The bat's family Wayne [Comprehensive British and American]

Why did I come to this world?

In the past few days, Brucey has often wondered about this question.

In the previous 20 years of life, Brucey had almost no unsatisfactory things.He has perfect parents, a wealthy family, and he is also extremely talented, and this is the happiest life in the world.

Compared with his bewildered peers, he established his ambition early on and has been working hard for it—becoming a doctor in the United States is not easy.Counting from the time of college, ordinary people need at least 11 years of study and practice to become a formal doctor.In contrast, Brucey, who got his medical license in his 20s, is fully worthy of the term genius.

In the previous 25 years, he had no regrets in his life.

Once time travelling, having no regrets becomes the biggest regret.Because he has completely lost that life—unless he can return to his own world.And it must be done as soon as possible, so as not to disappear for too long and be deemed dead.

Bruce knew that was unlikely.

Let him get the best first, then lose all.It was like a joke from fate, with pure malice, trying to make him be crushed by such a gap.

In the previous few days, Brussie worked hard to live and try to improve his existing situation.He seemed normal, but when he was alone, he was always overwhelmed by pain.

Why is it me?Why do you come here?He is completely unfamiliar with this place, and he has no feelings in his heart. Bruce knows that in the past few days, he has only one problem on his mind, and that is to go back.

——Until I received Bruce's not-so-comfortable consolation.

For the first time, he bet his feelings and attention on the other person.

Bruce is a playboy, playful, capricious, unideal, and muddling along.

Brucey has always believed that he was only temporarily knocked down by pain, and one day, he will find a new goal, but now...he still wants to lie in his past for a while.

Bruce was different from him.The loss of his parents seems to have completely and completely changed the other person's life, making him wantonly waste his talent and squander money just for the immediate happiness.

Deep down, Bruce felt vaguely that Bruce had been knocked down by the pain.

The two of them are obviously so similar, so similar that they seem to be twin brothers born to the same mother.Bruce was instinctively close to Bruce, but the diametrically opposed life attitudes of the two reminded him of their differences all the time.

Perhaps, I came here to set a good example for Bruce?Bruce thought wildly.

——This idea is absurd, but as soon as it appeared, it was firmly rooted in Brucey's heart and could not be lingered.

He was too lost, needed a goal so badly, and Bruce was right in front of him.

"Mr. Wayne? Mr. Wayne?"

"Ah?" Brucey snapped back to his senses, and was facing the eyes that the employees were accustomed to—it was common for Bruce Wayne to wander off at meetings, and even Bruce Wayne was caught by the other party's attention. .

He was a little embarrassed: "Where did you just say?"

His assistant gestured to the document in front of him with a polite attitude: "Speaking of which, you can sign the document."

"..." The purpose of the meeting was to discuss whether to implement this document, but I was distracted from the beginning to the end.Brucey didn't have the skill of Bruce, so he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.

He silently bowed his head and signed his name.

"Dismiss."

Bruce has changed.

Bruce sensed this acutely when the two met.

"You figured it out at last?" he said, drawing a surprised look from Bruce.

Bruce knew why—according to Bruce Wayne's character, he shouldn't be so sensitive to each other's emotional changes.But Bruce is not just Bruce Wayne, he's also Batman.As the eyes in Gotham's darkness, he is surprisingly sensitive to all the troubles.

But Bruce didn't know it yet.

He was surprised for a short while, and then quickly attributed it to the particularity of the peers—they are so similar, it is not surprising that they can easily detect each other's emotions.Didn't Bruce take the initiative to comfort himself yesterday?

Thinking of this, Brucey felt a little more intimate in his heart.

"Yes, figured it out."

Bruce nodded, and reached out to take the accessories that Bruce had taken off - the same suit is easy to order, but the exact same accessories are hard to find.In order to avoid being found out that Bruce Wayne is actually two people, they always exchange jewelry on their bodies before Bruce goes out.

"Then continue to play me well," Bruce buttoned his cuff buttons and smiled slowly, "In return...you can spend money in my name."

That's really something wayward Bruce can say.Bruce felt a little funny—with such a face, if he went to collect credit behind Bruce's back, would Bruce still be able to find out?

His small bills were mixed with Bruce's sky-high expenses, but they were not conspicuous at all.

Of course, Bruce wouldn't do that.

He watched Bruce slowly arrange the decorations on his body, brushing his fingers over the flat suit fabric, looking very solemn, and couldn't help being curious.

"Who are you dating today?"

Bruce raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes seemed as sharp as a knife, but when he looked again, it was just plain disgust: "Today is the death day of father and mother."

"Of course—" he added, "it has nothing to do with you."

Brussi is blocked.

Bruce has already looked away, and is solemnly arranging his clothes.Before going to pay his respects to his parents at the Wayne family cemetery, he will also attend a charitable giving ceremony.As the main donor, Bruce was required to address the ceremony.

Trousers, cuffs, and collar, Bruce was sure everything was safe before he turned his attention to Bruce, whose facial expression was too existential.

"what happened to you?"

"Uh..." Bruce hesitated to speak.

"I think..." He considered his words, "I want to meet them too."

