[Comprehensive Movie] Goddess of Dispute

After some communication, Bruce didn't know what happened.

His "father", Thomas Wayne, came from another parallel world, in that world, in the alley behind that theater, different from his world where his parents Thomas and Martha Wayne were shot , the victim was the Bruce Wayne of that world.In order to eliminate countless cancers in that terrible world, Thomas Wayne finally became Batman.

Thomas didn't talk too much about this dark past, but as his son—albeit a son of a parallel world—Bruce keenly discovered that Thomas still had something to hide.

Then, during a certain patrol, he was assassinated by Yoyo—a criminal with a yoyo weapon, a subordinate of the clown in that world, who may be equivalent to Harley Quinn in this world, the clown’s girlfriend. Shen fell from the building, and the dumpster did him a favor, but when he climbed out and walked out of the alley, he ran into him.

Bruce, who had calmed down from the initial excitement, was sitting on a swivel chair with his chin resting on one hand. He was good at keeping all his true emotions inward and facing everything with a calm and calm attitude.Although he did feel happy and satisfied when he could see his father again, his alive and strong Batman father, but as the Batman of this world, as one of the veterans of the Justice League, he must be responsible for his own Gotham , responsible for your own world.

So, he had to find out why Thomas Wayne from another world was here.The reason why parallel worlds are called parallel worlds is because these worlds can never intersect. If there is an intersection, it will be a disaster for people in both worlds.

Dr. Manhattan, who was very famous during the Cold War in the last century, was a dangerous person who could exist in various parallel worlds, but when he existed, he did not cause too much disaster to this world. , it is even more impossible to have the problem of intersecting parallel worlds.

So something must have happened, maybe it has something to do with the three psychics who made a big fuss in Gotham.

"Did you simply fall from a tall building? How high is that tall building? Did you get injured? Did you find anything special during the fall?" Bruce asked several questions one after another.

"...Speaking of which, that building has thirty floors..." Thomas also seemed to recall something unusual. Thirty floors, more than 100 meters, even with the cloak cushion and the bottom of the trash can, it is impossible to be unscathed "On the way down, there was a flash of white light, and the next second I was lying in the trash can."

"Sure enough." Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, and it was indeed the white light, which he could see almost from across Gotham City, "Before you came to this world, there were three strangers who met in that block." Hands down, one of them created a white light that almost lit up the night."

"Hmm." Thomas snorted noncommittally. Both father and son liked this kind of ambiguous answer.

Bruce couldn't help but smile when he heard the soft hum. He looked up at his father in front of him. His face had more wrinkles and vicissitudes than he remembered, and his black hair had also turned gray.Bruce has thought countless times what it would be like if his parents were still alive, but the thought only lingers in his mind for a second before disappearing.

His parents are long gone, so there's no point in thinking about it, there's no way Gotham's criminals are letting him waste his time daydreaming.

But now, he can face his father, his old father, so closely and truly.He missed seeing his face grow old with his own eyes and accompanied him from the prime of life to his twilight years, but he can appear by his side at the age when he needs the company of his relatives most.

Unfortunately, he still missed his mother.

However, now he is very satisfied.

"Mom...I mean, how is mother?" Bruce said jerkyly, and now he was completely unprepared, and he didn't notice the loneliness and pain that flashed across Thomas' face when he mentioned his mother.

"She... is fine. She is the only person who has been by my side forever except for the criminals in Gotham in the past few decades." Thomas tried his best to make his expression look normal.He is not lying, because in a sense, Martha is indeed someone who will always "accompany" him.

"Hmm, of course, the Wayne couple in Gotham were the most envious loving couples in Gotham. No matter what, your mother will always support you." Bruce smiled. In the decades since he was eight years old, It was rare to see such a happy smile on his face that was definitely not fake, and that kind of smile from the heart made it even more difficult for Thomas to tell the truth.

"That's right." Thomas smiled reluctantly, accepting his son's teasing.How could he say it, tell Bruce that his mother, the tender mother who loved him so much, had turned into a heinous lunatic because she couldn't bear the pain of losing him?He wanted to protect this smile on Bruce's face. He failed to protect his son when he was eight years old, and now he must protect his mother, who will always be who he thought he was.

Not a murderer clown who ruined countless families, caused countless parents to suffer and despair, and killed children.

"I know I shouldn't make a sound now, Master Thomas, Master Bruce, but for the sake of your body, now should be the time for normal people to fall asleep unconsciously." The old butler Afu saved Thomas from this embarrassing topic. Come out, he said while putting away the wine glass on the table, "Look, even young master Damian has fallen asleep."

He pointed upstairs.

"Oh, by the way, speaking of Damian, he is your son." Thomas thought of something, and looked at Bruce with a smile on his face.

"...how do you know?" Bruce's expression was momentarily unnatural when he mentioned this question.

"He looks exactly like you when you were a child, but you are a little better than him."

"..."

"Where is the mother of the child?"

"...It's very complicated." Bruce thought for a while, how could he tell his father that his grandson is actually the largest assassin organization in the world, the daughter of Lei Xiao Aogu, who has lived for more than 700 years in the Assassin League, Ta Leah, did you get drugged?Forget it, his father seems to be quite capable of fighting now, so it's better for him not to say anything.

