All Worlds Madhouse

(one week ago)

Wayne Manor.

Just by looking at the name, you can tell that this is the property of the Wayne family.

Located in the northwest corner of Gotham City, it has neatly manicured lawns, full of gorgeous Gothic-style buildings, and a huge courtyard that takes 5 minutes to drive from the front door to the main hall. Anyway, this is the most luxurious real estate in Gotham. , luxurious enough to be open to the public for viewing, and then charging tickets.

Of course, the Wayne family does not need to earn the money from the tickets. Therefore, Wayne Manor is never open to the public. There are only a few servants, an old butler, and a standard second-generation rich man who lives and drinks.

At this moment, in an inconspicuous cave inside the manor, the second-generation rich man was lying quietly on a medical bed, with shocking wounds all over his body, and a needle penetrated the rough skin on his shoulder. The silk thread connected to the needle cut through the flesh and blood, then tightened and closed with the wound on the other side.

The person who was sewing up Bruce Wayne was a thin and obviously old old man. His name was Alfred Pennyworth, and he was the steward of this manor.

65 years old, with some sparse hair, very tall, but not very strong. He wears the same set of black official clothes all year round, which is very inconspicuous. But as anyone who belongs to the upper class, as long as he sees this old man, he almost It can be confirmed that he is the most professional, top-notch and reliable person. It can be imagined that as long as Wayne is in this manor, then this old man will appear by Wayne's side whenever he is needed, whether it is in the morning When you get up, give me a cup of strong tea.

Save his life when he was still covered in blood and blood from the explosion.

Another wound was sutured, Alfred skillfully cut off the thread, and then began to treat the large burns. Some medicine was dropped on the gauze and pressed on the bloody abdomen.

"Forehead"

The pain stimulated Wayne's nerves, and he groaned softly, then slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm glad you're awake, Master Wayne." Alfred said softly, but without any pause: "So, do you need some anesthetic now? You still have a lot of injuries."

Wayne shook his groggy head and looked down at his body, which was bandaged like a mummy.

"How long have I been asleep?" he asked.

"It's just one day, so you're lucky not to miss the mayor's dinner tomorrow." Alfred responded: "And even more lucky, you have more than 40 wounds all over your body, and 7 serious burns. Under such circumstances, he was able to hold on and rush back. As far as I know, if a cow was injured half as seriously as you, it would never survive for 10 minutes."

Bruce Wayne looked at his old butler quietly. He was still polite, funny, and gentle, but from between the lines, you could hear his hidden anger and worry. Moreover, even in the dark cave, he Alfred's bloodshot eyes could be seen.

"When will you get a good night's sleep?" Wayne asked.

"When I know you're safe," Alfred replied, wrapping gauze around Wayne's waist.

There was a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry, I've been lying to you. I dress like this every night and go out to look for those criminals. I just can't help it. But I didn't take action. I just called the police. But today, today is a little special." Wayne lowered his head. head.

Alfred smiled: "I know everything, Master Wayne. There is nothing in this manor that I don't know about."

"Yes. You will definitely know. It's like you have super powers." Wayne said lightly, like a child who had done something wrong. He stretched out his hands and looked at the bruises on them. Trembling, he buried his face in his hands: "I'm sorry, I killed someone, no, get up."

Wayne's voice was also trembling, and he knew that he had finally taken that step.

"So, how do you feel?" Alfred asked calmly.

"Excitement, pleasure, and pain." Wayne said, his voice gradually seemed to change tone: "I can feel those emotions, I can't turn back, I know these facts, I am at this time At this moment, I just want to find one more person, and I want to kill one more person. If you weren’t by my side, I think I would have rushed out by now, ah—I, I.”

As he spoke, his voice gradually sped up, and finally became a little incoherent. The pain in his eyes gradually turned into excitement.

Alfred looked quietly at Bruce Wayne, who seemed to be gradually changing.

"No you didn't kill anyone," he said suddenly.

"What?" Wayne was stunned. He looked at his old butler blankly, his eyes full of madness, but in the end, he retained a little clarity.

"Master, you didn't kill anyone." Alfred said calmly, "Before you woke up, I had already accessed some surveillance systems around Wayne Tower, and then I discovered this."

As he spoke, he handed a tablet to Wayne.

Wayne took it tremblingly, and some monitor images were playing on the screen.

