End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"What time is it? It's noon, why did you come early?"

Hearing the knock on the door, Russell pushed Selina away from her body, and got up to wash up.

Although it is completely unnecessary, he has not bathed for a thousand years, and he will not get dust on his body, and he does not need to wash it, and the darkness will be swept away in an instant, but it is not necessary and does not need to be two different things. This is a matter of attitude, and guests cannot be neglected. .

The person next to the pillow left, Selina groaned and opened her eyes, glanced at Russell's back, turned over and continued to sleep.

I'm too tired to go to work today.

In a daze, Selina thought that this was considered a work-related injury, paid leave, and worked overtime...

...

Half an hour later, Russell finished washing, and as soon as he entered the living room, he saw Wayne, master and servant, who had entered the door without permission.

"Bruce, Ah Fu, you're welcome, just sit down casually, as if you're at your own home... Oh, Bruce has already sat down."

Russell shrugged, "Since it's our own home, Ah Fu, please make me a cup of tea, no black tea."

Because of the newness, Butlerman has not linked up with Batman yet, and it is not wrong to say that he is making tea or cleaning the tea set every day.

"Please wait!"

Alfred nodded, smiled at Bruce on the sofa, turned and walked out of the living room.

In memory, Russell once invited him to dinner on Thanksgiving, so he is no stranger to this strange villa.

Bruce nodded with a smile, and gave Alfred a look, telling him to get lost while making tea and see what is so special about this villa.

"Bruce, we agreed to meet at noon, why are you here so early?"

Russell glanced at the clock on the wall, it was only eight o'clock, and Batman's super power was not only rich, but also not sleeping.

"Russell, what are you talking about, what is the appointment to meet at noon?"

Bruce smiled like a dandy with nearly a billion people, "I just returned to Gotham, and I have a lot of things at hand. I just came to visit my old friends now. I'm negligent and neglectful. I hope you don't take it to heart."

"Well, you're going to act like this,

I just cooperate. "

Russell pouted, and turned on the TV with the remote control, playing the precious pictures recorded in the early morning.

In his rookie period, Batman killed all directions and ruled all kinds of dissatisfaction on the streets of Gotham. During this period, he was severely beaten by gangsters and policeman Hai Bian, and the number of times he was knocked down reached three digits.

Bruce "..."

The dandy scene was completed in an instant, he changed into a calm and dark painting style, half of his face was covered by shadows, his voice seemed to have throat cancer, "You know me, but I don't have any impression of you...can you turn off the light first ?"

The camera zooms away from Bruce's shadowy, chiseled face and zooms out to see his entire body, with a wall lamp bright enough to blind a dog's eyes at his side.

"I thought you would like it, don't forget it."

Russell waved his hand to turn off the remote control wall lamp, and the shadow buff on Bruce's face disappeared instantly, not at all Batman.

"Ah Fu told me that we have been friends since childhood, but I have no impression of you at all."

"It's normal, because there isn't one."

Russell admitted that Ah Fu's memory was fake, regardless of Bruce's elongated face, and continued, "But I didn't lie, before the world restarted, we were the best partners. We were born and died many times, and we were as close as brothers. Every time you They all kindly call me Big Brother."

"You said the world restarted?"

Bruce automatically ignored the slots, and his eyes sharpened instantly.

"Stop pretending, you're just a rookie, why pretend to be a boss."

Russell leaned on the sofa and raised his legs: "I admit that restarting the timeline was my mistake, but I'm back again!"

"what!?"

The more Bruce listened, the more confused he became. There were many questions, but now there are more.

"Mr. Russell, you want green tea."

Alfred walked into the living room and shook his head slightly at Bruce when he put down the tea.

It is a very ordinary villa, there are no hidden doors, and there are no secrets.

"Thank you. As expected of Ah Fu, you can make good tea."

Russell took the teacup, closed his eyes and sniffed lightly, enjoying the aroma of the tea. "Yes, there are many secrets, and there are also secret doors and underground bases."

"..." x2

Bruce and Alfred glanced at each other, both expressionless. Russell drank the tea in one gulp, got up and walked to the TV, and raised his hand to take pictures of the elevator entrance on the wall.

Russell walked into the elevator and waved to the speechless two people, "Rookie, come with me, you want to be a superhero, protect Gotham, and be my partner, you are still far away!"

"NO, I have not."

"Don't want to be a superhero, or don't want to protect Gotham?"

"I don't want to be the last one."

"..."

The elevator starts, heading deep underground.

"Bruce, you don't want to be my partner. I don't blame you. It's the deviation of the timeline restart. In the final analysis, it's still my fault. If it wasn't for me..."

Russell sighed, and the topic went off the rails, "Once upon a time, you hugged my thigh, crying and begging for it. I disagreed, so you rolled all over the floor and refused to leave at my house."

