[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

When Bruce just "woke up" from the dream, he didn't realize that he was dreaming, and he was in the second bedroom of the manor.

Bruce sat on the edge of the bed, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking through the polished glass at the delicately decorated green plants in the manor—the shrubs in the garden were decorated into various shapes of animals, and he was still the eight-year-old who had just lost his life. parent's child.

At this time, the shelves were set up in the empty space of the garden of the mansion. After a while, the coffins of the Wayne couple will be placed side by side on the black supports, and the staff hired by the funeral home are placing flowers around the shelves. real and real.

Today is his parents' funeral, and everyone in Gotham will be there.

All the details are so real, whether it is the dark and gloomy sky on the day of the funeral, or the black suit placed by the bed, and even the water-stained pillow, his subconscious mind remembers every detail of that day , and the dream builder followed up the outline of the reflection in his dream, which perfectly reproduced the scene of the funeral that day.

"Knock" His bedroom door was knocked, and Bruce said, "Please come in."

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Alfred walked in, holding a plate in his hand, with a steaming breakfast on it, and a glass of milk on the plate, and Alfred put the plate on the On the small table by the floor-to-ceiling window, Alfred said, "Have something to eat, Master Bruce."

Bruce raised his hand and pressed his chest. There was a dull and painful feeling in his heart. Bruce watched Alfred squatting down in front of him. The boy in the dream lowered his head and leaned against Alfred weakly. On De's shoulder, Alfred touched Bruce's back, and he said, "You have to eat something, Master Bruce, you have to be in the middle of the crowd all afternoon today..."

"Maintain the remaining face of the Wayne family," Bruce cut off Alfred's words, he said: "I know, I am the only remaining member of the Wayne family, if my father is still alive, he wants me to maintain the family Face, for God's sake, Ah Fu, I...I can't even cry."

Alfred held Bruce's hand, he patted the back of Bruce's hand on his, and Alfred said, "Mr. Kent will come too."

"Really?" Bruce replied, smiling dryly.

"At ten o'clock, there will be visitors," Alfred said, "You don't have to come down, Master Bruce, I will take care of them."

"Where's Clark..." Bruce looked up, his eyes fixed on Alfred.

"Mr. Kent will come, and I will let him come to you as soon as he arrives."

"Yeah." Bruce responded in a low voice, he didn't say any more, Bruce withdrew his hand, stood up with his hands on the side of the bed, and walked to the small table by the French window, Alfred looked at Bruce Started to eat breakfast slowly, he slightly bowed, turned and left.

At this time, the Dream Team got into the car one after another on the small road leading to Wayne Manor, and all five of them were wearing black formal suits for the funeral.

As the team's dream maker, Ali Rednee sat in the co-pilot seat, she grabbed the wrist of the team leader who was driving, and asked anxiously: "Dum, we have never created a dream like today, Only you know the details of the dream, or is it at a point in time, on a specific date, with what happened as the main theme. For God's sake, Dom, what's the difference between that and letting the target dream it?"

"Yeah," Arthur asked, "According to our plan, are you sure we can spy on the target's secret?"

"Luthor, damn it," Ali Redne cursed, "How did he know about us planting ideas into Fisher's mind, you shouldn't have rescued Saito out, Dom, we don't care about it like this What is the difference between unpreparedly breaking into a dream constructed entirely by the target's subconscious mind and running naked."

Saito once hired a dream team to implant an idea into Fisher's mind. The idea they implanted made Fisher believe from the bottom of his heart that his father wanted him to give up inheriting his business empire and develop his own business. A small thought keeps Fisher Energy from becoming a business giant that controls energy.

"I will make sure that the three-layer dream meets the requirements of the employer," Dom said, tightening his hand on the steering wheel, "This is Luthor's request, and Luthor is very clear, Luthor told us very clearly, he As long as we describe Wayne's dream to him, that's our job."

Daum emphasized: "It is enough for you to know this."

"And," "The Forger" Eames stared into Dom's eyes, he said: "This mission, only you know the real mission objective, you have to tell us something, Dom, as we all know, Wayne is a bat Batman's patron, I don't want to wait for a visit from Batman one night."

"Luther, the person who threatened us, he is not a kind person, if not..." Dom braked, the car stopped on the side of the asphalt road, Dom turned his head, and said to his teammate who cooperated tacitly Truth: "Believe me, guys, I'm fighting the most powerful man in America," Daum said truth: "If it wasn't for my employer's plan to convince me enough, I wouldn't have thought of Wayne's dream. Come."

Dom's personal pronouns sound a bit confusing, one being Luthor, the other his employer, as if "Luthor" and "his employer" are not the same person.

Dom paused, and said: "Besides, my employer's secret, according to his words, he doesn't want too many people to know that Batman never kills, but we can't pin our safety on Batman's. Morally." In other words, Dom wasn't going to let his teammates know that secret.

