[Comprehensive British and American] Enthusiastic villains save the earth

Clark failed to wait for Bruce's 8th birthday party, and what he received was an obituary from the Wayne family.

Jonathan and Martha held the heavy letter and remained silent for a long time. Perhaps they were considering whether they should tell the news to the two young boys who had no concept of life and death.

Finally Martha told the boys about it.

Garhold received the news earlier than Jonathan and Martha. The powerful intelligence center Ordis can monitor every move of the city's communications, and the day after Thomas Wayne's accident, Ordis had already learned about it through Gotham's police channel This news.

Garhold has experienced the death of his parents, adoptive mother, old friends, and countless enemies. He has long been used to being accompanied by death.

But this is all tens of thousands of years later. He originally thought that he could get rid of the fear that lingered in his heart, the fear of death, by relying on technology that surpassed the times.

It wasn't until now that he realized that he was still standing still.He can't save anyone, death will come to him eventually, and he is experiencing the disappearance of people he knew well.

"Mom, what is death?" Clark, who was just over four years old, was the only child who couldn't understand the difference between life and death.

"Death means that I will never see him again," Martha stroked Clark's head tenderly, and said emotionally, "I will never see Uncle Thomas and Aunt Martha again."

"What about Bruce?" Clark said with some concern. "Can't Bruce see them too?"

"Yes Clark...I'll never see you again." Children's words are always the most innocent and most resonant. The emotional Martha hugged Clark with some sadness. Clark felt his mother's sadness, and his own emotions were not self-conscious. fell down.

"Are we going to see Bruce? He must be sad not to see his parents..." Clark muttered softly, "I don't want everyone to be sad... I don't like to die."

Garhold patted the boy's head. He despised himself for living in the comfort zone for too long. The ferocious wolf had smoothed its claws and claws, making it no different from a defeated dog.

Garhold couldn't help asking in his heart, can he really protect Clark, and what can he do if a stranger pulls out a weapon at the next moment.

Shortly after this, the Kent family received a call from Alfred, the housekeeper of the Wayne family, asking them to go to Gotham to attend the condolence meeting of the Wayne couple.

Out of respect for the Waynes and his wife, as well as nostalgia for the time he spent with the Wayne family, Jonathan decided to take Clark and Garhold with him.Martha prepared two serious-looking formal suits for Clark and Galhold. It was the first time Clark wore this kind of dress, and he was a little depressed, and his already sad mood became even more uncomfortable.

It wasn't a short-circuit from Smallwell to Gotham, and Jonathan drove them on the highway in his car.Garhold watched as the scenery outside the window changed from the farm's naturally refreshing blue sky and white clouds to overcast clouds.It also seemed to indicate his general mood.

Clark seemed to be deeply affected by these emotions, and he talked a lot less along the way. He lay down beside the car window with a sad face, staring at the gray sky with fascination.

The car slowly drove into Gotham amidst the roar of machines rumbling around. This was the first time for Clark to leave Smallwell, and it was also Garhold's return to Gotham. Such a way to come.

Clark stared out the window intently, watching the utility poles move backward one after another and disappeared from sight. Birds rarely appeared in the sky of Gotham, and it seemed naturally insulated from this dark city made of steel and concrete.

Except for two or three sporadic greenery, it seems that there is basically nothing that can be called nature in the city.Many high-rise viaducts are still under construction, and the whole Gotham looks silent and colorless like a pantomime.

The car crossed the three cross-island bridges in Gotham, and finally drove to Wayne Manor, which may be the corner closest to nature on the map of Gotham.

The motorcade that came to express condolences poured into the Wayne Manor silently, and the people who got off the car were all dressed dignifiedly.After all, those who can be invited to the memorial service are basically the upper-class nobles of Gotham or collaborators of the Wayne Group.

So when Clark and Garhold were brought into the manor by Alfred, there were more or less scrutiny and inquiry eyes from around.

"Gal..." Clark leaned behind Galhold, tugged at his cuff, whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I don't like the way they look at us..."

"...It's okay, Clark." Garhold patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "We don't care about them, we just stay with Bruce."

Clark nodded, and Alfred welcomed them into the main hall of the manor. Many people had gathered in the main hall, and most of them looked solemn. The Wayne couple is a respectable couple. Gotham, shrouded in darkness, still maintains its original aspirations, and their charity projects have benefited public welfare facilities throughout Gotham.

The two children Garhold and Clark were not the only ones in the main hall, there were also many acquaintances of the Waynes who brought their children.