'They' naturally refers to Thomas and Martha.Brucey was afraid of poking into Bruce's sore spot, so he didn't even dare to say the name directly, and replaced it with vague pronouns.

"It's okay if it's inconvenient," he said, "after all, those are your parents..."

Bruce stared at him for a while, and Bruce looked more and more bewildered.

He even began to regret his impulsiveness—knowing that Bruce is sensitive and fragile, and he still hasn't let go of the pain of losing his parents, why should he mention the other's pain?

Even if it was Thomas and Martha, they were not my parents anymore, so what would change if I went to see them?

Bruce's eyes were as deep as a dull sea, and Bruce couldn't even tell whether the look in the other person's eyes was sad or wary... Maybe it was both?

"Yes," he said.

"what?"

"You and Ah Fu go to the family cemetery and wait for me, I will come soon."

Bruce withdrew his gaze, and walked straight past him, bringing a cool breeze.Soon, a figure in a black suit left the room, and the silver-white door closed with a click, but Bruce couldn't help staring in the direction of the wooden door.

For some reason, he seemed to suddenly read a breathtaking depressive emotion from that black silhouette—even though the owner of the back was a well-known playboy.

"We can go, Mr. Bruce." Alfred reminded him.

Brucey recovered from his brief daze.

"……OK."

What the hell is Bruce thinking?After Ah Fu sat on the soft seat of the Mercedes-Benz, the surroundings became quiet, and this question unexpectedly returned to Bruce's mind.

He couldn't stop himself from thinking.

How severe was the scar of losing his parents?How much pain was suppressed in the heart of Playboy Wayne?

"Foo," he called out suddenly, "Can you tell me about Bruce?"

"..." The butler was silent.After a while, it seemed that he had found the right words, "Master is a strong and sensitive person."

"..." This was not the answer he wanted.

Bruce opened his mouth, wanting to ask again.But the outline of the Wayne family cemetery appeared in his sight, and the gloomy cemetery looked exactly like the one in Bruce's own world.The familiar cemetery made Bruce lose the interest of asking, and he fell silent.

The small tombstones of Thomas and Martha Wayne stood at the head of the family plot, looking fresh and old.

Bruce was informed of the death of his parents as early as the first meeting with Bruce.But until now, until the tombstone that symbolizes farewell stands in front of his eyes, Brucey seems to have finally realized the meaning of the death news.

——It is life and death, and the people you love and cherish are separated forever by a thin piece of land.From then on, even if you want to tell your thoughts, you can only face the simple cold stone tablet, not the gentle and smiling face of your loved one.

The most frightening thing is that as time goes by, the memory of their faces will fade away little by little, leaving only their tombstones standing coldly in the cemetery for a long time.

Knowing that these were not his parents, Bruce couldn't help but empathize with him—he was in another world, and he couldn't even use the tombstone to enshrine his nostalgia.Thinking about it this way, the future seemed even more meaningless than the life Bruce was living through.

The desire to go back seized him again, followed by the great despair brought about by nowhere to go home.

"..." Bruce's breath became short of breath.

This is what Bruce saw when he first arrived.Brucey stared at the tombstone with a terribly depressed expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking of.

He strode over: "This is my parents."

Bruce made a sovereign sound.

Brucey was in a trance, and his body took a step back faster than his brain reacted, making room for Bruce, who was paying his respects to his parents.

He returned to Alfred, watched Bruce lower his brows softly, and walked towards the tombstone with the bouquet in his hand.The other party is like a prodigal son who has finally found a harbor, and all his arbitrary and reckless behaviors have turned into longing for his parents.

Bruce brushed off the almost non-existent dust on the tombstone with his soft fingertips, and stood in front of the tombstone, staring silently.

The man in the suit was silent, bowing his head in front of two small tombstones.This scene looks like a timeless oil painting, silently interpreting something that Brucey doesn't understand at the moment.

Bruce didn't know if Bruce had said anything to his parents, but he thought he had something to say.Even though his parents were not buried under the ground, these two tombstones also had special meanings for Brucey—they were the tombstones of Thomas and Martha.

——It was not what he wanted to come to this world, and Bruce was regarded as a bridge connecting him to this world.It is he who has been painting the ground as a prison, stubbornly guarding the place that is most closely connected with the original world, unwilling to accept the new world.Bruce thought, it's time for him to leave his small cage. Although the road ahead is difficult... But, he wants to set an example for Bruce.

"Go back." Bruce walked past the two of them.He looked like the dandy again -- like the prodigal son, after a brief mooring, to hit the wind again.

"Bruce?"

Bruce called to him.He stared at the other person's eyebrows and eyes, unable to tell what kind of mood he was in.

"Can I go for a walk?" he heard his own voice say.

Bruce was taken aback for a moment, without hesitation: "Of course."

As if thinking of something, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and his tone rose briskly: "What identity do you want to use to appear in front of the public?"

"..."

silence.

Brucey suddenly remembered his misunderstanding.He was silent, but couldn't help but start to smile.

"How about," said in unison, "Just say you are my younger brother?"

The author has something to say: ah, before the relationship between the two of you develops, has Bruce already put on two vests?

Bat you should reflect on yourself!