Chapter 869: The dark knight returns

When Bruce was on the journey of training himself to become Batman, he traveled all over the world to learn their skills from many people.

He found that in different cultures, humans have similar views on the heart, such as treating them as a storage place for emotions.

Whenever talking about how sincere a certain emotion is, people will always cover their chests and say this ‘from the heart’.

However, this does have some scientific basis from a certain perspective.

When emotions such as happiness, joy, tension, etc. burst out, the heart needs to supply more blood to the brain. It is obvious that people can feel their heartbeat.

Fear is the same.

When people face guns, they always like to block their chests, rather than the same fatal weaknesses such as throat or nerves.

It was like that night in an alley, when the man took out the gun, Bruce remembered his father's hand was blocking his small chest, like extra ribs, filling the gap in the chest .

The gun went off, and Bruce thought he must have been shot, so his heart stopped.

But it only stopped for a moment, and after the gunshot, his father's hand disappeared.

Bruce's heart beats faster, the fear under the bat's wings captured him, and the world has changed since then.

He felt that his entire life was gone by the moment his heart stopped.

"Master, he is dead."

Alfred is dressed like a doctor. The clown has been carried to the final machine. The computer-controlled robotic arm is not enough. Afu also had to put on a sterile cloth gown at Bruce’s request, trying to remove the clown from Snatch it back from death.

"No, he can hold it, he has a Bacchus factor, he will not die."

Batman shut himself aside in the darkness, a large number of syringes injected colorful liquids into his body.

Those are all antidote to laughing gas, there are more than ten kinds.

He can only feel madness like weeds in his heart, spreading rapidly at a terrifying speed, and his face always shows a strange smile involuntarily.

Ah Fu's hand holding the laser scalpel trembled. He was not used to hearing the young master's voice with a weird smile, as if he was laughing at something.

"With all due respect, Master, the Dionysian factor is not a death-proof artifact. The clown has even lost his brain waves, and his body temperature has dropped to 22 degrees in the bat cave. He has even become incontinent..."

"I said he can hold it, save him." Batman just answered with a smile.

"There is poisonous blood in his chest. Damn it, I can't see anything. Even if the doctor is here at midnight, there is no way to save a canister that has lost its life."

Afu squinted his eyes as much as possible to distinguish the bright red in front of him, but the long-term contact with toxins caused the clown's internal organs to show a strange disease state.

His abnormality was not only reflected in his internal organs. The brain scan of this madman showed that his skull was full of the left brain. The right brain was shrunk to the size of a walnut, and the left brain was wrapped in it, like ice cream wrapped in chocolate meringue. .

If the physical condition of ordinary people is like a clown, I am afraid they can't even giggle, let alone make trouble in Gotham.

"Then start the suction machine to draw blood, you can treat yourself as the midnight doctor." Bruce's answer is still that simple.

"The time is right, the people are wrong." Ah Fu vomited. Although he has confidence in his medical skills, there is still a gap between him and the best doctor: "This is a corpse, I can't do it."

"Draw your blood! Alfred! You're wasting time!"

"...Well, I listen to you, master, but I still have a suggestion. If you want to resurrect him, you'd better find a magician. If you want him to be buried, don’t watch it. It’s too miserable to go up and die, now is the time to find a pastor to take over my job."

"Or I'll find a mummy producer, take out his internal organs and put them in a jar, put the body in a cat-shaped golden coffin and put it in a bat cave for exhibition, hehehe..." Talking whispered from behind.

"Sorry, what did the master just say?" Ah Fu was stunned.

"No, Afu, I..." Batman recovered, and he bit his tongue.

"Don't say it, Master, those antidotees are useless, right?" Ah Fu turned around and looked at Batman in the dark covered with needles.

"...Sorry, it’s hard for me to control my emotions and thinking right now. They are too active... The antidote is effective. I have used all the types on hand, which may drive me crazy The time has been postponed by one week."

Batman replied to his usual tone and answered the butler's question seriously.

Ah Fu opened his mouth wide, and for the first time he showed a gloomy look: "According to your habit, this date should be exaggerated several times. To be honest, Bruce, tell me that when the heavy rain stops, you will see the sunrise. Is it you or the clown?!"

"......"

Batman was silent. He really didn't know the answer. Ah Fu said nothing wrong. The antidote is used to deal with laughing gas. It really has no effect on the clown toxin.

The reason why he can now control himself not to laugh out loud and dance on the body of the clown is completely dependent on the restraint of willpower.

But how long this restraint can last, he can't say.

"I'm fine, save him now. I know you want him to die, but you can't kill him. We are now facing a more serious situation. If we want to defeat the Laughing Bat, we don't need the help of any madman, but we must stick to My heart, don't kill, just let them feel fear."

"Well, I'll try again, and finally the machine, electric shock defibrillation."

Fu turned around and closed his eyes. Bruce was already crazy because he was asking himself to rescue a cold body.

