[Comprehensive British and American] Backbones League

"Sorry everyone, the game is over." Lucifer spread his hands and said with a smile, "Everyone is here, we can't continue playing."

The villains were all shocked, and they also realized who was coming the moment they heard the sound of the broken window.

Yes, when it comes, a scene immediately popped up in everyone's mind, that bat that descended from the sky like a demon god is the fear of the entire Gotham.

Everyone didn't have time to worry about the existence of Lucifer, and immediately focused on how to avoid the bat that could appear everywhere.

Bats are their nightmare.

"Damn it!" Oswald cursed, and then cast his eyes on Salas sitting in front, his eyes became deep.

After knowing the identity of Batman, he has always treated this matter as a secret, but it is not impossible to use his son a little at this time.

As an understanding of Oswald's plastic teammates, Salas could see what Oswald was thinking at a glance.

If it wasn't for him not being able to reveal his identity, he would definitely want to beat Oswald hard at this time.

Oswald walked towards Salas, and Lucifer was beside him, but he was not in the penguin's attention—after all, even if he caught Lucifer now, it would be useless to deal with the bat.

"See, he's after you." Lucifer said warmly, "Will the bat sacrifice itself for you? I guess it will."

"Batman would sacrifice himself for everyone," Salas replied, "not because I'm special enough."

"No, no, no, everyone knows that you are special enough, Salas." Lucifer replied.

Salas's heart sank, he wasn't sure if Oswald was really close to him, would he still be able to maintain his calmness.

Fortunately, Oswald did not have Lucifer's wish, he was stopped by a man halfway.

Two-Face.

Harvey threw the coin in his hand, and the coin gave Salas luck, and he helped Salas stop Oswald.

"Go away, Two-Face," Oswald said viciously.

"No." Harvey said, he looked back at Salas with slightly complicated eyes, and Salas couldn't help but think of the grievances and entanglements between Harvey Dent and his old father.

It is probably the story of two former friends, a bright knight and an aspiring young man, who joined forces to break the darkness, but in the end the darkness responded to it.

This story makes most people sigh, and they have to feel that Gotham is really a horrible place.

But for those two friends who were really close at the beginning, they did have complex emotions towards each other that were not completely disappointed.

Harvey's coin tossed him in the affirmative, and he stopped Oswald.

"Do you know whose son he is?" Oswald said viciously.

"Wayne," Harvey replied.

Only Oswald knew that this was not the answer, but he paused for a while, gave up, called his men, and then went to stop or escape from the bat.

Harvey looked back at them and left without saying anything.

All the villains have already run away, they are very clear about their priorities, and at this time, the bat must be the opponent with the first pick.

Lucifer said to Salas in disappointment, "What a pity."

He is really sorry.

Salas was slightly relieved, he was really relieved.

Not being able to see a bat is his greatest luck so far.

Who knew that Lucifer suddenly grabbed his neck and blinked at him: "Let's play a game."

Salas' face sank.

He knew it wasn't such a good thing!

He quickly separated his consciousness to drive his other body, but was a step too slow, Lucifer suddenly spread the wings behind him, and took his whole body into flight.

They smashed through the ceiling and flew into the sky.

He wanted to fight back, but Lucifer's magic was stronger than his body.

He swore that he must rush to hell and mess up the world of the lord of hell.

"Thank you, Salas, I am helping you, helping you to recognize the facts." Lucifer said, Salas only felt angry.

His body that belonged to Diarmuid was rushing towards this side quickly. The time was too short, and he had no time to prepare the other bodies.

However, Lucifer should know what he was doing, and had already grabbed his neck to show him to everyone.

"Batman." Lucifer said to Batman, "See, the man I'm holding, I know you're here to find me. Now I've kidnapped this man, come and catch me."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and flew away, but the speed was not clear, and he was overtaken by someone.

Batman almost didn't think about it, and chased after him without saying a word.

Behind him, the rest of the Bat family faced other villains independently.

With this flight, Lucifer took him to the top of Gotham Port.

Then he listened and turned to Batman who was chasing him.

"Batman." Lucifer said to him, "Are you afraid that I will throw this young man in my hand?"

Batman looked up at the man.

"I know who you are, and I know who the young man beside you is, but the young man beside you doesn't seem to know." Lucifer said hypocritically, "I don't know if every father likes to deceive his children, But I guess I've got to get some justice for the kids."

"So, take off your mask and let the children see your true colors, Batman." Lucifer said.

Batman didn't move, he looked up at Salas.

Salas stopped moving, including the other body that was rushing over.

His mind was telling him it was bad, and everything was starting to get worse.

"What? Afraid of him? Don't trust him?" Lucifer continued, "Indeed, you really can't trust him."

"I trust you, Salas." Batman's voice changed, becoming very familiar to Salas.

Salas' heart sank to the bottom. If it wasn't for his habitual disguise, he would have shouted at Batman, stop.

Stop, don't take off that mask.

I beg you, don't take off that mask, don't trust me, don't look at me like that...

I beg you.

But Batman didn't hear the roaring voice in his heart, he still calmly pressed his fingers to the lock of the mask on the back of his head.

