[Zhongyingmei] Don't panic, I can still live!

Almost a year has passed since the turmoil in Gotham triggered by revenge. Gotham people have a kind of tenacity, that is, no matter how huge the destruction and blow they encounter, they can struggle to survive in the throes.

Human lives and blood are enough to spur change, at least temporarily.The judiciary thoroughly investigated the sensational persecution incidents exposed live on the Internet. The two families of Wayne and Kane put pressure on the political circles. The truth of the case was made public.

The Wayne Group has established a new legal aid foundation, which is overseen and managed by Timothy Drake, the Wayne Group's junior general manager, and is dedicated to providing legal aid for the vengeful mother in this suicide revenge incident. provide full and comprehensive legal assistance.Including but not limited to finding evidence, investigating the truth and bringing powerful perpetrators to court.

For this reason, he even once again donated to the law schools of various universities in Gotham, and set up a generous Wayne scholarship to provide financial assistance to law students from poor families but with excellent grades. After they graduate, they need to enter the aid foundation The law firm serves to provide help to those Gotham civilians who have nowhere to turn.

The demons that day appeared in the world had a great impact on everyone living in Gotham. The law cannot deter pure evil, but faith may be able to. They don't want to be Sodom abandoned by God, they don't want to be destroyed.

At least in the following year, those dignitaries who were caught by Batman and brought to trial never dared to use their power to escape legal sanctions.

Rich people began to set up various foundations, as if they all became philanthropists overnight.The Wayne and Kane families joined forces to introduce more new businesses to Gotham, and the remaining old Gotham families were also shocked by the wrath of heaven that day and did not dare to stop it too much.They have also supported some young entrepreneurs and vigorously developed technology and service industries other than finance in Gotham.These measures have provided Gotham with more jobs, and the most direct impact is that the number of low-level order disruptors walking in the dark night of Gotham has decreased a lot this year.

Everything seems to be developing in the good direction Bruce expected.Gotham seems to have gradually shed her rotten, old shell, and every cell is clamoring for a better life.

Bruce fell asleep again on the board meeting that he had to attend. The overly strong sunset was shining directly through the glass. He frowned and slowly opened his eyes, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover himself.He straightened up and looked around, the meeting room was empty.

When he walked to the president's office, Tim took a sip of coffee, his eyes were black and blue, as if he was accusing Bruce of his excessive behavior of exploiting underage labor, but Bruce focused his attention on the set of Sherlock Holmes by his desk. Episode Detective Collection.

Tim noticed Bruce's gaze, and he said subconsciously: "I'm too busy with work, I don't have much time to read the set of books you sent me, I can only take a few moments to turn a few pages."

"Me?" Bruce asked back.

Tim looked at his eyes as if he was worried about his old father with premature Alzheimer's, and said with pity: "Didn't you give this for New Year last year?"

Bruce didn't speak, and couldn't see any special expression, he just turned around and was about to leave.

Tim stopped him again: "By the way, Ulysses Medical Technology Company sent a person in charge from France to discuss the acquisition. Are you going or should I go?"

"Who?" Bruce asked, pausing.

"It seems to be called Chatham. It's one of Jacques Carlos' assistants. I called it before, and it was very cryptic to complain that these medical projects in Gotham were developed by the head of the family..."

Bruce didn't listen any more: "You go."

Before he walked out, Tim continued to say with an ambiguous expression: "There is also a young model named Sidney, who you introduced last year to sign an advertising endorsement. Now the contract is about to expire, do you want to renew it?"

Bruce didn't stop: "No."

After speaking, he walked out of the office.

"It's heartless." Tim whispered with emotion.

It was still early, and Bruce was standing downstairs in the Wayne Building, watching the gradually increasing number of passers-by with various shapes and colors. He turned up the collar of his coat, put his hands in his pockets, and got into the waiting car downstairs. .

He deliberately let Ah Fu drive slowly, the expensive Hennessey VenomGT looks particularly abrupt in the rushing traffic in the winter evening, and no one wants to drive a tortoise in front of them during the evening rush hour, even if this The car is so distinguished that it is limited to only 10 units worldwide.So along the way, he received many angry horns and middle fingers from overtaking owners.

He asked Ah Fu to park the car at the entrance of Naihe Island, and then walked towards Arkham by himself.

Naihe Island and Arkham were the centers of the battlefield that day, and suffered the most damage. The Wayne Group counted it as Batman's battle damage and carried out reconstruction. After a year, it was almost repaired.

The sky gradually darkened, and Naihe Island gradually began to become as bizarre as usual under the refraction of neon lights and smoke.Bruce walked slowly into the shadows cast by the lights and mist of the buildings, and then slowly walked out of these building shadows. All the indifferent or curious gazes and scenery in those alleyways finally dissolved into In the thick fog behind him.

