[Comprehensive] What a big bat spirit

Under a grove of trees, surrounded by stunted red berry bushes, Wayne Manor was not quite the same as it was hundreds of years later.She has not undergone major renovations, nor has she accumulated the wind and frost of history, but through the overall layout, you can still vaguely imagine what she will look like a hundred years later.

Gotham is not an arable farmland, but an industrial city that condenses surrounding commercial trade.Despite this, several farms, orchards and horse farms have been preserved in the old fashion near the remote Wayne Manor, with black slaves working in the fields.

Batman observed the surrounding environment with a sullen face. All his equipment, including the Batsuit, were destroyed in the space-time storm.However, even without a space-time locator, he knew that Superman and himself had returned to Gotham hundreds of years ago.Before Clark could say anything, Bruce pulled him past him and hid behind a tree, letting a few servants who were talking pass by.

"Master Henry is at the racecourse again?" "Madame Andrea is looking for him." "Guests from the East Tower..."

A few scattered words drifted into Batman's ears. He looked at Clark and his current appearance, and decided to find two sets of clothes for them first, otherwise they wouldn't be able to go anywhere.

Servants' room clothes are the best to get your hands on, and low-key so they don't attract attention.Bruce still looks ridiculously handsome in his valet outfit, and his jewel-like dark blue eyes are hard to hide, especially when his biological contact lens is destroyed along with his universal belt.

With a sullen face, he pushed away Superman who was sticking to his cheek. Batman frowned dissatisfiedly: "Clark! Don't you realize that we were trapped hundreds of years ago? Without equipment, we can't go back to our own time."

Superman stretched his limbs in the sun, and he comforted in a warm voice: "It's okay, Bruce. As long as there is the sun, I have the power to fly to outer space, and we can use alien civilization."

For example, the oa planet where the Green Lantern Corps is stationed, such as other alien planets that have cooperated with the Justice League and have a good relationship.They'll all be happy to help Batman and Superman in their straits, even if they don't know either of them at all right now.Superman has this confidence, and he also believes that Bruce can absolutely convince anyone.

"Time travel is not that simple, it's even more than traveling through different dimensions..." Batman snorted coldly, but he stopped in the middle of the sentence, deep blue eyes condensed in thought.

"Bruce?" Superman asked curiously.

"I have an idea, give me some time, I need to think again." Batman murmured.

A slight sound came from the bushes ahead, although it was slight, it couldn't escape Superman's ears, and he subconsciously took a step forward to block in front of Bruce.But soon he realized that he was overreacting, because two children ran out of the bushes one after the other.

The black child who ran away in panic held a big red apple in his hand, a little bigger than his two small palms.He opened his big black and white eyes with a bewildered expression as if he had encountered the end of the world.

The white boy who was chasing after him was about eight years old, with short black hair and blue eyes. His facial features were exquisite, and he was dressed like a child of the manor's owner.He held a small red riding whip made of cowhide in his hand, wore a pair of shiny and sturdy riding boots, and there was still a little sweat on his forehead.

The black kid cringed at the little whip in the boy's hand, and Clark frowned.It can't be blamed on him thinking too much, such a scene, combined with the current era, can naturally make people imagine the story of "the capricious little master beats the slave".The reason... probably because the kid stole the apples from the orchard?

Clark wanted to help the black kid, but he didn't want to expose his identity so quickly.Intentionally or unintentionally, he stood in front of the black child, and said to the little owner of the manor with the clumsy posture of a little reporter: "Well, Master Henry... Is there anything I can do to help?"

Oh shit, he just couldn't face the kid.He looks too much like Bruce in the reduced period, no, it should be said that Bruce is too much like his little ancestor.Those identical sapphire blue eyes, stubborn and self-willed little appearance, even the expression of doubt are exactly the same.

"Who are you? I don't remember you two servants in the manor." Henry Wayne is not easy to deceive, even if he is only eight years old.However, he soon saw Bruce behind Clark. No one could deny Bruce's Wayne blood. No one could... Come on, anyone with long eyes can see it!

Young Master Wayne's eyes widened involuntarily. He had completely ignored Clark. Instead, he kept looking up and down Bruce. It took him a long time to wonder, "You're like me when I grew up. I mean, you grew up Be like my father and mother."

No, it couldn't be the father's brother-nephew.Although this man also had the facial features of the Wayne family, his facial features were very similar to his mother's.How could someone be like his mother and his father, but not his brother?

"This is a secret." Bruce put his finger on his lips indifferently, and winked at Henry, "Let's settle the matter here first, and then I will explain it to you carefully."