For example, the young boy in front of Clark, with a bright reflection on the top of his head, is also looking at the two brothers with curious eyes at this moment.

Clark is not interested in these people. At this moment, he just wants to see his good friend Bruce. He doesn't want to see Bruce sad. He hopes that everyone he likes can be happy every day.

And the bald boy just glanced at them and then turned his head away. In his opinion, these were just a pair of children younger than himself, and they had no special communication value for him.

Bruce stayed alone in the study next to the main hall, and Alfred stopped all the others who wanted to comfort the boy, except for the Garhold brothers to go in.

Clark saw Bruce, who had only been separated for a few months. Before leaving the town, he was still smiling and carrying a friendship photo of Clark and Garhold. The boy who promised to fill the album with his life had disappeared.

Bruce's eyes were red and swollen, and he was sitting alone on the bench in the study. He seemed to have been crying for a long time, his eyes were full of tears, sadness, anger, despair, all kinds of emotions mixed in his eyes, intertwined into a chaotic blue .

Clark walked over quietly and sat next to the bench. He was much shorter than Bruce, and Bruce, who had kept his head down, could just meet the boy's eyes and was full of concern, but he was in no mood to respond now.

Garhold looked at Bruce's appearance, and all the words he was going to say to comfort him were suddenly choked in his mouth.He didn't speak any more, walked up to Bruce, bent down and hugged him.

Intermittent sobbing sounded slightly around the neck, and Garhold patted the boy's back. He felt the faint wetness around his collar, but he still didn't say anything, and the three boys remained silent for a long time.

Clark hugged Bruce like his brother, calming his emotions. His head was also buried in Bruce's arms. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know whether his actions could reduce Bruce's pain, but his intuition told him All his language now is extremely frivolous.

After a long time, Garhold stood up slowly, with his cheek against Bruce's shoulder, feeling the boy's sadness, his arm gently wrapped around Bruce, and finally said, "Bruce... Clark and I have been Will be there..."

"Um..." Bruce murmured, "I know..."

Bruce replied softly, but looked extremely pale.

"If you need help, come to me...Bruce...I'll help..." He knew that at this moment the boy couldn't hear any voices.He took out a handkerchief and wiped the boy's swollen eye sockets, and wiped away the tears on the boy's face.

Clark stood on tiptoe, put his forehead against Bruce's, imitating his brother's usual way of comforting him, and said, "It's not sad...Bruce."

After doing this, Garhold knew that they would not be able to completely comfort the boy's heart if they stayed here. This matter can only be passed by Bruce himself.He tugged at Clark's collar, and Clark immediately followed in understanding.

The boys said a silent goodbye to Bruce and walked out of the study.At this time, the memorial service for the Waynes in the hall has begun.

White and yellow flowers surrounded the coffin of the Wayne couple. People in the hall began to present flowers to the couple who had been kind all their lives. Jonathan waved to Clark and the others, and put a few elegant and white calla lilies in his hand on the coffin. In the hands of the boys, the father and son stepped forward together. Clark put the flowers in his hand forward. Garhold stood behind him, looking at the dark coffin in front of him, he lowered his head deeply.

[Commander, Ordis has received an email from Thomas Wayne, please check it carefully. 】

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The rain in Gotham still didn't stop, and the continuous rain washed away the dust that had just been sprinkled on the wooden coffin.

Today is also the day Thomas and Martha Wayne are buried.

Bruce Wayne didn't hold an umbrella. He stood in front of the deep pit that seemed to swallow him in a daze, watching his father, mother, and his dearest relatives in this life sleeping six feet below his feet forever.

The ever-faithful butler Alfred stood behind him, silently holding an umbrella for him.

"Da da da."

The pearl necklace spread out in the flames, bouncing and falling to the ground.

"Da da da."

The mother's exclamation before dying, and the father's panting after falling to the ground were all covered by the piercing rattling sound.

There were no screams from others, and he stood in front of his parents' cold bodies, frozen, until the patrol police who heard gunshots nearby came and dragged him up.

Surrounded by adults in dark brown trench coats, they were smoking in the rain, announcing the death of their parents softly or unconsciously.

Bruce suddenly remembered the night when the car accident happened, that hazy black figure, and an emotion called pleading spread in his heart.

He begged that ghostly figure in the dream to appear again, as if saving him, and bring back his parents and his dearest relatives.

But it didn't appear, and it did seem like a dream full of fantasies.Reality is the blood-stained pearl of this place.

"Da da da."

Bruce heard clearly this time, it was the voice of someone whispering in his ear.

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