touched by those images, Thomas finally took them home.

"What the fu*k—"

Tony Stark, who finally got his body, sat blankly in the gloomy and dilapidated Wayne Mansion, and unconsciously uttered a swear word.

In contrast, Oliver seemed much calmer: "I think so too. With the relationship between Bruce and Batman and the alliance, it is normal for the Batcave to be built under Wayne's house... Shit, you are Thomas Wayne." kindness!?"

Thomas glanced at him coldly: "Yes, kid from the Quinn family, do you have any comments?"

Oliver... Of course Oliver didn't dare to have it.

Thomas Wayne is a man of the same generation as his father, and strictly speaking he can be regarded as his elder. Oliver met him a few times when he was a child, and vaguely remembered that he was a kind and wise middle-aged man, and this violent and repressed bat in front of him The hero feels completely different.

Is it because Bruce died early in this world that he became like this?

Thomas didn't care what these young people were thinking. He took off his headgear in front of them, took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, and pulled out the bottle rudely without pouring it for them. Plug, Ton Ton raised his head and took a big gulp.

"Bat, what stimulated you to become like this?" Seeing his decadent and irritable appearance, Tony couldn't help asking Bruce, who had been silently looking at his surroundings since just now.

"When Jason died." It took a few seconds for Bruce to answer him, "I was drinking for a long time, too."

"Who is Jason?" Thomas asked, looking up.

"……my son."

"Huh," Thomas laughed, looking at the photo frames on the wall covered with a thick layer of dust, he murmured, "I also had a son before, his name was Bruce, Bruce Wayne."

Bruce didn't speak, just grabbed the bottle in his hand, and calmly poured himself a glass under the man's fierce stare.

Thomas grunted disapprovingly, but said nothing, taking another swig of his drink.

The amber liquid flowed down the man's neck onto the black leather. The smell of gunpowder smoke, alcohol and sweat mixed together, and the smell was really not very pleasant.

"Since you've become Batman, you must be as unlucky as I am," he said. "On the day Bruce was born, I swore outside my wife's delivery room that I would be a proud dad and let my son inherit the future." My career...but now? I'd rather break his leg than make him like me."

Bruce squeezed the glass tightly in his hand.

But after saying this, the middle-aged man lowered his eyes wearily, shook the bottle that had bottomed out, and laughed again as if he thought it was absurd: "Look what I'm talking about, I can't even see it." What he looks like when he grows up."

The atmosphere was deadly silent.

Tony was sitting on pins and needles, he was not very good at dealing with such an atmosphere, but Oliver next to him looked even more gloomy than Thomas, so in desperation, he had no choice but to cast his eyes on Bruce for help——

Say something!He tried his best to signal the other party with his eyes, anything is fine, please!

Bruce's throat rolled, and he said with some difficulty: "If you want...I can draw him for you."

Thomas looked up sharply: "What do you mean?"

"Your son," Bruce stammered, "in our world, Bruce Wayne is still alive and well. He is Zhenglian's largest investor, and more than half of Gotham's urban construction has his investment. Although...although sometimes he likes to play, often goes to weekly gossip magazines, and is not very good at dealing with family conflicts, but he has adopted a few very good children and has become a real man."

After a pause, he added, "Just like you."

Thomas stared blankly at his eyes hidden under the white goggles, and asked softly after a while, "Really?"

"real."

Bruce said nervously: "I have learned a little bit of sketching, and I often deal with him because of war damage, so if you want, I can draw a picture of him growing up for you. Of course, if you don't want to If so, just pretend I didn't say..."

"Please." Thomas cut him off.

Bruce's words stopped abruptly.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a smile: "Okay."

Late at night, the three were arranged to stay in the guest room of Wayne Mansion.

Without Alfred, they could only clean up the room by themselves. Bruce was also injured, and after a day of fighting, his body was already exhausted.

But he still followed the agreement. After locking the door, he checked whether there was a monitor in the room, and then set up the drawing board under the moonlight.

The black-haired man took off his bat suit, looked at himself in the mirror, and quietly picked up the pencil.

the next day.

Thomas Wayne looked at the painting for a long time, and just when Bruce thought that he didn't look like the painting, he suddenly asked, "What's your relationship with my son?"

Bruce froze for a moment, really didn't know how to answer for a while.

Tony also leaned over to take a look at the sketch, and the moment he saw the drawing, he showed a toothache expression - the background of the picture was Alfred's carefully cultivated rose garden, except for carefully trimming the branches Besides the old butler, the central figure is Bruce who is sitting on a chair and having afternoon tea with Superman.

Whether it's demeanor, movements or details, they are almost exactly the same as the real Bruce. If it weren't for someone who knew the other person very well, Tony wouldn't believe that Batman could draw such a picture without a reference.

But in fact, the composition of this painting was also pondered over by Bruce. He wanted to tell Thomas his identity last night, but what his father said made him flinch again—just as he thought, Thomas doesn't want to be Batman himself.

Therefore, he hopes that Thomas can see a carefree Bruce Wayne living in the sun, and out of the selfishness of finding the superman in this world, no one is more suitable to appear in the painting than Carl.

But Bruce really didn't expect that after seeing the painting, Thomas would actually ask him about his relationship with Batman.

"We...are like-minded partners." Bruce replied carefully considering his words.

"Oh," Thomas calmly put away the painting, just when Bruce secretly let out a sigh of relief and thought that this level was over, the old father who was surprisingly keen in this regard suddenly asked abruptly:

"So have you ever had sex? Or is this Kal-El and Bruce a couple?"

Bruce: "... what???"

The author has something to say: Rounding off Dachao, this is considered to have met his parents.

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