In the corridor, a person was running fast, and then the person opened the door to the rooftop. Then the screen turned, and I saw a person frantically squeezing a woman's neck, and then there was a gunshot, and the black The man in clothes was hit and knocked to the ground, while the shooter rushed over, picked up the woman, and disappeared on the top floor of the building. Then, there was an explosion, and the scene stopped abruptly.

Wayne stared blankly at the scene, and the madness in his eyes gradually subsided.

"I didn't kill anyone?"

"Yes, you didn't. At the last moment, you were shot, and then someone saved the lady. But since I had to treat your wounds, I didn't investigate the identities of those people. I hope Don't mind." Alfred still had the same calm tone.

Wayne's heavy breathing gradually calmed down. He held the tablet and watched the surveillance video again, and then again, and finally...

"Thank you," he said.

"You just thanked me." Alfred responded: "But you can't always come to thank me. Master, you are still very young. You can't lie with me like this every day for the rest of your long life. In front of you. So, can you really suppress the desire in your heart?"

Wayne was silent, not knowing how to answer this question.

"You can't." Alfred answered for him.

"Yes, I can't. I live in the pain of suppressing myself every day. I don't know how long I can hold on." Wayne lowered his head and said in pain.

"Well, pain, unbearable pain." Fred said, but suddenly, he changed the topic: "It's quite interesting to say, you know that in the metropolis across the river, there are some that can fly, are invulnerable, or People with infinite strength, right? They call themselves superheroes. I actually think that you are just like them. The only difference is that they only have a short-term mutation pain, and then they can have a power beyond ordinary people. , and the pain you have to experience is long-lasting, originating from yourself, and lasting throughout your life. So I think you might be able to join them, so that you have a channel to vent, otherwise you will put yourself out there. Driving me crazy.”

"I have thought about it, in fact I have always thought about it but I am different from them and I will not be able to control myself."

"Of course you can't control it, so I guess you can set a limit for yourself."

"Bottom line?"

"Yes, there is always a final bottom line between relief and pain. As long as you don't cross it, then you are still righteous, just like those people wearing red cloaks flying all over the sky, then you will not To be seen as a terrible person, not as a madman. But as a hero."

"But... what's the bottom line?"

"You can't! Can! Kill! People!" Alfred said word for word.

Wayne had never seen his butler so serious. However, with these words, a cold feeling gradually appeared in his heart. This feeling made him depressed and almost collapsed. The heat dissipated quietly.

Wayne was just silent, lost in thought.

After a long time, he finally figured it out, and then looked at his housekeeper again. The gaze that had remained unchanged since he was 8 years old seemed to finally loosen up, showing relief, and revealing incomparable perseverance.

"Thank you. You saved my life, not just my life."

"This is the third time. Please don't thank me again. I am your butler." Alfred said with a smile: "Besides, this method was not thought of by me, but by you."

"Me?" Wayne was stunned.

"Yes, you inspired me. The symbol you painted on your clothes reminds me of the symbols of heroes. In fact, you can also make a logo. I think the one you painted on your clothes is quite good." Alfred said.

Wayne was even more confused. He had never drawn anything on clothes before.

So, he turned his body to another angle with difficulty, and then looked at his night clothes.

Immediately afterwards, he was surprised to find a strange pattern drawn with blood on the chest of Ye Xingyi, like a bat with its wings spread.

No one will know about this conversation in the cave.

What everyone knows is that three days later, a weirdo appeared in Gotham City.

Some people say that he is a mutant creature with huge wings and a dark body. Some people say that he is just a psychopath wearing a cloak and flying around on the roof. In fact, few people have actually seen him. At first, people were afraid of this guy. After all, he seemed to only appear at night, and his appearance was really eye-catching. However, over time, people also knew what he was doing.

He rescued a woman who was being robbed and kicked the robber's thigh to pieces.

He saved a baby from the fire and then disappeared into the night.

At the port on the river bank, he seized an arms deal and hung all the prisoners upside down on the dock.

He also beat a perverted stalker until his face was bruised, tied him up naked, and threw him at the gate of the police station.

Well, this man is an unlicensed vigilante who abuses vigilante justice. To put it more bluntly, he is actually a criminal. This kind of person will be hated by 90% of the people. In addition to criminals, there are also police, mayors, people, etc. After all, no one wants to have such a masked mental illness wandering around every night. Although he did act bravely, he was too harsh.

Of course, in addition to disgust and abuse, there will also be people shouting thank you loudly in the direction where he disappeared at night.

Most of these people are children with heroic dreams.

There are also those in distress who have just been rescued.

And gradually, this weirdo in black also got his own title

Batman.