Chapter 532 Bruce, I am not the protagonist of the story

"Well, I understand, Dad, you. You will save them, right? Save those who are hurt."

Mark asked his father expectantly and uneasily.

"After we modify the world line, they will all disappear. Do you think it is worth saving? Mark."

Peter asked his son.

"Yes, even if the world is going to be destroyed in the next second, Dad, I think that as long as they have survived in this world and fought for their fate without giving up, we should help them."

Mark said firmly.

Seeing the light in his son's eyes, Peter touched his hair.

"You are right, Mark. As long as you have fought against fate, even if you see hope one second before the world is destroyed, that is a kind of beauty."

Hearing Peter's words, Mark breathed a sigh of relief.

He is really afraid that his father will not support him.

"Well, Dad, do you think sometimes changing the past really makes our future better?"

Mark hesitated for a moment, and finally expressed his question.

"Barry and Bruce both have their regrets. If the past had changed, would things have ended up in this bad situation? Shouldn't we interfere in the past?"

Peter was stunned for a moment when he heard Mark's question.

Then he turned his gaze to the farm outside the window, "Yes, we can't interfere. The past cannot be undone. Mark, we should not undo it either. It is these scars that made us. Don't think about repairing them, because that is who we are." The most important thing is to bear witness to the journey we have taken and live in the present moment.”

Mark listened to Peter's words, raised his head and asked him: "Dad, what is your regret?"

"My regret?"

Peter was lost in thought.

If it hadn't been for the meteor shower I watched with my girlfriend, maybe I wouldn't have traveled far away from my hometown and traveled here.

But if we didn’t travel to this point, there wouldn’t be so many sons and daughters.

"The biggest regret in life is the wrong persistence and easy giving up. I should not be to this extent, so I have no regrets."

Peter thought for a while and said this to his son.

Mark listened to Peter's words and nodded.

"I will not make the mistake of persisting or giving up easily, Dad."

Mark said to Peter, "But I don't want to lie, and I don't want to lie to you."

He took a deep breath and cast an unprecedented firm look at Peter, "Dad, if what happened to Barry and Bruce happened to me, I would definitely reverse time and change it, even if it costs me anything."

Peter listened to Mark's words with an expression of astonishment.

As soon as the front foot finished praising his kindness, the back foot unexpectedly said that he was willing to pay any price to change reality.

It’s not surprising that Azu said this, after all, this kind of statement fits his personality.

He didn't expect Mark to lose his mind so much.

With a warm current flowing through his heart, he said to his son: "Then you killed your ideals and your past self. If that really happens, my father would rather you move forward by yourself."

Mark bit his lip and murmured in a low voice: "Dad, without you on the road, my ideal would have died long ago."

Peter was slightly startled when he heard this.

His emotions became complicated, he shook his head slightly and said:

"No, it won't happen. Dad won't let that happen."

He cast his gaze into the night, and it seemed that the rain had gradually stopped.

The next day, early morning.

Bruce and Barry followed Thomas back to Gotham, and they prepared to use Gotham's equipment to find Reverse-Flash.

Peter took Azu, Clark and Star-Lord to Europe to understand the situation.

On the way to Gotham on a private jet, Bruce asked his father: "Dad, how is Detective Gordon?"

"Gordon?"

Thomas was in a trance when he heard the name.

"His throat was slit by a clown."

Upon hearing his father's words, Bruce fell silent.

"I'm sorry, kid, that you have to hear this stuff."

Thomas apologizes to Bruce.

"No, I'm not in a state where I can't bear any bad news."

Bruce said to his father: "I know, father, it hurts you more than me to tell you this."

Thomas flew the plane in silence for a while, and then said to Bruce: "I have to walk out of the darkness. Although most of the time, I am like a walking dead, but some things have to be done. Bruce, I know you have never walked out of that alley. Me too, we, father and son, have embarked on the same path."

"However, I hope you will escape from the alley one day."

He said to his son in a hoarse voice: "I am a person corrupted by unbearable pain. I am a person whose hands are stained with blood but is called a good person. I am a person who has no nostalgia for life, but You, you don't have to be like me, Bruce, I'm not the hero of the story."

"You can let go of the past. Even if you lose me and your mother, you still have people who love you, Alfred, Peter Padrick. Don't be like me, Bruce. You deserve a better life. "

Looking at his father who showed his true feelings, Bruce suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to cry.