He changed his clothes here and started his routine night patrol.

Today's Night Watch, like most of the past year, was nothing out of the ordinary.If Gotham's crime rate continues to remain at this year's level and continues to decline, maybe Batman can really become a faded memory in the long river of history one day.Bruce actually really hoped that such a day would come.

After the night watch, he returned to the Batcave, Ah Fu looked up at him, and said as usual: "Welcome back, master."

He hummed lightly and said, "Where's Tim?"

"Master Tim has been suffering from extreme lack of sleep for a month. In order to prevent the tragedy of Mr. Wayne's sudden death, I let him go to sleep. I will provide technical support for the next week. When Robin is needed Damian will do it."

Bruce responded in a low voice again, then sat silently in front of the workbench and continued to work.

Alfred looked at him for a while before saying, "Master, do you need to talk?"

Bruce's hand typing on the keyboard paused, and he asked in confusion, "Huh?"

Alfred looked at him lovingly: "Since Mr. John left, you have never smiled in the past year. Although the battle was dangerous, everyone lived well, but why do I feel that you seem to have lost something? What about the important person? I've been waiting for you to take the initiative to confide or ask for help, but until today, you haven't said anything. Can I know what's wrong with you?"

Bruce suddenly felt a sore throat.What can he say?Since Nemo wanted them to forget, and didn't want more people to feel sad for his departure, what right did he have to destroy Nemo's last wish?

But Alfred was always different, so he turned his head to look at the father-like man who grew up with him and said, "Do you remember Nemo Carlos?"

Alfred frowned suspiciously: "Is it the family behind Ulysses Technology Medical Company? And it's also related to the magic side?"

Bruce raised a faint expectation, he stood up and asked, "Yes, you remember him?"

The butler looked at Bruce's rare eagerness, and he shook his head apologetically: "Master, the information on Ulysses technology and medical treatment can be seen everywhere in the place where Master Tim appears recently, because it belongs to the Carlos family, so I will Sensitive to the surname. As far as I guess it has something to do with the magical side, mostly because all your anomalies came after Mr. John Constantine left. I guess this stuck with you, but I don't recall anyone you ever knew , and a magician."

Bruce's eager eyes were lost for a moment, and he walked to the display hall of the Batcave. The display cabinet next to the cabinet displaying the uniform of the second generation Robin was originally empty, but now it displayed a blue-green gemstone brooch and a hairpiece. White crystal with soft light.

The stone of the gemstone brooch does not seem to be a very precious variety, and the gem itself is also full of cracks. Not to mention the prominent Wayne family, even ordinary middle-class families would not use such a cheap and flawed piece. Gemstones for brooches.

His finger tapped lightly through the glass to a position at the same height as the display.

This soul fragment was given to him by Constantine before he left.

Constantine said that if he was to use the sword of the archmage, he needed the blessing of this soul fragment. Maybe this soul fragment would be exhausted after destroying the demon, but since Bruce did it himself as a blood oather, Lazarus has indeed been wiped out, and there is no need for any patches. This soul fragment should be left to Bruce as a souvenir.

Batman asked him at the time, why didn't you forget him, Constantine raised his eyebrows and said, "This is why I want to give you the soul fragment, with it, I may never forget it, maybe leave it After a long time, I will forget about him? After all, 'forgetting' is the easiest answer."

Alfred looked at Bruce's eyes looking at the showcase, and asked, "Does the item in this showcase belong to this Mr. Nemo?"

Bruce responded softly, "Yeah."

Alfred also looked at the showcase: "Nemo means 'nobody' in Latin, maybe he has hinted at you in this way long ago, he is a nobody, a person of nothingness. Master, anyway, I I still don't want you to be immersed in this lost emotion for too long, I believe this gentleman thinks the same way."

After a long time, Bruce said softly: "Ah Fu, go to rest, I will go to bed right away."

Alfred didn't stay long, and left the Batcave after finishing his work.

Bruce stood in front of the display case for a while, opened the glass of the display case, and put the brooch in his hand.

After leaving the Batcave and washing up, he leaned against the head of the bed, poured himself a glass of tequila, and drank it in one gulp.The taste of spicy and bitter spirits rushed straight to the forehead.Bruce still couldn't understand why Nemo liked to drink such a strong wine despite his gentle appearance.

Wine-loving Master Wayne could not approve of the wizard's rough taste.

Closing his eyes and waiting for the intensity to subside, he got out of bed, poured himself another glass of red wine, and walked to the window with the glass in hand.

The surroundings of Wayne Manor were very empty. Looking out of the window in the middle of the night, it was still a dense night without stars.Empty and lonely, just like Bruce's unwavering heart at the moment.

Slowly drinking the wine in his hand, he walked back to the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the blue box inside, opened the box, and there were two sapphire cufflinks lying on the pure black velvet cloth.