Clearly, both father and son have issues with women, and neither knows how to tell the other.

For the first time in decades, the father and son slept soundly. Of course, the next morning, because the Wayne Group had an important meeting, Bruce had to get up early in the morning.And Thomas is not used to sleeping in such a comfortable bed, so when Bruce was eating breakfast, he saw Thomas wearing a nightgown and holding a newspaper, Damian, and Alfred standing aside holding a teapot at the dining table .

The TV on the side was broadcasting the morning news, and the three of them seemed to be discussing something.

And Bruce was indeed a little worried that Damian, who hadn't completely changed his three views, said something like a brat.

"What are you talking about?" He sat at the other end of the table.

"It's nothing, I'm talking to Damian, what happened when you were a child, Afu added." Thomas closed the newspaper, and Bruce found Damian looking at his suppressed smile. "Bruce, I have to say, D'Amico is much more mature than you were back then, at least he didn't wet the bed."

...so his black history has been fully revealed.

Bruce watched the news calmly while finishing his breakfast. As for what he was thinking in his heart, he didn't know.

Suddenly, Bruce stood up abruptly, even accidentally knocked off the knife and fork.Thomas and Damian watched in amazement as Bruce rushed to the TV and turned up the volume.

The host of the morning news was laughing, yes, he was laughing uncontrollably, the laughter was very sharp, and the corners of his mouth seemed to tear his entire face apart!

With a "plop", the host who couldn't stop laughing fell to the ground. The laughter continued. The studio seemed to be a little flustered. Two security guards rushed over. The screen suddenly changed and an advertisement was inserted.

"Joker..." Bruce and Thomas whispered the word at the same time.

The host inhaled the clown's laughing gas, and there was no antidote, so he would just laugh like this and die.Bruce researched the antidote, but he couldn't save this person. Generally, Thomas would choose to wrench the other person's neck directly when he found a person who was caught in a laughing gas, giving the other person a slightly easier way to die.

Bruce immediately pressed the playback button—yes, he has the habit of recording all kinds of news, which is also one of the channels for collecting information—he saw the dozens of seconds before the host got laughing gas, the news was going on It was playing last night that the double-faced printing factory was besieged and the whereabouts of the banknote templates were still missing. At this time, a voice suddenly came from nowhere——

"Who said the whereabouts are unknown? Jiehahahahahahahahahaha..."

That shrill and special voice, that shrill laughter, there is no one else but the clown.

Immediately afterwards, the host also laughed. Although he was laughing, his eyes were clearly filled with pain and panic.

damn it.Bruce turned off the TV. He couldn't let the clown go. As for the meeting with the Werther Group this morning...

"I'll go for you, kid." Thomas stood up, "Didn't you say that the Werther Group in New York has maintained a cooperative relationship with the Wayne Group since the last century? I am very concerned about your world and your bats." I’m not familiar with Dongdong, but I know a lot about shopping malls, so you can find the whereabouts of the clown at ease, and I will meet the people from the Witte Group on your behalf.”

"But……"

"Now nobody remembers Thomas Wayne, nobody remembers a dead man, this is Gotham."

Yes, this is Gotham, and Bruce knows it, so he can't refute Thomas's sad-sounding statement.

He nodded, maybe it was time for Thomas to touch this Gotham.

Two hours later, Wayne Group, Wayne's office.

"...This is our latest cooperation project plan. Mr. Wayne has seen it once before. We have made revisions and signed it. If there is no problem, you can just sign here." The man across from Thomas handed Thomas a document.

"I'm sorry that Mr. Wayne is temporarily busy and can't appear here." Thomas said some polite words perfunctorily, and quickly flipped through the thick stack of documents. It was not difficult for him to see ten lines at a glance.

"It's okay, Mr. Marsha, my father didn't come to Gotham either. After all, he is too old to travel around." The blond man shook his head with a smile.

"Is your father all right?"

"He's pretty good, maybe he exercised a lot when he was young." The man joked, because everyone knows that the chairman of the Witte Group, Adrian Witte, had another name in the last century, that is, Pharaoh , a masked hero who fights criminals, he once disclosed his identity on his own initiative, and then devoted himself to the cause of Witte Group.

"Like you, he looks as healthy and strong as you. But maybe because of his age, he will always talk about some esoteric topics that we can't understand. He said that he sometimes even wonders if this is a real world. He was hailed as the smartest person in the last century, and we still can't understand what he was thinking about. This is a good thing, which shows that his brain has not been rusted by the good times of the 21st century."

"Well, that's good." Even Thomas didn't know why he smiled, but his smile didn't last long on his face. He signed a pseudonym that he made up at random--Bruce was able to handle the behind the pseudonym. All related questions-then handed the file to the other party.

It's just that Thomas didn't know that when the next head of the Werther family brought the documents back to New York and handed them over to his elderly father, Adrian Werther, how much shock he had given the old man by his random pseudonym.

Eris Marsha...

Eris...

Has she finally... come back...

Adrian put the documents that almost fell on the table on the table, and looked into the distance with a blank expression.