Chapter 109

"Grandfather?"

"Oh?"

Bruce sat up on the sofa. He didn't know when he fell asleep. When he got old, he was easy to get confused.

This is the study of Wayne house. In the exquisite fireplace, the fire is burning. Although the lightning and thunder outside the window and the rainstorm pour down, the room is still warm.

He was sitting on the sofa not far from the fireplace, with a blanket over his leg, and half a glass of unfinished whisky on the small round table beside him, flashing in the light of the fire.

It was his little granddaughter, Damian's daughter, who was four years old.

At this time, the little girl was wearing a white fluffy skirt. She was standing at the door of the study with her hands on her back. Her big eyes were looking at him.

"What's the matter? My little princess? Why not play with them? "

Outside the door, you can see that there are many children who are laughing happily and playing strange games. Bruce feels that he is really old. He can't understand the fun of those games.

"Grandfather, I want you to tell me a story."

"Well, what can I tell you about Zorro's fight against the governor and his niece?"

"No, it's all fake. I want to hear the truth." The little girl shook her head, her hair braided in the air, and her face showed the dissatisfaction of "you still think I'm a child.".

"Well, you go to the bookshelf and pick out a Batman story. I'll tell you."

In his study, there are more than a dozen tall bookshelves against the wall, all of which are about his early experience. More than ten years ago, he finally put all the bad guys in the world in the safest prison, and he could retire.

On the bookshelf are not only memoirs recording these events, but also various souvenirs from Gotham government and photos of him and some old friends.

The little girl approached the bookshelf with her hands behind her, and looked up and down at the names on the spine, as if she were choosing something.

"But that's too much."

Bruce pinched his brow and felt his eyes blur. "So I need to record them all, but even so, half of them are contradictory and incoherent, but I promise you, they're all real."

He opened his blanket, opened his hands, and spoke to her with a smile, full of kindness.

He is old, just a retired old man.

The little girl ran to him, skilfully climbed up to his knees, and pulled up the blanket with her little pink hand to cover her stomach.

She handed the book in her hand to Bruce, who took it and found it was called the chemical company mystery. It was the beginning of everything.

"Grandfather, I want to listen to this!"

Bruce's eyes also can't help but with the shift, he saw the book with the photos, the memory also came, that is his first time as Batman in Gotham's case.

"Strange, I remember the story didn't start like this...

" don't be confused, grandfather, that's how it started. "

The little girl put her arm round his neck, her eyes fixed on the book, and whispered in his ear.

"Oh, yes, what am I thinking, I'm sorry, it all started with that window."

He touched the little girl's head with a smile and lifted up the book again.

Everything starts with a window and a scream.

"Come out, I know you're there!" A young man, holding a pistol, nervously aimed at the darkness in the corner of the house.

A bat dart came from another corner and knocked out the pistol.

"I came in a long time ago. It's not a good idea for you to return to the crime scene."

Young Bruce stepped out of the dark in his old uniform, the blue and gray he didn't like.

"Who are you?" The man covered his injured wrist and looked at him in horror. In his eyes, there was only one human bat.

"I'm here to help." Bruce replied coldly that the man was so frightened that he would tell the truth after judging the man.

"You're like the cops, you think I killed my father, right?"

"No, we are different." Batman just lightly denies that the man's fear does not soften his heart: "your father died long ago. You just pulled out the dagger in his chest and left your fingerprints on it."

"I didn't kill him. I saw a shadow outside the window! I want to save my father. "

Batman doesn't speak, he just gets closer to the window. When the human heart is pierced, if he doesn't pull out the dagger, he may still live for dozens of seconds, but once pulled out, he will immediately bleed and die on the spot.

However, the man obviously did not have the courage to kill his father, and this knowledge should not be mentioned.Batman gets close to the glass. There are lots of bloodstains on it. The bloodstains are on the other side of the glass, which seems to show a strange pattern.

"It's birds. They often bump into this window inexplicably." The man answers Batman's doubts.

"There's something wrong with the blood."

"the blood is not right." Bruce on the sofa rubs his temple. He stops turning books. The picture stops on the window.

"There's nothing wrong with that, grandfather. Go on. There's always blood there."

Little granddaughter Janet shakes her body and coquets him.

He took a kindly look at her and continued to turn the book with a smile.

But the story changed. He saw the destroyed earth, standing on a hillside in a fur apron.

At the bottom of the hillside, a group of aborigines in bat headgear are fighting a group of people dressed like birds, or, to be exact, a war.

A strange woman with white hair appeared behind him and explained to him that this was where he originated.

It's a battle between birds and bats, a battle that spans human history. Bats will hold exotic metals and defeat birds.

Birds symbolize reincarnation, and bats end it.

"It's all fake."

Bruce's animal skin suddenly turned into a bat costume. He watched the people of the bat tribe kowtow to him. It was clear, but his reason knew that it was all fake.

He seemed to remember where he was trapped and needed to find his way out.

the book in his hand turns the page again, and the story returns to Gotham.

Yes, it was the case just now. It turned out that the murderer was the partner of the deceased. After the murder, he put the blame on the son of the deceased, and then the chemical company could be monopolized by him.

In this picture, Batman and Gordon are bound by huge glass covers that fall from the sky, and the murderer wants to empty the air to kill them.

Batman takes out his own bat diamond glass knife, breaks the cover, and the fat prisoner climbs a ladder and runs away.

Bruce ran after him, but next to the up ladder, another ladder suddenly appeared, leading to the ground.

I don't want to tell this story again, Janet

"Why, grandfather?"

"I have to find a way up, or a window..."

"no, grandfather, you have to climb down that ladder, now!"

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