Batman's Owl Godfather

Due to the existence of the soul contract, Bruce should have been the only human being who could understand Katum's language.

But now Martha can communicate smoothly with the owl, which only shows that the situation is worse than imagined.

The personality belonging to Bruce has been completely controlled by her.

But Katum didn't show any concern. He just flew to Bruce after Martha left and pressed his pocket.

The pockets were empty.

very good.

Katum breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the gift he gave had been brought into the realm of thinking by Bruce.

In the diary, Ravenclaw once briefly told about the principles of dream magic.

"There is a palace in everyone's mind. Some geniuses with extremely high IQs can even take the initiative to enter their own mind palace."

She said, "But most people are not aware of the existence of the palace. The so-called dream magic is when people fall into the palace of thinking and cannot extricate themselves."

In a nutshell, this is mind-bending magic from DC.

There are many spellcasters who are capable of psychic magic: Witch, Zatanna, Raven, etc...

Naturally, this includes Barbatos.

"There is indeed something wrong with the witch's inner magic, and Ravenclaw didn't find out about it."

Katum thought to himself, "Probably from the very beginning, the witches were sent here as sacrifices."

Maybe Barbatos has already cooperated with Martha, after all, their goals do not conflict.

Barbatos wants Batman, and Martha wants Bruce.

Katum did not stop Martha from taking away Bruce's personality. After all, his own mother came to the door, and it was not appropriate for his godfather to keep him.

But--

The owl looked towards the direction Martha left, thinking silently:

“Many parents always want to arrange everything for their children, but the outcome is always unsatisfactory.

“Sometimes, you still have to respect your child’s personal wishes.

"Batman is Bruce, and Bruce is Batman, and that's his choice.

"That's why I'm so confident."

Next, Martha will probably create a dream world and live with Bruce.

Then slowly eliminate Katum's influence on Bruce bit by bit.

Until Bruce becomes what she wants him to be.

"Then she'll probably be disappointed."

Owl thought to herself, "Bruce now is not the good boy she remembered."

…

The people of the motherland were wrapped in a metal egg in full view of the public. No one knew what happened.

At this time, Watt Company had sent people to take away the eggs of the motherland, but they were blocked by the US military.

"This is no longer an internal matter within your company."

The military leader told the Vought representative, "Everyone has seen this incident. The situation is unknown now. We suspect that this incident will affect national security, so I'm sorry, but you can't take away this metal ball."

"The people of the motherland are the superheroes of our company." Representative Walter was still arguing, "We need to protect the people of the motherland to prevent accidents!"

But the military leader still said the same thing: "I can understand your feelings, but I'm sorry, you can't take him away."

Staff members have already brought instruments and got close to the metal egg, using X-ray scanning technology to try to figure out the situation inside the shell.

But no matter how they scanned it, the final image was pitch black, and nothing could be detected inside.

They couldn't see that the people of the motherland inside the metal shell were huddled together and having a peaceful dream.

And his body was also changing at the same time.

The body that was originally in its thirties is becoming younger.

The people of the motherland are rejuvenating themselves.

…

Bruce looked through the window of Wayne Manor at the dark sky of Gotham.

Footsteps sounded from behind, and the aroma of tea wafted up.

In a daze, Bruce felt that this situation was inexplicably familiar.

It was like the image of Alfred coming to comfort him when he had just lost his parents.

But when he turned his head, the person who appeared behind him was not the Ah Fu in his memory.

"Bruce?"

Martha was standing behind him, holding afternoon tea, with a gentle smile on her face.

"What are you thinking about? Come on, try these snacks."

Mom called Bruce over, but Bruce didn't move.

The dim light casts from the window lattice, and Bruce seems to be transformed into a silhouette, standing under the sky of Gotham City.

"Mom?" he said, "Are you no longer sad?"

Just yesterday, their family was robbed while passing by an alley after watching a performance.

Thomas Wayne, his father, was shot by a robber in order to protect his wife and children.

Fortunately, Bruce and Martha survived.

“Being sad doesn’t solve anything.”

Martha forced a forced smile, "We have to go on living, don't we?

"Come over and have something to eat. You still have many classes, etiquette, piano, classical literature...

"Bruce, even without your father, I will raise you to be a perfect gentleman!"

But Bruce still didn't come over, his eyes were extremely clear.

"Mom." He called Martha, "Am I in a dream?"

Martha's expression changed.

"Bruce, you must be tired!"

Martha was at a loss and said, "It doesn't matter, you have a good rest and you can have snacks later..."