Salas felt that his heartbeat had stopped, along with his blood, his thinking, everything about him had stopped.

Unable to move.

He couldn't move.

I didn't even have the strength to move my eyes.

Batman lifted the mask, and the familiar face appeared in front of Salas.

"I said, a fake is a fake, and it will never be true." Lucifer said, "You can't fool yourself, Sarah Wayne."

I said, different is different, pretending to be different for 100 years, 1000 years, it should be different forever.

You are different.

You know, it's always been different.

In fact, I have always known it.

When did you know?

I don't know, I know it naturally.

When did you start not knowing?

I don't know, probably I don't know from beginning to end.

……

Why should you know?Wouldn't it be nice not to know?

The first time it happened was when Gordon visited Wayne House.

He was young at the time, and it was the first time he had seen Gordon, and Gordon looked down at his legs and shook his head with a look of regret in his eyes—the same look that everyone has when they see him.

"Why is such a good kid a cripple?", "Sarras Wayne is a cripple who can never stand up", that's about it.

But Salas didn't care. He didn't care about those malicious, regrettable, and pitiful ones.

All he looked at was his father, his family.

Gordon squatted in front of him and touched his head very friendly: "It's okay, Salas, I have a daughter, and she is just like you."

Salas gave him back a perfect, kind, good-kid smile without any emotion.

He was perfect, and Gordon felt even more for his legs.

He knew that Gordon had a daughter, Barbara, who had been crippled by the Joker.

The reason he knew was because Bruce was in a bad mood during that time, and he saw annoyance, pain, and anger on his face more than once.

Bruce hastened the rebuilding of Arkham, committed to turning Arkham into a prison for the most secure psycho, so paranoid it's almost like a psycho.

Shortly after Gordon leaves, Salas tentatively asks Bruce about Barbara.

Bruce told him, "Batman didn't do it right."

No, it's not, Gotham didn't do it right.

It's Gotham creating too many lunatics, not Batman's fault.

If only I could kill all the villains for him, or just destroy Gotham, without Gotham there wouldn't be so much mess.

But there are also many innocent people in Gotham...

No, even the innocent ones troubled Bruce, and without them, Bruce wouldn't need to be so tired.

Yes, as long as there are not so many messy things, Bruce will not feel so guilty about it.

Many bloody thoughts appeared in Salas's heart, and he was horrified to find that his body was thirsty for blood, eager to kill, not only for those villains, but for everyone.

He wants to kill someone.

He didn't dare to tell Bruce, and he didn't dare to tell everyone, he disguised himself perfectly, as if everything was still the same, he was still Bruce's perfect young son——

But he is not.

He's looking at Arkham, he's looking at Batman.

Batman stuffed Arkham, and Arkham's criminals escaped again.

Would it be easier for Batman if he killed all of Arkham's men?

No, Batman will never stop.

Salas felt anger, felt fear.

He had some of the same thoughts as the Arkham Maniac.

No, it's not right.

Things shouldn't have developed like this, he shouldn't have such thoughts, and he shouldn't be so thirsty for blood, his father, his father...

Is he wrong?Is he going astray?when?Why?Why?

No, no, he was born in the League of Assassins, and the League of Assassins is a bunch of lunatics.

Yes, it's not his fault, it's because of the League of Assassins.

It's because people in the League of Assassins like to kill people, that's why he has such a character.

His father is a hero, and heroes cannot give birth to aliens.

He just thinks this way, and he will never do that. He is a moral and principled person.

Salas told himself so repeatedly.

Until a year ago, Bruce dragged his tired body back to the mansion.

Salas didn't know what happened to him, only heard a few words between him and Tim.

His sharp awareness allowed him to catch some key words in those words: "Barbara... Salas... legs..., we need"

There was a sentence in it that surprised Salas. It was Bruce who said it—"It's not impossible."

His clever mind immediately connected these words together—"Barbara's legs can become one of us, so Salas's legs are not a big problem. We need new companions."

Bruce's answer to this was: "It's not impossible."

At that moment, Salas was stunned.

No, it cannot be like this.

When things got to this point, he couldn't lie to himself anymore, he had to admit that he was different from them, and he couldn't join that team.

He can't join that team, he will know all the secrets, all the plans of that team!Then he will destroy their plans and even hurt them!

He can't control himself, he is like a gentleman who is addicted to drugs, he will never be able to really control himself.

It can't be like this, absolutely can't be like this.

So he started to play dumb, he played dumb to the flaws that Bruce showed consciously or unconsciously.

No one can pretend to be perfect in front of family members, unless the family members themselves don't want to know.

Salas was the one who didn't want to know.

After a few times, Bruce also understood what Salas meant-he didn't want to participate in the business of the Bat family. For this reason, he could always be concealed, deceived, and never really integrated into that family.

He kept telling himself that Bruce Wayne was just a normal guy, he didn't have any secret identities.It is precisely because he is an ordinary person that his blood can never resist the madness that Aogu brought him.

He brainwashed himself in this way, and finally he believed it himself in the end.

Otherwise, he would always think, why him?Why is he the only hero in the family who is a lunatic?

He would think why his twins can be normal?

He can't help resenting, why do you use love to force me to admit the fact that I'm really a lunatic?