Martin Variety in American Comics

Bruce opened his eyes and thought he was dazzling.

He blinked his sour eyes, but he still saw the shadow of countless people walking through a black and white Gotham City, surrounded by the sound of air flow, pulling out a light and shadow.

"I'm going to hell?"

Bruce laughed at himself, and then began to search for his memory, trying to figure out what happened before.

"Yo, the young man Wayne wakes up!"

Martin was approaching the naked Bruce with a light voice.

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Bruce turned his head and looked at a ninja in black, thinking of everything happened before the coma.

"Is it you?"

He just wanted to ask what happened, and Yu Guang saw that his body was pierced by a black silk thread, and it was connected to the ocean that gathered in the fuzzy shadow.

"What did you do to me?" Bruce frowned.

He did not resist because he couldn't feel his body at all.

"Don't look at me with that look, I'm your life -saving benefactor."

Martin stared at Bruce's gaze and moved his silk thread.

"My name is Martin ..."

Martin introduced his identity again, and Bruce's vague memories emerged again.

He soon accepted this reality. He scanned Martin dressed by the ninja up and down, and did not ask other questions.

"By the way, I killed the clown just now."

Hearing Martin Yunyan's words lightly, Bruce felt that his heartbeat suddenly stopped.

According to logic, this is not an unexpected thing.

Martin is not a police officer. Faced with threats, it is normal for killing the enemy.

Gotham Police did not do that in the past because they did not have that ability.

If Gotham Police had that capable, he had already killed the criminals in the Black Gate Prison and the Akam Madman.

"I did not expect that the struggle between me and me would be the result."

Hearing the clown's death, Bruce's heart fell to the ground, and rarely let go of himself without thinking about anything.

Martin did not break his calmness now, and said slowly: "You are lonely for too long, and treat yourself as a representative of the order of Gotham. Facing the disorderly Gotham, there will always be a clown As a representative, forcing yourself to continue to act. "

"You are right."

For the first time, Bruce took off the hard shell to outsiders, revealing a soft heart.

"Fighting a person is always simpler than to resist a invisible order. Jason hates me that it makes sense. I promised him a future. He paid his life for this. Woolen cloth."

Thinking of a child with a big change of temperament, Bruce's heart had a burst of heart pain.

"Jason was turned off by Dick, and it was not too late to deal with it later."

Martin did not continue the topic of order. He said deeply: "We should pay attention to the venoms hidden by the Assassin Alliance and the clown, which is why I put you here."

"You say." Bruce's eyes were perseverance, focusing on work.

"Talia takes you and her son to get the control of Wayne Group, but I always feel that this active exposure to my behavior is too stupid. The clown has made a venom that can turn people into another. What he calls these venom is enough to infect the entire Gotham, and the hidden location is not known. "

"Son?" Bruce's eyes showed two big question marks: "Are you sure?"

Bruce knew that Talia would never lies in such a stamp, and the two did have a happy night.

But in the face of his son who emerged suddenly, he subconsciously chose to resist, and he couldn't say that he felt in his heart.

Martin nodded: "According to Alverd's news, the report shows that the genes you and the children brought by Talia are very similar, which will not be a problem."

Bruce took a few deep breaths, adjusted herself, and continued: "I'm afraid Talia is just a drove -driven horse's predecessor. If she can control the Assassin Alliance, there is no need to use this method to seize the Wayne Group."

"Her plan is easy to crack. As long as she appears, even if she has a child, she can't get any cheap. It's just that the real behind -the -scenes black hand, I'm afraid she will hide and don't show up again."

"This is not in a hurry, then you can not show up for the time being, and make a black hand behind the scenes, which is stronger than whom."

Martin did not look at Talia.

"Taking this opportunity, you can also go to the venom hidden in the clown. This is an imminent trouble."

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"Then you can let go of me." Bruce pointed his chest with his chin and signaled Martin.

Martin did not move, and continued: "This is the third trouble. The clown also injected venom for you. I put you in this shadow country. Your body is shadowed and the venom cannot play a role. But once you return to reality, Venom will affect your body subtly. "

"That lunatic, I really want to fight with me when I die."

Bruce is not surprised, this is like a clown.

"He wants to make me, and I want to defeat him. Let me completely draw a end to this battle to see who the two of us are the last victims."

Martin looked at Bruce's high morale, frowned and said: "The Joker is dead, and no one will remember him except Harley Quinn. And you are still alive, and there are many people who care about you around you. This is your victory."

He reached out and pulled out the black thread on Bruce's body, and said to him: "I believe in you, Bruce. Don't let my efforts these days go to waste."

Bruce's upper body gradually regained consciousness. He turned his wrist, looked at Martin, and asked in a deep voice: "You are a person who travels between worlds. You can just walk away. Why do you participate in the turmoil in Gotham?"

"Because I am a good person."

Martin answered the question without thinking: "I don't like to see others suffer. If something like this happens in front of me, if there is one, I will stop one, if there are a hundred, I will stop a hundred."

"There will always be more suffering. What's the point of doing this?" Bruce asked subconsciously.

"Someone once asked me, most people live in this world, can't even guarantee their own food and clothing, have no contribution to the world and society, but still struggle, what's the point?"

Martin pulled out all the silk threads on Bruce's body and stared into his eyes: "I answered him, living itself is the meaning. Without countless ordinary people turning their meaningless lives into firewood for history, how can the fire of human history be ignited."

"Today I give you this answer, Mr. Wayne. Salvation itself is the meaning!"

The so-called love at first sight, Bruce looked at Martin and felt this way, not love in the popular sense, but a comradeship that can support each other.

He stood up, stood in front of Martin, and said seriously: "Promise me, if I fail, kill me the first time."

Martin smiled and shook his head: "You underestimate me too much, Mr. Wayne. Maybe tomorrow I will become a miracle doctor, and then I may be able to crack the clown venom directly?"

"Don't be too pessimistic!"

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