She is like a poor performer trying to cover up the truth that everyone knows.

"Mother!"

There was no smile on Bruce's face, and he looked at Martha with extremely complicated eyes.

"I have already experienced a similar dream once, so I will never get lost again."

There was a hint of sadness in Bruce's tone, "The multiverse is so big and full of infinite possibilities. I am very happy that there is a world where my mother can be alive.

"Barbatos is obsessed with me, I understand.

"He took advantage of you and asked you to take me back, and I understand.

“What I don’t understand is—

"Mom, why don't you want dad to be alive even in your dreams?"

Bruce has figured it all out.

After he used the diary as a medium to enter the thinking of the people of his motherland, a force suddenly captured his thinking.

And then put it in this fictional Gotham.

He himself was restored to the age of eight again, experiencing the nightmare in the alley.

Everything was like that dream at Hogwarts.

But the difference is that this time, Bruce is awake from beginning to end.

He saw his father dead and his mother alive.

And after that night, my mother's behavior was very abnormal.

It is self-evident who created this dream.

"Mom, someone once told me that I was trapped in an alley when I was eight years old."

Bruce walked slowly towards the dining table, "But now I realize that I was not the only one trapped that night."

He sat down on a chair and pointed to another chair to Martha.

"Mom, sit down!"

Martha froze in place, actually falling into hesitation.

The clown who had played with countless people's hearts was now at a loss in front of his own children.

"What happened between you and dad?"

Bruce said sadly, "Why do family members get to this point where they even wish each other to die in their dreams?"

Of course he was happy to see his mother alive again.

But he didn't want to see a broken family.

"Bruce, listen to my explanation!"

Martha fell down on the chair. She actually didn't want to show her current appearance in front of her children.

She wants to continue playing a gentle mother.

But Bruce was so smart that not only did he not fall into the dream, but he also guessed that he was the one who created the dream.

This made her almost unable to continue acting.

"Mom, you must be in pain all the time."

Instead of blaming Martha, Bruce reached out his hands and held his mother's cold palms tightly.

"Although we are not from the same world, I would like to regard you as my mother!

“I can feel your love for me, and that can’t be faked.

"But the current situation is that I must gain enough power to save Gotham. I can't go back with you!"

Upon hearing this, Martha, who was crying, suddenly widened her eyes.

"no!"

She shouted loudly, "Gotham doesn't need your saving, you can't be like that madman Thomas!"

Martha was terrified.

Thomas didn't even come to this world, why would a child have the same thoughts as him?

She said helplessly, even as if she was begging her child: "Your goal should be to become a doctor or a lawyer and live a happy life, instead of dressing up as a weirdo and making fun of your own life..."

Seeing Martha like this, Bruce couldn't bear it, but the current situation no longer allowed him to hesitate.

"Mom, do you remember when I was little? I was only a few months old. I couldn't even eat by myself, and I still had to feed me."

The past events that Bruce suddenly mentioned made Martha a little confused.

"Of course I remember..." she stammered, "but why do you remember?"

"Because there is a memory palace in my brain that stores all the memories from childhood to adulthood."

Bruce smiled and said, “The time spent with you is my most cherished memory.

"Mom, you know better than anyone else that I will grow up. When I am a few months old, I need you to feed me before I can eat. After one year old, I can also hold a spoon by myself.

"It's the same now. I'm thirteen, not eight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce's body began to grow.

Not the eight-year-old Martha remembered when Bruce lost her, but his real age now, thirteen.

Even almost as tall as Martha.

"Mom, I have my own ideas now. It may be a little immature, but it is what I really want to do."

Bruce finally tried, "Can you support me?"

Martha didn't answer immediately.

She looked into the child's eyes and felt strange as never before.

"I see."

Martha suddenly said, "I have been away from your growth for too long, and now it is too late to make up for it."

Her expression slowly turned from sad to cold.

"You are just like this world, you have to force yourself to get better. I have seen Thomas being crazy, and I will never let you become like that.

"Bruce, you left me no choice.

"One day you will understand that I am doing this for your own good!"

Originally, Martha wanted to use gentle means to use dreams to subtly influence Bruce's thoughts.

But Bruce did not fall into the dream at all and remained awake.

Then there was nothing he could do.

"Bruce, you forced me to do this."

Hearing this, Bruce could only extinguish the last glimmer of hope.

"That's what I wanted to say, too."

Bruce looked into Martha's eyes, "Mom, you forced me to do this."