"Grandpa?"
"Oh?"
Bruce sat up from the couch, he didn't know when he fell asleep, and when people get old, they are easy to get confused.
This is the study of Wayne's mansion, the fire is burning in the beautiful fireplace, and although the lightning and thunder outside the window and the torrential rain pour, the house is still very warm.
He sat on the sofa not far from the fireplace, with a blanket on his lap, and on the small round table beside him lay half an unfinished glass of whiskey, glistening in the firelight.
The one who called him just now was his little granddaughter, Damian's daughter, who is four years old this year.
At this time, the little girl was wearing a white puffy skirt, standing at the door of the study with her hands behind her back, and her big watery eyes were looking at him.
"What's wrong?
My little princess?
Why not play with them?
” Outside the door, there were many children, laughing happily and playing strange games, and Bruce felt that he was really old, and he could no longer understand what was so fun about those games.
"Grandpa, I want you to tell me a story."
"Well, how about I tell you the story of Zorro fighting the Doge and winning the heart of the Doge's niece?"
"No, it's all fake, I want to hear the truth."
The little girl shook her head, her hair dancing in the air, and her face showed the same look of dissatisfaction that you thought I were a child.
"Okay, then you go to the bookshelf and pick up a Batman story, and I'll tell you."
In the study, against the wall, there are a dozen tall bookshelves, all about his early years, when he finally put all the villains in the world in the safest prison more than a decade ago, and he can retire.
The shelves are not only memoirs documenting these events, but also various memorabilia issued to him by the Gotham government, and photos of him with some old friends.
The little girl approached the bookshelf, put her hands behind her back, and walked up and down looking at the names on the spine as if she were picking something.
"But that's too much."
Bruce pinched his eyebrows, and he felt his eyes blur a little, "So I need to record them all, but despite this, half of them are contradictory and incoherent, but I assure you, they are all true." ” He lifted the blanket from his body, spread his hands, and spoke to her with a smile, full of kindness.
He's old, just a retired old man.
The little girl ran up to him, expertly climbed up to his knees, and pulled up the blanket with her pink little hands to cover her own little belly.
She handed the book to Bruce, who took it and found that the title of the book was called The Chemical Company Mystery, and it all began.
"Grandpa, I want to hear this!"
Bruce's gaze shifted as he saw the photos in the book, and memories came flooding back with memories of his first involvement in a Gotham case as Batman.
"Strange, I remember that the story didn't start like this" "Don't be confused, grandpa, that's how it started."
The little girl put her arms around his neck, her eyes fixed on the book, and whispered in his ear.
"Ah, yes, what was I thinking, I'm sorry, it all started with that window."
He smiled and stroked the little girl's head and lifted the book again.
It all started with a window and a scream.
"Come out, I know you're there!"
A young man with a pistol in his hand trembling at the darkness in the corner of the house.
A batrang flew from the other corner and knocked out the pistol.
"I've been in a long time ago, and it's not a good idea for you to return to the crime scene."
Young Bruce stepped out of the darkness, dressed in his old uniform, the blue and gray he didn't quite like.
"Who are you?"
The man clutched his injured wrist and looked at him in horror, and in his eyes, there was only a humanoid bat.
"I'm here to help."
Bruce replied coldly, the man was frightened, and he judged that what the man said would be the truth.
"You're like those cops, you're going to think I killed my father, right?!"
"No, we're different."
Batman only faintly denied, and the man's frightened look did not make him soften: "Your father is long dead, and you just pulled out the dagger on his chest at that time, so that your fingerprints were left on it." ” "I didn't kill him, I saw a dark shadow outside the window!
I want to save my father. ” Batman didn't speak, just gradually approached the window, when the human heart was pierced, if he didn't pull out the dagger, he might be able to live for dozens of seconds longer, but once he pulled it out, he would immediately bleed profusely and die on the spot.
However, this man obviously did not have the courage to kill his father, so this kind of knowledge should not be said.
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Batman approached the glass, which was densely covered with various blood stains, and the blood stains were on the other side of the glass, as if showing a strange pattern.
"It's the birds, and they often bump into this window inexplicably."
The man spoke up to answer Batman's doubts.
"There's something wrong with this bloodstain."
"It's bloodstained, it's not right."
Bruce on the couch rubbed his temples, he stopped flipping through the book, and the picture stopped at that window.
"There's nothing wrong with that, grandpa, go ahead, there's always blood there, anyway."
The little granddaughter, Janet, shook her body and coquettishly treated him.
He glanced at her kindly, smiled and continued to flip through the book.
But the story changes, he sees the destroyed Earth, and he himself is wearing an apron of animal skins and standing on a hillside.
Hillside people fight, to be exact, a war.
A strange white-haired woman appears behind him and explains to him that this is where he came from.
It's a battle between birds and bats, a battle that spans the history of mankind, and bats will defeat birds with strange metals.
Birds symbolize reincarnation, and bats terminate this reincarnation.
"It's all fake."
The animal skin on Bruce's body suddenly turned into a bat suit, and he watched the people of the bat tribe bow to him, clearly, but his sanity knew it was all fake.
It was as if he remembered where he was trapped and that he needed to find his way out.
The book in his hand turns the pages again, and the story returns to Gotham.
Yes, it's still the case just now, it turns out that the murderer is the partner of the deceased, and after the murder, he blames the deceased's son, so the chemical company can be monopolized by him.
In this picture, Batman and Gordon are bound by a huge glass cover falling from the sky, and the murderer wants to empty the air in it to kill them.
Batman pulled out his Bat-Diamond Glass Knife and broke open the hood, and the fat prisoner climbed a ladder and escaped.
Bruce chased after him, but next to the ladder that went up, another ladder suddenly appeared, leading to the ground.
"I don't want to tell this story anymore, Janet."
"Why, grandpa?"
"I have to find a way to go up, or a window" "No, grandpa, you have to climb down that ladder, now!"
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