Bruce opened the closet in the middle of the night, slowly put on a set of banquet suits, then put two cuff buttons on the cuffs, and pinned the brooch with vertical and horizontal cracks on the left neckline.

Finally, he raised his hand to straighten his tie, and the cufflinks and brooch reflected each other in the mirror, shining a soft reflection.He silently admired his well-dressed self in the mirror for a while, and then lay down on the bed satisfied with his clothes.

Bruce is still the Gotham baby that everyone praises, he is like a perpetual old tree, still coming from spring to winter, and the grass grows and the warblers fly.He calmly followed the established personality that he had already set for himself, and silently took root in the hearts of everyone in Gotham.

He still plays a flirtatious Gotham prince in high-class banquets. When the company needs him, he will also attend various meetings and dutifully be a Wayne vase in others' hearts. Wearing a uniform, he wandered in every dark alley of Gotham day after day, silently and sharply attacking every criminal who dared to run rampant at night in Gotham.All this is no different from the past ten years.

If anything, Wayne seldom smiled even when he was in Bruce's state.But that doesn't detract from his charm, Bruce's affectionate blue eyes are always covered with thin ice, which makes him even more mysterious and charming.The meddlesome people in Gotham even started a bet, betting on which beauty can win the Gotham baby who is transformed into the flower of Gaoling.

After returning to the bedroom from the Batcave after another night patrol, Bruce lay on the bed and let out a deep breath.He drank another shot of tequila, which he didn't like, before bed.

Master Wayne has never been willing to wrong himself when it comes to eating and drinking, drinking this glass of wine that he doesn't like, just because this is one of the few ways to miss the old man.

As the spirits entered his throat, the breath he exhaled was also tinged with bitterness. He raised his hand and placed the blue-green gemstone brooch under the main lamp, in front of his vision.This gem was once indestructible.He and Lucius had even broken it with the diamond cutter, but it still failed.But now, this stone is full of cracks, so fragile that it seems to be broken if it is pinched.

His eyes stayed on this scarred stone for a long time, as if he wanted to see something through the gem.

Bruce remembered their first meeting. The 19-year-old magician was young and alert, and the 26-year-old Batman was reckless and suspicious. Their encounter was not really a good one, but it seemed like a destined encounter.

There are so many houses to hide from in Gotham's East Side, but he happened to enter Nemo's clinic and was hit by him again.Batman will review every mistake he made, and sum up experience and learn lessons from it, but he just forgot that one time, so he entangled with each other for so many years until he carved each other into his bone marrow.

Bruce kissed the brooch in his hand, then fell asleep holding it in his hand.

During this year, Bruce seldom dreamed, and even more rarely dreamed of his old friend, but today, the long-lost dream came quietly.

In the dream, the trembling ground was covered with gravel and blood. He knelt on the ground, as if he was holding someone in his arms. He maintained a hugging posture, but the person in his arms put his head on his shoulder. superior.

The black wildfire gradually extinguished from the surface. He looked down at the long white hair falling on his hands. Who was he holding?I really can't remember.

He wanted to know who the other party was so much, he wanted to lift the person's face up, but the weight on his shoulders was unbelievably strong.

So he stroked the other person's long hair and complained, "Who the hell are you?"

The man didn't answer him.Bruce subconsciously felt that this person seemed to leave at any moment.So his hands tightened a little.

The man let out a cry of pain, and Bruce thought it was too hard, so he immediately let go of his arm.The person in his arms finally raised his head.

He saw a pair of emerald green eyes.

Bruce felt a palpitation, his eyes were full of sour emotions, and the name almost blurted out.

The man whispered in his ear:

"Please don't cry at my grave

I wasn't there, and I didn't leave. *"

He stretched out his hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then shattered into starlight, scattered in the wind.

Bruce woke up abruptly.

The room was pitch black. He sat up and raised his hand to turn on the electronic clock, which showed 03:30 in the morning.

The feeling of forgetting someone in the dream made him palpitate after waking up, sitting on the bed for a while, he touched under the pillow and touched the brooch.He took out the brooch and looked at it. The base was still there, but the jewel in the middle was missing.

He couldn't sleep anymore, lifted the pillow and quilt, and squatted under the bed carefully looking for the stone for a long time. When he couldn't find the stone for a long time, he got up and walked to the study, set the clock and opened the secret door leading to the bat cave and walked down. .

Bruce walked slowly down the stone steps step by step. He seldom went there in his pajamas. At this moment, he was immersed in the anxiety of losing important things, and his eyes were unfocused on the jagged stone walls of the Bat Cave.