"No, father, you are the protagonist of my life in my story."

Thomas shook his head and said to his son: "Your life has just begun."

Time soon came to night.

Bruce left the desolate and abandoned Wayne Manor, changed into his bat uniform, and his dark figure passed through the city.

Looking at the familiar yet strange city in front of him, he felt mixed emotions.

The city filled with fear and violence now seemed to have no vitality.

Everything was filled with a sad and heavy atmosphere that made him feel.

"Swoosh!"

Bruce shot the hook gun and jumped onto a two-story bungalow that was not very high.

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"Old man, are you finally willing to show up?"

Bruce heard the familiar voice, turned his head, and was shocked to see a figure rushing towards him.

A woman dressed as a clown, with oil paint on her face, a scarlet bloody mouth opened, and a hammer in her hand hit him.

Seeing the clown's appearance and the voice he made, Bruce felt a little weird.

He always felt that the other party gave him a familiar feeling.

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Bruce reacted quickly. While retreating, he grabbed the other party's arm.

With a "bang", Bruce threw the other party out.

The Joker fell to the ground, with a crazy smile on his face, holding a hammer and rushing towards him with a wild laugh.

The next second.

Thomas fell to the ground in a bat suit and blocked Bruce.

Blocking the Joker's attack, he punched and knocked the other party back.

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"Stand back, Bruce, I'll deal with her."

"Two Batmans?"

The Joker looked at the two Batmen and grinned in surprise, "I like it, it seems that this city has your imitator, old man!"

The Joker, with a crazier expression, rushed towards Thomas.

Thomas turned around to resist the Joker's attack.

With a "bang", he hit the other party back heavily.

The Joker stood up quickly and dodged Thomas's attack sideways.

She waved the hammer and rushed towards the other party quickly.

Thomas grabbed the other party's arm and punched the Joker in the cheek.

With a "bang", paint splashed on the clown's face.

Thomas wanted to continue attacking, but the clown took a step back and lost his balance.

"Be careful!"

Seeing the clown falling down, Thomas immediately reached out to grab him.

Unexpectedly, he just grabbed him and was pulled down by the laughing clown the next moment.

Seeing his father and the clown falling together, Bruce next to him quickly rushed over and tried to grab Thomas.

But he was a step too late.

"Bang bang", the two fell from the second floor and hit the ground.

The clown pressed Thomas down and asked him while laughing, "Do you know how much of a failure you are, old man!"

Thomas put his hand against the clown's wrist holding the axe, "I know."

"Haha, liar! How can an angry person have self-knowledge?"

The clown stood up, broke free from Thomas's grip, and took a step back, "But old man, you look like a romantic. When you fell just now, I thought you would use me as a scapegoat."

Holding the hammer, she laughed wildly and rushed towards Thomas again.

"Bang!"

Thomas grabbed her wrist with both hands, "You want to go back to the past?"

"I want to go back to a world without you!"

The Joker glared at him and said.

"Really, even if that means you're gone?"

Thomas looked into her eyes, "Martha, in the past, there was a man and a woman, with their only son, who walked into that alley after watching a movie."

The Joker's expression became more and more angry as he listened to Thomas's story about Crime Alley.

"Shut up!"

"They encountered robbers"

"Shut up!"

"Two gunshots."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

The clown closed his eyes, his face twisted with pain, "Stop talking!"

"Plop!"

Kneeling on the ground helplessly, tears flowed down her face, "Stop talking."

Thomas' hoarse voice continued, "Men and women fell, and their sons survived."

He pulled up the trembling Martha and hugged her shoulders, "We now have the opportunity to change - erase history and make this a reality, and such a crazy thing, I need to ask you, Martha, should I do it?"

Martha, with tears in her eyes, buried her head in Thomas' arms, crying and said, "Promise me, you will do it."

"I promise."

The two hugged each other.

Martha asked her husband, "Tell me about Bruce. What happened to him after we died?"

"He"

"Did he inherit his father's business?"

With tears on her face, Martha asked Thomas, "Did he become a doctor?"

"No! Sorry, Mom."

Bruce stood behind them at some point.

He slowly took off the mask on his face, with uncontrollable sadness and pain on his face, "I'm sorry, Mom."