Henry nodded like a little adult, turned to look at the shivering little black slave, and said, "Why did you go to the orchard next to the racecourse to steal apples?" And it even hit me.

The black child did not speak, still trembling and frightened.

Henry pursed his lips and tried to explain: "I'm not angry. The fruit that hit me was very small and didn't hurt me, and I don't want to care about you stealing apples. I just want to tell you after I chase you, no matter what you want Whatever you do with this apple, it will be bad luck if Steward Thord finds out."

Bruce looked at the two children in front of him silently, various thoughts flashed through his mind, but there was no expression on his face.Clark was surprised to see Henry take out a green apple from his pocket and hand it to the black child.

"What's your name? I'm Henry Wayne." Young Master Wayne's voice at this time still had the softness unique to children.

"..." The black boy was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "Will."

"This is for you. If Butler Thord finds out, you can say that I climbed the fruit tree to play, and then gave you the fruit I got." Henry said indifferently.Although climbing a tree is not elegant, and he will be taught by an etiquette teacher if he is found out, but his parents dote on him so much that they are reluctant to punish him.

Will glanced at Henry cautiously, and then at the two adults standing beside him.Suddenly reached out and grabbed another apple.Without even saying thank you, I fled the place like a fawn.

Henry didn't care either. He patted the little whip on his hand, raised his head imposingly, and said to Bruce and Clark, "Speak up if you have something to say. I'll wait for your explanation."

...Is this domineering and confused kid really the ancestor of Bruce?He wasn't afraid that he and Bruce would hurt him, or just silence him?Clark pushed his glasses subconsciously, but found that there was nothing on the bridge of his nose, so he could only lower his arms regretfully.

"As you guessed it, Henry." Bruce said calmly.

The little boy couldn't restrain his excitement, and almost jumped up with a small cowhide whip and said: "Aha, I knew it. I knew you were me from the future! Mom was right, as long as you follow the ritual every day. Mantra, my future self will appear and tell me what I will be like in the future!"

Clark looked at Bruce in disbelief: No way, you can even guess this?

Bruce turned his head silently: I just followed his words, God knows what Andrea and Henry said?

So, what did Andrea say to her son?It started when Henry discovered one day that his mother could turn into a bat. Anyway, since his identity was exposed, there was nothing he could hide from his own son.But children of this age, if they don't particularly hate monsters, will become very curious.

Henry felt that Andrea was an omnipotent elf, so he made many weird requests every day.And what he asked the most during this time was: Mom, do you know what kind of person I will be when I grow up?

Every night, when Leah wants to have an in-depth exchange of feelings with Lucas, the brat can jump between the two of them wearing bat slippers, looking excitedly asking the elf mother to do magic and tell him about "elf" s story.

After being interrupted for the seventh time, Andrea couldn't bear it anymore, so she made up a story for the bear child, asking him to drink a large glass of milk every night, wipe the remaining milk on his lips, and then recite " Mantra", as long as you are sincere, you can see your future self in a sunny afternoon.

This kind of words that fooled children at first glance became extremely authoritative because of Andrea's special status.Henry usually looks very smart, but he is really stupid and chanting spells with a milk mustache.

"That spell is very difficult to pronounce. Mom said it was their elves' language." The kid Henry, who was too excited and wanted to keep the upper class reserved, pretended to be calm and complained to Bruce and Clark, how cute and cute that way was.

"What spell?" Bruce had a sense of foreboding.

After he finished asking, he heard Master Henry seriously and slowly reciting the spell that was too convoluted for him: "Boss, please give me two catties of salted olives, one catty of Jiuzhi tangerine peel, one catty of candied lotus seeds, and golden licorice." Two catties of oranges, and one catty of sugared bayberry."

Batman and Superman who can understand Chinese: ...

What should I say?Andrea, are you really your real mother?How much resentment do you have for candied fruit to the point where you are not merciless against your son? !

"My future me, what will I be like in the future?" Henry, who couldn't hold back his small mood, couldn't help but grabbed Bruce's sleeve, looked up at him with those beautiful dark blue eyes.

"You are the pride of the Wayne family." Bruce whispered: "Your achievements are far higher than your father."

Henry Wayne, the early pioneer of the Wayne family, his efforts allowed the Wayne family to gain a firm foothold in Gotham, becoming the city's first family, and truly established the prototype of Gotham for later generations.

Before him, no one can do this step; after him, no one can reach this height again.Perhaps the times make heroes, but there is no doubt that Henry Wayne is the proud son of the long history of the Wayne family.

A great man, a man who is about to lose his mother and his childhood.