Bruce just doesn't want the clown to die, so the clown always has a living hope in his heart, emphasizing the principle of not killing, more is to tell him.

He was afraid that he would forget this.

Can the dead be saved by surgery? Obviously not, if Ah Fu had such medical skills, he would definitely choose to save Selena first, instead of the clown who laughed and opened his eyes after death.

Paranoia and madness, these dark characteristics have been infinitely expanded in the young master, no matter who it is, come and help him.

The prayer in the old housekeeper's heart seemed to have been answered, and a wriggling door appeared out of thin air under the corner of the shadowless lamp not far from the operating table.

It quivered a few times, and several people were squeezed out of it.

Headed by the black and yellow armor, a flash of red light lit up like ghost fire in the dark, followed by the golden Fire God sword and the blue trident.

"Justice League is here, Master." Ah Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and he could finally find a chance to free himself from hopeless work.

"He is the death knell, not a member of the Justice League." Batman bit his fist in the dark and said vaguely. There was an urge in his heart to go to the stage play with the death knell.

But he abruptly suppressed this idea, because it was simply unreasonable.

It's just that he doesn't know how long he can maintain such judgment, his vision has begun to blur.

Afu gave Su Ming an apologetic look. From the view of the old housekeeper, although the death knell used various excuses to disguise himself, what he did was undoubtedly for the survival of the world.

Such people can be called heroes, but they are also heroes in the dark, and they will not be understood.

Many people have seen the cunning and greed of the death knell, but they have not seen his original intention, and have forgotten that everything obtained by the death knell is meaningful if the world still exists.

Like Batman, he chose the path of order. Although the paths are different, they are all sad journeys that are not understood. He just restrains himself less and appears more optimistic.

"Get off, let me see."

At this moment, Ah Fu heard a familiar voice. Although he hadn't heard it again for decades, he could not forget that voice.

In the darkness behind the death knell and others, a Batman once again walked out of the door. His shoulders were tilted upwards like a corner, his chest was a bat pattern on the sun, and his eyepieces emitted a terrifying red light. .

But Ah Fu was not afraid, he was a little excited. It must not be the bad guys who can act with the Justice League, then...?

"Master Thomas, is that you?"

Thomas wiped his face mask back, revealing an old but gentle face, and his snow-white hair and beard did not hide his face. Although decades have changed a lot for him, Ah Fu will definitely recognize him.

"Long time no see, old friend, I probably heard about you. I have worked hard for you these years."

"No, it's all I should do, my God, am I dreaming? Master, this is really..."

Ah Fu dropped the scalpel incoherently, and the only thing worthy of joy in a series of misfortunes appeared. Thomas Wayne, who had been dead for decades, returned, the patriarch of the Wayne family!

Thomas reached out and put his hand on the clown's neck, then turned his head and looked at the device reading on the side, the smile on his face disappeared.

"He is dead, and the body is stiff."

Ah Fu wiped his tears and nodded: "Yes, I know, but Bruce insists on saving him."

"He asked you to rescue a dead body?"

Thomas looked for his son in the dark. He had imagined what his son would look like when he grew up and what the scene of the two meeting would be.

Only did not expect this to be the case.

"Uh, some things are hard to say clearly, that, Master Bruce, don't you plan to talk to your father?" Ah Fu organized the language, and changed the topic to a more normal direction with a smile.

Seeing the communication between the three, Su Ming pulled Arthur and Diana back a few steps without a trace, and whispered to Diana, "Oh, it seems someone is going to be unlucky."

"???" Diana's pretty little face showed a puzzled look.

Green Arrow retreated to the wall long ago, and combined with the death knell lied before, you know what Thomas would think when he saw this scene before him.

Keep away, so as not to be splashed with blood for a while, the archer still has to gracefully put the three warriors in front.

By the way, I forgot that I am a consumer boss, uh.

Bruce walked out of the darkness, he was completely stunned at this time, even thinking that he had hallucinations.

But seeing Ah Fu communicating with his father, Barry beside him also explained to him the actions of the previous few people.

Bruce knows that this is really his father, the character of Flash is guaranteed ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and others can't fake superpowers.

He had received a letter from his father and knew that it was himself who died on that wrong timeline, and his father had become Batman.

But that doesn't matter anymore, now the father is so good and appears in front of him alive.

Although it was not the best time, the earth still has a lot of trouble, but to see one side, there is no regret for Batman.

"I......"

"I am your father!"

Just when Bruce was about to say something, Thomas leaned over the Joker’s operating table and punched Bruce on the chin.

Bruce lifted his feet off the ground like a rocket launch. This heavy uppercut made him spiral into the sky and flew far away, knocking the equipment behind him to pieces.

Su Mingchao, who couldn't bear to watch this scene, shrugged her shoulders, as if to say: ‘Look, I knew it would’.