Chapter 2192: Battle of Two Cities (34)

When Bruce opened his eyes again, he saw Alfred's concerned eyes. He heard movement on his right side and turned to see Gordon's back.

"He's awake." Bruce heard Alfred say in a trance, and Gordon came over and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Bruce woke up faster than he thought. He propped himself up with his arms, looked at Alfred and said, "Did you bring me back, Alfred?"

"In fact, it was your friend Peter and a lawyer named Matt who controlled the crane to put you in a safe place."

Bruce didn't feel any discomfort on his body, which meant that although he fainted in the end, he was not seriously injured.

"Andkin." Bruce took the cup of water from Alfred's hand, drank a sip of water and called out the name. He turned to look at Gordon, hoping that Gordon could give him an answer.

Gordon lifted the hem of his windbreaker and said, "I didn't expect you to still remember him, Bruce."

Gordon lowered his eyes, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Bruce stared at him closely. Gordon stood there and sighed before saying, "It's my fault. I didn't expect him to go directly to you. After all, you're just a kid. Most people wouldn't do that."

"What's going on? James."

Gordon's mouth was tightly pursed into a straight line. He said, "I'm sorry, Bruce. He actually reminded your parents."

At the time, he was investigating a series of murders of important people. After he found that the Waynes might be the next target, he reminded them by making anonymous calls, but your parents were too busy at the time and didn't have time to care.

"Your father is a good man. His charity work has helped Anderkin's family, so he didn't give up and called me. Your father's secretary and I have seriously advised them not to go out recently."

Alfred turned to look at Gordon, as if he didn't want him to say the next words, but Gordon shook his head. He knew that he couldn't hide it from Bruce forever.

"Your parents chose to believe us."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, like a sharp knife piercing Bruce's heart. He recalled every detail before he went out.

Children don't understand everything. They can feel other people's emotions with a different sensitivity from adults. Bruce had long felt that the atmosphere at that time was very strange.

At that time, Bruce felt that the whole world was resisting him. Thomas and Martha wanted to reject his proposal to go to the movies in a roundabout way, but they kept emphasizing that we are happy to accompany you, but the situation is special now.

Bruce could understand why they did this. They were both good parents who always gave Bruce enough and firm responses. They made Bruce feel that they would always stand behind him and that he was loved from countless details.

At that time, Bruce could not understand why his parents suddenly became unreasonable. He just wanted to watch a movie, which was not difficult to do. Why were his parents unwilling to satisfy him?

"Bruce, you were still young at that time. Thomas could not explain to you those dirty and dark interest struggles. He could not tell you in person that he did good things, but aroused more hostility from people. That was not their educational policy. They always hoped that you would be a kind person."

Gordon adjusted the buttons of his windbreaker belt and said, "In the end, they chose to stand on your side and told us that it was just a movie and nothing would happen."

The bitterness in Bruce's heart made him unable to control himself. He knew that it was not just a movie.

At that time, the movie was halfway through, but the theater suddenly lost power. Thomas and Martha felt very sorry, but they could only tell little Bruce that he might not be able to watch the movie today.

And what did he do? Bruce didn't want to recall. He was very willful and insisted on changing the theater to finish the movie. Thomas and Martha disagreed, so he left them and ran out of the back door of the theater and ran into a dark alley.

Thomas and Martha chased them out, and then there were two gunshots. The two of them fell in a pool of blood, and Bruce was stunned.

All this was because of himself.

Bruce completely collapsed. Those reasons that he could have used to comfort himself, "the bad guys are too bad", were completely untenable at this moment.

It's not that there were no good people on the side of his parents. The sheriff, secretary, and reporter repeatedly reminded the Waynes that it might be dangerous to go out recently, and even called to advise them when they finally went out.

And his parents were not unaware of the dangers of this trip, but in order to satisfy his wishes, they still chose to leave the safe fortress.

Even until the last moment when little Bruce ran out, everything could still be saved, as long as he was a little more rational.

Just like when he was on the tower crane, he should have thought clearly. If Anderkin was just for the news, then he didn't need to risk the industry's disapproval to contact a helpless child. If any of his colleagues knew that he did this, his career would be over.

And this would also bring him great danger. Now the Wayne couple is dead, but the mastermind is still alive. If people knew that someone was still investigating this murder, the cruel murderer would never be stingy to kill another one.

