Chapter 108: Batman's Dreamland (Part 1)
"Grandpa?"
"Oh?"
Bruce sat up from the sofa. He didn't know when he fell asleep. When people get old, they tend to get confused.
This is the study room of Wayne's Mansion. In the exquisite and beautiful fireplace, flames are blazing. Although thunder and thunder are falling outside the window, the house is still warm.
He was sitting on the sofa not far in front of the fireplace, with a blanket on his legs, and on the small round table next to him was half a glass of unfinished whiskey, shimmering in the fire.
The one who called him just now was his little granddaughter, Damian's daughter, who was four years old this year.
At this time, the little girl is wearing a white tutu, standing with her hands behind her back at the door of the study, her big watery eyes are looking at him.
"What's wrong? My little princess? Why don't you play with them?"
Outside the door, you can see many children. They laughed happily and were playing strange games. Bruce felt that he was really old, and he couldn't understand the fun of those games anymore.
"Grandpa, I want you to tell me a story."
"Well, how about I tell you the story of Zorro fighting the Governor and winning the heart of the Governor's niece?"
"No, that's all fake, I want to listen to the truth." The little girl shook her head, her braids dancing in the air, her face showed the kind of dissatisfaction that ‘you still treat me as a kid’.
"Well, then you go to the bookshelf and pick a Batman story, I will tell you."
A dozen tall bookshelves are placed against the wall in the study. They are all about his early experiences. More than ten years ago, he finally put all the bad guys in the world in the safest prison. You can retire.
The bookshelf is not only a memoir of these things, but also various souvenirs sent to him by the Gotham government, and a group photo of him with some old friends.
The little girl leaned close to the bookshelf, with her hands behind her back, walking around looking at the name on the spine of the book, as if she was choosing something.
"But this is too much."
Bruce squeezed his eyebrows. He felt that his eyes were a little fuzzy: "So I need to record them all, but despite this, half of them are contradictory and incompatible, but I assure you that they are all it is true."
He lifted the blanket on his body, opened his hands, and talked to her with a smile, full of kindness.
He is old, just a retired old man.
The little girl ran to him in a hurry, climbed up on his knees skillfully, and pulled up the blanket with her pink hands to cover her belly.
She passed the book in her hand to Bruce, and Bruce took it, and found that the book was called the Chemical Company Mystery. This was the beginning of everything.
"Grandpa, I want to listen to this!"
Bruce's gaze could not help but shifted. He saw the matching photos in the book, and his memories came along. It was the first time he participated in the Gotham case as Batman.
"Strange, I remember that the story didn't start like this..."
"Don't get confused, grandpa, that's how it started."
The little girl put her arms around his neck, stared at the book, and whispered in his ear.
"Ah, yes, what am I thinking about, I'm so sorry, everything started from that window."
He smiled and touched the girl's head, then raised the book again.
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It all started in a window with a scream.
"Come out, I know you are there!" A young man held a pistol and pointed it tremblingly at the darkness in the corner of the house.
A bat dart flew from another corner and knocked out the pistol.
"I came in long ago. It is not a good idea for you to return to the crime scene."
The young Bruce walked out of the darkness. He was wearing his old-fashioned uniform, which he didn't like very much, the blue and gray outfit.
"Who are you?" The man clutched his injured wrist and looked at him in horror. In his eyes, there was only a human-shaped bat.
"I'm here to help." Bruce replied coldly. The man had been frightened. After he judged the man, he would tell the truth.
"You, like those policemen, would think I killed my father, right?!"
"No, we are not the same." Batman only faintly denied. The fear of the man did not make him feel soft: "Your father is dead long ago. You just pulled out the dagger in his chest to make you The fingerprints are left on it."
"I didn't kill him, when I saw a dark figure outside the window! I wanted to save my father."
Batman didn't speak, but gradually approached the window. When the human heart was penetrated, if he didn't pull out the dagger, he might still live for tens of seconds, but once he pulled out, he would immediately bleed and be killed on the spot.
But this man obviously didn't have the courage to kill his father, so let's not talk about this knowledge.
Batman leaned closer to the glass, which was densely covered with various blood stains. The blood stain was on the other side of the glass, as if showing a strange pattern.
"It's birds, they often bump into this window inexplicably." The man answered Batman's doubts aloud.
"There is something wrong with this blood stain."
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"This blood stain is wrong." Bruce on the sofa rubbed his temples, he stopped reading the book, and the picture stopped on the window.
"There is nothing wrong, grandpa, go ahead, there is always blood there anyway."
Little granddaughter Janet shook her body and acted like a baby to him.
He glanced at her kindly, smiled and continued to flip through the book.
But the story changed. He saw the destroyed earth, and he was standing on a hillside wearing an apron of animal skins.
There is a group of indigenous people wearing bat headdresses fighting against a group of people dressed like birds under the hillside ~www.NovelMTL.com~ To be precise, it is a war.
A strange white-haired woman appeared behind him and explained to him that this was his origin.
This is a battle between birds and bats. This battle traverses human history. Bats will hold strange metals to defeat birds.
Birds symbolize reincarnation, and bats will end this reincarnation.
"This is all fake."
The animal skin on Bruce's body suddenly turned into a bat costume. He watched the people of the Bat tribe bowing to him. It was clear, but his reason knew that they were all fake.
He seemed to remember where he was trapped, he needed to find a way out.
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turned the pages of the book again, and the story returned to Gotham.
Yes, it's the same case just now. It turns out that the murderer was a partner of the deceased. After the murder, he will blame the deceased's son, then the chemical company will be monopolized by him.
In the picture at this time, Batman and Gordon are **** by a huge glass cover falling from the sky, and the murderer wants to take the air out of them to kill them.
Batman took out his bat diamond glass knife, broke the cover, and the fat prisoner climbed a ladder and escaped.
Bruce ran after him, but beside the upward ladder, another ladder suddenly appeared, leading to the ground.
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"I don't want to tell this story anymore, Janet."
"Why, grandpa?"
"I must find a way up, or a window..."
"No, grandpa, you must climb down that ladder, now!"
