A meow and a dog

"...You mean, she's your mother—?" Superman asked in bewilderment.

"Yeah. At least that's what I can tell." Batman pulled his cape up, which made him look more like a bat than a person. "Use your Kryptonian brain, Superman. Nobody in Gotham is going to try to play my mother, let alone—"

Superman didn't pay attention to Batman's sudden stop. He was worried about whether his friend was bewitched by his desire for his family, because compared to the previous attitude of the Dark Knight, this decision was almost rash, "Are you really Are you sure? She could also be an ordinary woman who knows your identity."

Batman flung his cloak violently, turned around and stared fiercely into Superman's eyes, "...Who do you think I am? Who do you think you are?"

"B..." said superhumanly, wanting to make his friend think carefully again—unfortunately, he only received a menacing threatening look, and a back that turned away without hesitation.

"Rao."

Bruce sat in the bat cave with his head bowed, as if he was thinking about something quietly, but only he knew that he was in a daze.It is completely meaningless to come to the Batcave at this time. Since the clown died and the police in Gotham put Batman on alert again, Commissioner Gordon was temporarily dispatched to Metropolis. Acting like Batman is his enemy, which also prevents Batman from receiving any reliable information-he doesn't need to come here to process the data.

According to the past, Batman should deal with the Wayne Company documents, reason and emotion have said so to Bruce, and repeated it over and over again.But Bruce just didn't want to, because his soul told him with gunshots and screams: That's your mother.

There is no reason why a son should hide from his mother.

What brought Bruce back to his senses was the sound of high heels that was exactly the same as last time. Before his sanity returned, Bruce was horrified to find that his body had stood up automatically and leaned against the clown makeup, still as he On the shoulders of a gentle mother at the age of 8.After really touching the warmth that he hadn't touched for decades, the remaining bit of vigilance in Bruce's mind dissipated with Martha's hug.

"My child..." Martha sighed, skillfully and unquestionably removed the mask from Bruce's face, "You shouldn't be wearing this..."

"...You're all dead...I was there alone..." Bruce closed his eyes, and heard his own voice hoarse and low, "If I had been braver then, Don't be so weak and powerless..."

Martha held Bruce's chin firmly, and wiped away the tears he didn't know when with the other hand, "Don't say that...my child, it's not your fault. You're already brave Yes. You mean a lot to us. That’s not something two bullets can cancel.”

Bruce opened his eyes suddenly and held Martha's wrist, "Please don't leave me again."

Martha smiled and kissed the forehead of the person in front of her, "I won't, I promise."

"...Mother, would you like to visit the Batcave?"

"Oh," Martha held Bruce's hand back, "I'd rather go see Gotham City right now, what do you think, Bruce?"

"Of course, mother." Bruce suppressed his slightly excited mood, "but I don't think this outfit is a good choice for shopping."

Martha looked at Bruce and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll be waiting for you—my child."

"What do you think is wrong with Bruce?" Superman frowned, feeling a cloud of worry emerging from the bottom of his heart, "I'm very worried about him, if you go and take a look, you will find that he seems to be - controlled, ignored Everything suspicious."

"I don't know." Flash said lightly, resting his legs on the table, "But I think you are too worrying, Dachao - Bat will naturally be a little excited when he meets his mother, so there is nothing to be wary of ?”

"...I'm not talking about Bruce—it's the woman. I don't think there's anything right about her."

Hal snorted, "Superman, you're too sensitive."

Superman held onto the tabletop, staring at his looming shadow on it, "Don't you think, all this is too coincidental? First, the papers distributed everywhere, and then the death of the clown. So regular. And, Bruce is The son of Gotham, that person came to Gotham for a whole day, as a mother who loves her son so much, she didn't even know that her son was still alive, and it was the Waynes who died?"

The Flash and the other heroes looked at each other, then lowered his legs, "Dachao, what do you think should be done?"

"That's the Wayne Building—oh, after the reconstruction. Because Superman once punched a hole in there," Bruce laughs.

Martha smiled at Bruce, who was also smiling, and said, "I'm so glad to meet you again, Bruce. But we all know the truth, don't we?"

"...What fact?" Bruce tried his best to hide his panic, and ordered himself to ignore the uneasiness rising from the bottom of his heart.

Martha reached out and stroked the broken hair beside her ear, still smiling, "We all know that the other party is not my relative at all, right? My little Bruce is dead. You are just a fake."

Before Bruce could react—or when he didn’t want to react, he saw a bat-shaped dart flying towards him, but it was bounced back immediately—Superman stood in front of him.

"I don't allow you to hurt her, ma'am. Even if you are Bruce... Mr. Wayne's mother... someone you know well." Superman said seriously, and then appeared behind him The remaining five elders of the Justice League.

Martha didn't move, she touched her chin, and said as expected: "You are here to escort me back to our world? Oh, that's just right." She arranged her hair comfortably and walked into the In the transparent green ball formed by the Green Lantern ring. "Oh, wait. There's one more thing." Martha put down her hand, gestured towards Bruce beside Superman a few times, and then she seemed extremely happy and said, "Greetings for Alfred for me , Bruce."

Bruce, on the other hand, stood stiffly on the spot, until Alfred came to pick him up before he seemed to come back to his senses.

"How are you feeling, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, those bystanders will be dealt with by the league."

Alfred sighed: "I'm asking about your situation, Master Bruce."

"Me?" Bruce put his hand on his forehead, and said happily and sadly: "Do you know what my mother said to me at the end, Alfred?"

"What is it, Master Bruce?"

"'Remember, kid. The world can't separate mother from son. But you're Batman. And you know, a mother doesn't mind dyeing her son's hands red'."

"What about the bat dart, Master Bruce?"

Bruce snapped it lightly, and it seemed like a very strong bat dart broke, "No mother would hurt her child, Aff."

The author has something to say:

In fact, the ending has been entangled for a long time whether it is BE or HE, and finally remembered the sentence "the author of the fan makes up for the regret of the original work", and a certain person thinks that a mother will never hurt her son at any time, so the finale is HE.

The plot is probably: Martha came to the parallel world and found that Bruce did not die here, but the Wayne couple.Because Martha is a clown, Martha, who has been dealing with her husband, first distributed the papers, and then solved the number one enemy for her son - the clown. As for how she knew, as I mentioned, Luther and the clown just recently Being sent to prison, Martha can easily find out.And the reason why she acted so tortuously was because she wanted other members of the alliance to misunderstand that she was tainted by the title of clown, because a mother knew her son best, and she would not embarrass her son in any sense.