Bruce pretended not to hear it, feeling that the elevator took a long time to descend, and frowned, "What did you do back then, why did the timeline restart?"

Regarding Russell's words, he can choose to listen to them, but some information must be found out.

As for true and false, which ones can be believed and which ones can be ignored, he believes he can tell the difference.

"Look, Bruce's street posing, and Arkham's special issue."

Russell took out the digital camera from the back of his butt, and flipped to the exclusive photo album marked 'Betterman', there were two of them.

Bruce frowned and looked at the photo album, Alfred glanced at it and looked away, and then...

He glanced again and never left his eyes.

In the street photo album, Bruce stands under the street lights, with the streets and the Batmobile in the background, and he only has a pair of boxers with a pink base and red strawberries on his body.

Under the camera, he looked aggrieved, only the last few photos, and he didn't know what kind of threat he had encountered, so he forced a stiff smile.

In the special issue of Arkham, Bruce sits alone on a small bed in a single room, with only a pair of oversized diapers all over his body. On the bed sheet, the world map drawn by Bruce Jr. is clearly visible.

Good figure, good looks, cool temperament, Bruce in the photo relies on three advantages to distort the ridiculous style of bedwetting photos. Those who don't know it think it's a fashion photo taken by a top male model.

"..." x2

What is shocking, this is shocking!

No matter what Bruce's expression was, Alfred was dumbfounded.

"Because of my carelessness, the photos spread all over the Internet, causing Bruce's dark knight to collapse. The criminals laughed when they saw him, and there was no fear at all..."

Russell raised his head and sighed, "That's it, that world was ruined, and I had to restart it."

"..." x2

Therefore, you are the culprit who caused the destruction of the world! x2

Bruce's face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth twitched occasionally, indicating that his heart was full.

Alfred finished in a daze, and coughed lightly with his fists clenched, "Mr. Russell, these photos..."

"Ah Fu, I understand."

Russell winked and said, "As far as our relationship is concerned, I will definitely make a copy of Bruce's bedwetting photo for you."

"No, Mr. Russell, you are mistaken."

"Ah Fu, Ming people don't say dark words. Before restarting the timeline, you secretly contacted me and made a copy to your heart's content."

"..."

"Is there any misunderstanding?"

"Gone."

"Well, I'll contact you another day, and I won't let Bruce know."

Russell made an OK gesture, and Alfred nodded and then returned to his expressionless face. During the transaction, the two ignored Bruce with a dark face.

"You said that the timeline restarts and everything starts from scratch, so I have no impression of you, then..."

Bruce didn't believe a word of Russell's words, and even scoffed at the bed-wetting photo, which was undoubtedly fake, just like the childhood of the two when they were young.

It's all fake, you can't fool him!

"Then what?"

"Why do we lose our memory and everything goes back to the original point, but you are preserved intact?"

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, "If you cause the time restart with your own hands, so you are qualified to be different from other people, don't tell such lies."

"That's not..."

Russell glanced at the two of them, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Russell, I work in hell, and my occupation is the master of hell...Satan!"

Ding! !

Just when Bruce and the others were startled by 'Satan', the elevator stopped and opened slowly, revealing a dark and desolate world.

The sky shrouded in black clouds, without the slightest sunlight, the ghostly shadows in the distant view, the cracks in the ground and the gaps in the abyss, the sulfurous hot air spurting out, and the red scorching sea turned up, barely illuminating a corner of the world.

The close-up is a transparent glass passage with a metal gate at the end, which is connected to the sealed building of the suspected base.

Square and square, like a coffin, still black.

"..." x2

"How about it, isn't it very secretive to build a secret base in hell?"

"Hell...just below Gotham City..."

Bruce had a bitter look on his face, no wonder Gotham's folk customs are simple and simple, so close to hell, if you don't go to hell, you will see a ghost.

"No, hell and earth do not belong to the same dimension. I just used my authority to open a door at home."

Russell looked at Bruce with a little deep meaning, and named his thoughts, "The chaos in Gotham is inevitable, and it has nothing to do with hell or me."

"You can change that, right?"

"Can't!"

Russell shrugged, a peaceful and stable Gotham is boring, and if you are bored, you can't sell comics. Then Batman rushed to the street, and DC collectively went to the rooftop.

So, even though he can do whatever he wants, it’s okay to kill Bruce and Clark, but as long as Gotham is changed so that there is no Batman, the world will restart immediately.

The three left the elevator, and Bruce and Alfred observed the hell outside the passage. Bruce didn't ask until the metal door, "Satan, you brought us to hell, what do you want us to do?"

"Brother for many years, you can just call me Russell. The position of Satan was not me originally. I was dumped by the original Satan. I personally refused."

Russell answered, opened the metal door, and said slowly, "Because I restarted the world, you became a rookie, so I will help you quickly pass through your childhood and become a qualified dark knight."