He should have thought of these, but he didn't think of them. He made the most wrong choice among all the choices. He didn't investigate when he should have investigated, and he doubted when he shouldn't have doubted. He was always led by the nose, always suffered losses, and never learned his lesson.

Bruce was defeated by guilt again, and he once again chose to lie down and curl up, not listening to anything and not thinking about anything.

In the face of a deep and painful crisis, the only hope for ordinary people is to wait for time to heal all the pain, and everything will pass.

No one is qualified to say that this is an escape. They are just one of the thousands of losers who drowned in the waves of reality. But even if they have been defeated and become floating corpses, they will try to sink to the bottom so that others who are still struggling on the water will not be tripped by themselves. They even try to curl up just to prevent the living from being contaminated by their bad luck. The simple kindness when life is hanging by a thread is easier to tell the truth that human nature is good than the emotional confession in the cheers.

Alfred brought a blanket to cover him and said, "Have a good rest and don't go out recently."

After that, he turned and left. Gordon took a last look at Bruce, turned off the lights in the room for him, and gently closed the door before leaving.

"It's not that simple, Alfred. You know, these overwhelming reports are not just to defeat him." Gordon said. The huge pressure forced him to light a cigarette and said, "Someone is behind all this. In addition to the shareholders of the Wayne Group, I guess there is also the Penguin."

"I don't understand why he suddenly changed his mind." He said, "If the Gotham Police Department can't give him an explanation for the recent frequent murders, they will all be laid off, especially me."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, frowned deeply, and a serious look that had not been seen for ten years climbed up the corners of his eyes along the wrinkles on his face.

"You know I'm afraid of this. If I can't be a policeman anymore, even the last glimmer of hope will be gone."

Alfred really knew that he understood that Gordon's purpose of sticking to the front line for so many years was not only to save more tragedies, but he never gave up investigating the case of the Wayne couple's murder.

Only the police chiefs on the front line can access the files of the murder case. Although they are under multi-party surveillance, Gordon cannot do so for the time being, but sooner or later he will find an opportunity. Alfred believes he can.

At this moment, Alfred's phone rang. After he received the call, his face changed and he raised his voice.

"What did you say? Someone used my name to investigate the files of the Wayne couple's murder case?!!!"

Gordon hung up the phone immediately and said to Alfred: "I'm afraid I have to go back. Please take good care of Bruce and apologize to him for me."

After that, the sheriff rushed out in a hurry. Alfred took off the towel on his arm and folded it in half, sighing in his heart.

Suddenly he heard some movement in the back garden. He immediately took a step to the side with caution, bent his waist and walked behind the wall next to the window.

He stood at the window on the second floor and looked down, and saw a black shadow rushing into the back garden from the porch.

Is it here so soon?

Alfred's murderous intent, which had not been seen in many years, boiled up again. First, he set up a trap to ruin his reputation, sneaked in to steal intelligence, forced him to collapse, and then seized the exposed weaknesses to kill him with one blow. In this way, they eliminated countless heroes.

He would never succeed again, so Alfred walked downstairs quickly.

He took the gun, strode through the lobby of Wayne Manor, went around the side of the house, and then walked through the porch at the fastest speed. He stood in front of the porch with the gun raised, and shouted at the back of the sycamore tree in the garden.

"Come out! I see you!"

Bang!

A shot went past, making a big hole in the soil in front of the tree. Alfred held the gun steadily and pressed forward step by step, but the black shadow was always hiding behind the tree.

"I can come out, but I hope you won't be surprised."

Alfred was stunned. Putting aside the tone, why did this voice make him feel inexplicably familiar?

"Come out." He emphasized again.

The shadow behind the tree finally moved, accompanied by a slight shake, Alfred's gun followed the position of the head closely, and at the moment when the black shadow came out, Alfred's hand holding the trigger froze.

A young man with black hair and blue eyes, handsome face, and slender figure, roughly speaking, is Bruce Wayne.

"I told you not to be surprised, Alfred, it's nice to see you again, I'm Bruce Wayne."

"How?"

"Huh?"

I asked you, how come you are Bruce Wayne?"

Alfred didn't relax at all, still holding the gun straight and aiming at the head of this strange Bruce. He didn't know how long the other party had prepared to create an identical Wayne.

"You misunderstood, I'm not a clone, nor a super criminal, this is exactly the same Bruce that Alfred knows." Bruce Wayne shrugged and said.

"I come from another universe, and it happens to be very similar to your universe... You know there are other universes, right?"

Alfred narrowed his eyes.