The real Bruce Wayne is neither sentimental nor romantic. He sees rocks as rocks, sees water as water, and never has any extra divergence on these dead things, so he looks at the bony monster in the Batcave with a cold face. Moss and water stains on the stone, secretly planning to wait until dawn to discuss with Lucius to improve the excessive humidity in the Bat Cave. He remembered that the crystal should not be exposed to too humid environment for a long time.

But he didn't think long.As soon as he walked to the floor of the main console, he was keenly aware that there were traces of strangers in the Bat Cave, which was supposed to be absolutely secret.

The hairs all over Bruce's body stood on end.With tense muscles, he walked lightly towards the main console.The security level of the Batcave can almost reach the level of national defense. Who can quietly break through the security and invade the Batcave?

The computer on the main console lit up, and Bruce held several bat darts and Tasers under the workbench in his hands. The coordinates of the intruder first landed in front of the showcase containing Nemo's soul fragments, and then The path of the coordinates moved slowly, passing the second generation Robin's uniform display cabinet, stepping into the hall of armor, then passing by the bat computer, the mummy box, and stopped for a while in front of the large clown card.Finally, he's standing in the Dinosaur Robot booth in the Batcave.

Bruce's heart was beating wildly, and he slowly walked down the stairs, towards the location where the robot dinosaur was placed.

A black-haired young man was lowering his head and fiddling with the buttons on a shirt that was obviously not his size.

After hearing light footsteps on the stairs, he stopped his fingers and slowly raised his head.

The youth looked very young, as if he was only in his early 20s.His skin was fair, but he didn't look slender at all, and his legs exposed to the air had obvious smooth muscle lines.The white shirt he's wearing now was thrown there by Bruce after taking a shower in the Batcave.The hem barely covers the buttocks and hides the heels of the legs.

He complained as if distressed: "Apart from armor, don't you have any daily clothes here?"

When he spoke, there was a very natural familiarity in his tone.He was handsome, the kind of face Bruce would never forget if he had seen it before, but it was indeed the first time Bruce had seen this face.

The only familiar ones are those emerald green eyes as before.

Bruce was standing on the stairs with the Taser in one hand and the Batarang hidden in the palm of the other, but he couldn't move at all at the moment.

Like the robot dinosaur a few steps away, he stood in place like a specimen.

Bruce could barely breathe.He was deeply afraid that this moment was still a dream he hadn't woken up from yet.He didn't dare to reach out and touch the other person, he was afraid that such a beautiful dream would break like a bubble.

The young man raised his hand, and lying in the palm was a blue-green, flawless gem: "Are you looking for this?"

Bruce still didn't speak.

So the young man stepped forward, went up three stairs, and faced Bruce with one step across.

"The Forgetting Curse should remind you of our first meeting. Could it be that it has expired after too long? I really don't remember me?" Nemo asked with a smile as he put the stone back into his palm, staring into his eyes.

Bruce threw away the bat dart in his hand. He stretched out his fingers, trying to touch the young man's face, but suddenly felt timid again.

Would he really not puncture this dream?

The young man seemed to have seen through his thoughts, he went up another step, and rubbed his face against the side of Bruce's fingertips.

There was a soft touch and human warmth to Bruce's fingers.

The young man bent his eyes, then turned his head and kissed Bruce's finger.

"You're back." Bruce said hoarsely.

"Well, I'm back."

The young man walked up another level of steps, stood beside Bruce, raised his head and kissed him.

Bruce has never felt that the air that is unique to the Batcave, filled with the smell of damp moss, smells so good.

The author says:

This is the end of the text here, thank you again for your support!I wish you all a happy day!There is another chapter tomorrow that is not a special episode?It's a finished chapter.The central idea is serious (?) sprinkles.Chirp~

The asterisk is a reference to "Please Don't Cry at My Grave" by American poet Mary Elizabeth Frye

The full text is as follows:

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Please don't stand by my grave and cry

I am not there, I do not sleep

I'm not there, I'm not asleep

Iamathousandwindsthatblow

I am the wind that blows up

Iamthediamondglintsonsnow

I'm a diamond in the snow, shining bright

Iamthesunlightonripenedgrain

I am the warm sunshine, close to the rice

I am the gentle autumn's rain

I am the drizzle in autumn, gently and softly

Whenyuawakeninthemorninghush

when you wake up to the peace of the morning

Iamtheswiftupliftghtrush

I run wild with soaring passion

Ofquietbirdsincircledflight

In the quiet circling of birds

I am the soft stars that shine at night

I have released the gentle Lang Lang stars

Do not stand at my grave and cry

Please don't weep over my grave,

I am not there, Idid notdie

I'm not there, I'm not gone.

~感谢在2022-06-1013:48:31~2022-06-1117:21:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: draw 1 beauty yarn;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Zhiwu and momo; 10 bottles of A Yin and Luren are still passers-by; 5 bottles of Xianyu; 1 bottle of Xinggong, Zhongzhong, and Xia Chengxi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!