"OK, we trust you, Dom," Arthur said, "We will remember the details of the dream as required by our employer. I hope there will be no accident like last time."

Daum nodded, and the five of them didn't speak any more. The car walked along the flat asphalt road through the woods. At the end of the road was Gotham's oldest manor—the unburned Wayne Manor.

The five walked into the manor along the planned route. The coffin of the Wayne couple was placed on a bracket in the center of the garden. The Wayne couple lay in the coffin in front of them as if they were sleeping peacefully.There were bouquets of flowers all around, like those along the path, and on the windowsills of the mansion.

When the five people entered, on the rows of black chairs placed in front of the coffin, the five people got down in the back row of the black chairs—it was said to be the back, but in fact there were about twenty rows.There were gentlemen and ladies in black formal suits sitting around, talking softly and making slightly noisy voices.

When an older middle-aged man led an eight-year-old child into the garden, the audience fell silent.

A solemn atmosphere enveloped the venue, but it wasn't so ostentatious that people couldn't breathe.Soon, the master of ceremonies announced the beginning of the funeral.The life of the two deceased was introduced, and after a while, a priest went to the front to do a memorial mass.In the end, he said that the dead were going to heaven, and they would be better off there.

Aliredne came to Dom, she was a little surprised, she asked: "Dum, the dream you created is really real, are these details provided by the employer?" Dom nodded, he sat still Straightforward, the details given by his employer are very meticulous, characters, scenes, speeches, memories.

It was his butler Alfred Pennyworth who led the young Bruce Wayne in the dream, and the older butler led the younger children, and the only remaining members of the Wayne family, tall and short, walked away In front of the coffin of the deceased, Daum couldn't see Wayne's face, and the eight-year-old kept his head down the whole time.

Then, the master of ceremonies began to lead the process of the funeral. A few friends went up and recalled some past events with the deceased, but they only recalled the happy things.Later, the master of ceremonies said that the deceased liked to listen to country songs, and now let him enjoy it for the last time.Gotham's most famous surgeon and Gotham's most famous female philanthropist lay quietly in the coffin.

"...Now," the singing stopped, the master of ceremonies continued: "All guests are invited to present flowers."

Wayne standing by the coffin still kept his head down. He didn't look at anyone, he didn't look at the dead parents, he didn't look at the funeral guests, and he didn't show any emotional reaction. The young child had a calm face and held his heart ——It can be seen that the boy standing by the coffin looking at his parents is very sad, but this kind of sadness without emotional expression is like the pain washed away by the flowing water of time.

The memory is deep but faint, and the injured has come out of grief.

The master of ceremonies announced the beginning of the farewell ceremony.The funeral attendants stood up one after another, moved forward, bypassed the dead, and placed white roses in their hands on the coffin.The guests walked around the coffins of the two deceased, and the master of ceremonies announced the closure of the coffins. Ali Redne noticed that Daum's eyes had been focusing on Bruce Wayne with his head bowed. The images of these guests in the dream were very clear , their target's memory of this period can be said to be unforgettable.

However, as a qualified dreamer, Ali Rudney always felt that something was wrong. This scene was too natural, but too profound. No one could remember all the details of an event clearly. It's like you remember that you have a plaid shirt, but you don't remember the direction of each line on the plaid shirt.

Daum stared closely after the funeral. The only owner of the Wayne family, an eight-year-old child, held the coffin with his hands, watched the black coffin slowly close, and watched the funeral home staff put nails on the coffin. Suddenly, Dom watched Bruce Wayne raise his head, his eyes focused straight on the eight-year-old boy sitting on the far right of the first row of chairs.

The five people were sitting at an angle where they could see it. The boy Wayne saw was wearing black-rimmed glasses and had curly hair all over his head. From this face, the five people could recognize him as Bruce. Wayne's friend Clark Kent.

"Carrying the coffin!" said the master of ceremonies. Outside the Wayne Manor, there is a family cemetery of the Wayne family. Members of the Wayne family are buried there. The funeral procession began to move. Bruce followed the coffin, holding the coffin with his left hand , holding Clark's hand tightly with the other hand.

Bruce held the coffin with one hand, which was his parents who loved and took care of him when he was young, and held his friend with the other hand, who accompanied him and understood him after he grew up and became an adult.

Suddenly, the boy holding the coffin withdrew his hand, he turned his head and turned around, and ran in one direction abruptly, but Bruce didn't let go of Clark's hand, Bruce shouted: "Follow me! Run! "

The two boys in formal attire ran towards the garden without caring about the reaction of the guests.

Just this small action, they clearly realized how important Clark Kent was to Bruce Wayne.

Such a small idea, like a seed planted in the soil, was buried in their hearts.

The five of them in the line of funeral guests, except for Dom, didn't notice at all that they were sinking deeper and deeper in this real and real dream.

"Go, Arthur," Dom whispered to the "Outpost", "Look at what happened, we are going to prepare the next plan."