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

——I didn't expect Bruce's entrustment to come in handy here.

Thomas didn't go any further.He looked at Brucey's helmet, which he hadn't taken off, and was very considerate: "Would you like to live in Wayne Manor, Batman? There will be more people here, if you need something cleaner, I'm in the city There is a small villa..."

"It's fine here," Bruce said.

He had been away from his parents for nearly a year, and although the father he was familiar with was not in front of him now, but staying in Wayne Manor was really a great temptation, which made him agree almost without thinking.

"I will stay for a few days and consider further plans."

"Oh?" Thomas grasped the information revealed in his words, "What was your original plan?"

Brucey didn't hide it either—as long as he didn't know about time travel, even if he told his purpose out, Thomas couldn't guess that he was his youngest son, who was only eight years old now.

"I was planning to come to Gotham," he said, "but here... it's not what I expected."

His young father suddenly showed a slightly embarrassed expression.It is probably similar to when the host entertains the guests and finds that the house is in a mess.

"Actually, Gotham isn't like this," he explained.The previous economic depression had a great impact on Gotham. A large number of bankrupt enterprises caused many civilians to lose their source of livelihood and become displaced.

This is also something that Thomas has been worrying about recently.

He wants to jointly fund with other rich people to establish a temporary funding agency to guarantee the basic life of unemployed civilians, so that they will not be desperate or even die as a result.

But others showed little interest in the proposal.Damage your own property for the sake of civilians?Rich people admit that Wayne is a good man, but they are not willing to do such a thankless thing.

Judging from today's incident, things are already getting worse...

Thomas thought, his expression gradually serious.

Bruce took the opportunity to look at his young father—in his impression, he rarely saw such a worried expression on his father's face.

He was a little curious for a moment: "What are you thinking, Mr. Wayne?"

Thomas looked up at him.

Maybe it's because the armor dilutes Batman's sense of existence as a 'human', making him look more like a machine than a stranger; maybe it's because of the trust in the savior.He hesitated for a moment, but told the other party frankly about his worries.

"..."

Brucey crouched on the roof of the Wayne Building.

In this era, the Wayne Building was still the tallest building in Gotham, standing on it can overlook the entire Gotham without hindrance.

The light below is scattered, submerged in the night with the gloom unique to the old age, not as brightly lit and busy as Brucey's Gotham 14 years later in Brucey's memory, not even comparable to Bruce's Gotham—at least Bruce's Gotham Tan city center is still a bright pearl.

In Bruce's eyes, Gotham in front of him is somewhat like a pearl covered in dust.

He is on the night watch.

Sometimes things are just so weird.

——Going back to Gotham 14 years ago, facing the chaos caused by the current economic depression, Brucey took the initiative to do what Batman does every day without anyone asking.Before that, he thought about helping Bruce, thinking about being Batman's friend and backing, but he never thought about being a Batman...

It's so weird that every Bruce Wayne in every universe has an indissoluble bond with the name Batman.

Even if he never thought about being Batman.

The AI ​​from Stark monitored the whole camera for him.

This is far from enough.

Cameras are not popular in this era, and no one is dedicated to promoting the construction of this kind of infrastructure.It is almost impossible for Bruce to control the crime trends in Gotham through surveillance.

He can only patrol by himself.

It's tiring.

Even for Brucey, who has a reactor to power the armor, three hours of night patrol in armor is very tiring.

He jumped from the tall Wayne Building and fell into free fall.The feeling of weightlessness stimulates a massive release of adrenaline.

And Brucey thought of Bruce endlessly in this brief silence——

Did Bruce face the same situation when he first became Batman?So Wayne Enterprises specially funded and upgraded the monitoring system of □□P in order to solve this problem?

At that time, Bruce was wearing armor and only relied on hook claws to go up and down. How did it feel after each time?

tired?

I am very tired now.

And maybe the pain... Batman's original armor wasn't the workmanship it is now, and back then, getting injured by the Night Watch was probably a common occurrence for Bruce.

and also--

anger.

Brucie leaps down and lands in the middle of the alley where the crime is taking place.

DUANG!

"Let her go!" He threatened hoarsely, "Don't make me say it a second time."

Brucie chose the hoarse voice of 986 Batman as his voice line—one to increase intimidation, and the other to prevent Brucey Jr. from growing up and realizing that Batman's voice is almost identical to his own.

The gangster didn't take it seriously: "Who do you think you are, you can teach me how to do things?"

They surrounded the 'prey' they had hunted, and shook the iron rod and crowbar in their hands at Brucey, with malicious smiles full of threats.

"If you are more polite, it is not impossible to let you join-but now, you make me unhappy."

He wasn't prepared to listen to Bruce at all.

Under the helmet, Brucey's eyes sharpened.

He arched his body, stepped on the ground with his toes, and shot out quickly.

The dark blue armor is like a blue arc. The AI's boost was timely and effective, almost in the next second, Brucey had already flashed in front of the eyes of the first gangster.

A punch to the bridge of the nose.

'Ow! '

Nosebleeds splattered, and the gangster was beaten backwards, fell to the ground, covered his nose and groaned in pain.Brucey tapped the ground, dodged, and in a blink of an eye he was behind the second person.A sharp elbow.There was an AI alarm in his ears, and the iron rod whizzed and swept down, only to be blocked by the second person picked up by Brussy's backhand.

'Crack,' that ominous crunch.

Bruce took the opportunity to get close to the person who attacked him, kneed on him, swept his legs, and knocked the person down two or three times.The crowd of gangsters had already realized that something was wrong, and they were retreating cautiously, and the lady who was surrounded in the middle was also exposed.

Bruce met the tear-filled eyes that were still in shock.

He paused, untied the cloak hanging around his neck and put it on the other party: "It's all right." The voice changed by the voice changer was hoarse, but at this moment it was particularly convincing.

The woman wrapped her cloak tightly and relaxed a little visibly.

The gangsters have already taken the opportunity to disperse.

"Friday."

"The escape route has been marked." The AI ​​replied reliably.

The blue Batman dodges away.

Not long after, high and low screams came from the alley next door, which soon turned into a low scream.Brucey didn't beat up the criminals too much.Still, as a surgeon, his knowledge of the vulnerable parts of the human body has made these guys drink a pot hard.

The bastards lay on the ground. The sounds of □□ came one after another, and each sound was filled with pain.Bruce stood in the middle, ready to give them a second stab so they could all be bundled up and packed for the police station.

A special bell interrupted him.

Brucey paused, subconsciously looking at the time.

Friday's prompt followed: "There's a comm from Batman, can I get through?"