The Death Knell

The next thing went smoothly. After Batman and Jack came together and participated in the topic of Deathstroke and Gordon, someone talked about the "Court of Owls" in a veiled way.

When he heard that there was such an organization lurking behind the scenes in Gotham, the corners of Batman's mouth drooped even more.

"Now that you know the concepts of multiverses and parallel worlds, you should naturally understand that the Court of Owls is a terrorist organization that spans all earths." Su Ming opened his mouth and made up nonsense, mixing lies and truth. He said succinctly: "If you want to save your world, you'd better go to Earth 0 with me to learn the experience of struggle. The claws have already appeared. If you don't act, it will be too late."

Batman is still worried. He is not sure whether Deathstroke is really as enthusiastic as he appears.

But after Jack heard his girlfriend say that she was going to Earth 0 to have a baby, he was determined to follow her, because the turmoil now proved that his idea could not save Gotham. He wanted to walk more and more Take a look and learn from successful experiences.

Besides, if the entire Earth is under threat from the Court of Owls, then it would be a good idea to send his wife and children away to a safer Earth.

Batman left an ambiguous answer, then lifted up his cape and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only one sentence: "Let me think about it, Gotham can't live without me. The Bat family can leave now. Everyone can go back to their homes to rest." .”

At the same time, he also detonated the explosives installed on the cannon, completely burying the super weapon.

"Sarah, Pale Knight and Dr. Quinzel are willing to come with us. You can welcome them to the spacecraft for a meal first. I will patrol around and help Director Gordon check out the situation in Gotham. Maybe I can be found somewhere. Somewhere you can help.”

Su Ming smiled and gave instructions to the captain, and also disappeared into the darkness amidst Gordon's thanks.

Of course, he didn't do good deeds.

The Batman of this universe can't go with him, it's useless, so besides the non-existent Court of Owls, we have to find something for him to do.

"I'm back."

The Dark Knight stepped off the Batmobile, and his boots once again touched the parking platform in the Batcave. The solid touch of his feet made him feel relaxed and felt that he was home.

Although the cave under Wayne Mansion is damp and cold at all times, for bats, it is a warm home.

"Alf"

He habitually wanted to call the butler, because in the past, whenever he got off the car, the butler would always be waiting aside with tea and supper, and then ask him with a smile what he had gained that day.

However, Ah Fu will never be seen again, he is dead.

Batman sighed deeply. The ease with which he had just resolved the incident and his doubts about outsiders all turned into a sigh. He felt exhausted.

He didn't want to think about anything anymore, and he didn't want to do anything anymore. He walked towards the chair in front of his brother's computer like a zombie and slumped down on it.

He is not emotionless, and he is not as strong-willed as many people think. At least one thing he knows well, that is, Alfred's death has caused an unbearable blow to him, but he can only live without it. Touch and lick your wounds when others see you.

Self-healing is far away.

The barbed gloves on the outside of his forearms wiped off the hood on his head, and his two pointed ears drooped on his shoulders. He took out a folded piece of paper from his bat belt, which was the suicide note left to him by the butler.

He did not mention the existence of the letter to anyone, not even Barbara or Dick, nor even opened it himself.

Even though he knew that Ah Fu had passed away, he couldn't accept it psychologically. He always felt that as long as he didn't read the letter, everything could be undone. He imagined that Ah Fu would suddenly jump out of the darkness and tell him that the letter contained a joke.

Although reason tells Batman that this is impossible, the man who calls himself Deathstroke has also said before that this is hope, the ultimate human fantasy.

Everyone has the right to hope, and outsiders are blameless.

It's just that he has buried his head in the soil for too long. In any case, everything that happened today was different from the past. Faced with such changes, he hoped to get some strength and comfort from Afu.

The yellow folded piece of paper was glowing with the blue light emitted by the monitor nearby, and the handwriting 'For Bruce' written on it was as red as blood. His fingers brushed the edge again and again, and he finally made up his mind.

It was unfolded, and the butler's familiar handwriting appeared in front of him again:

"Bruce, I know you must have waited a long time before you decided to read it, because you were afraid of me leaving, and because you never like to say goodbye."

"There is no doubt that my death will make you lonelier than ever. I imagine you will hide in the Batcave by yourself, trying your best to avoid communication with the two children, and at the same time shut out everyone in your heart. outside."

"You think loneliness and darkness will bring you strength, but you are wrong. Unfortunately, every time I tried to convince you in the past, it was as hard as heaven."

"But I still want to nag one last time. Being alone will not give you strength, especially when moving forward in the dark. You can rely on others around you, except me."

"I think you should have realized this now that you have read the content in the letter. There are many kind-hearted people who are much younger than me. They can accompany you further, so farewell, my child."

At the bottom of the letter was Afu's signature, but there was no date, so Batman didn't know when the suicide note was written.

The paper is slightly yellowed. Was it five years ago? Or earlier?

But Ah Fu was right about one thing. Maybe, in this situation, we can give some people a little more trust.

Batman stood up and carefully put the letter into a sealed lead container. Then he walked to the elevator silently. He felt that he needed a drink, a drink quietly by himself.

At the same time, Deathstroke was also drinking alone, maybe not alone, because he was accompanied by Strangler, but the symbiote was drinking chocolate milkshake.

The little bean sprout held a cup with two small leaf-shaped tentacles and sucked the brown liquid inside with a straw. His crescent-shaped eyes narrowed, as if he was in a good mood.

"At night when the snow melts, the city is full of moisture. The air smells like sour oranges with the freshness of earth." Su Ming toasted with the wine bottle in his hand and looked at the dawn. The darkest streets before, and the reveling crowds after being thawed.

The people of Gotham have a big heart. Not long ago, half of the city was frozen into popsicles, but now it seems that everything has passed, and the lively gunshots are heard one after another throughout the city again, which is the city's salute.

"Hey."

Strangler said that if you want to breathe the cold and fresh air, you should go back to Kama Taj. The scenery in Gotham is too monotonous, with only steel concrete and corpses with blooming heads.

"It's time to get back to work. The carnival crowds are parading in the streets. Now only Barbara and Dick are left to maintain law and order, and they are closer to the previously frozen urban areas." Su Ming stood up on the edge of the rooftop of the tall building. He threw the empty bottle back into his pocket with both hands and stretched his neck: "Now let's go to the City Traffic Management Department to get the driver's license information and see where the next target's home is."