Chapter 2193: Battle of Two Cities! (35)

In the living room of Wayne Manor, when Alfred put the teacup on the table, he tilted his head and glanced at the young man sitting on the sofa.

It was incredible. He looked exactly like Bruce Wayne. Alfred recalled the whole process of his meeting and parting with Thomas Wayne in his mind, but he couldn't find any possibility that he had an illegitimate child.

Martha gave birth to a child, and there was no possibility that one of the twins was lost. How could this Bruce who suddenly appeared look exactly like Master Bruce?

After Alfred sat opposite, he looked at Bruce carefully again. He found that if he observed carefully enough, he could still find some subtle differences.

For example, this Bruce was a little thinner, especially the muscles in the neck and shoulders, which were not as swollen as the Bruce he knew, his eyes were bluer, and most importantly, his expression was more vivid and his temperament was more lively, making him look younger than the Bruce Alfred knew.

Alfred served in the British Navy when he was young. He could tell a person's basic age from his bones. He thought that the Bruce in front of him was exactly the same age as the Bruce sleeping upstairs, and they were at the same stage of growth and development. So the difference in their ages should come from their different temperaments.

Alfred narrowed his eyes. He certainly knew why Bruce Wayne's temperament was gloomy. How could a child who lost his parents at a young age and spent half his life in loneliness and despair be cheerful?

So if this Bruce really came from another universe as he said, why was he so sunny and cheerful?

Bruce took a sip of tea and looked at Alfred with his blue eyes and said, "I was entrusted to solve the troubles in this city. Perhaps you have discovered that a group of lunatics who don't belong here have arrived."

This just hit Alfred's heart. The green-haired lunatic who appeared on the big screen that day gave him a very bad feeling. The crisis intuition of the military for many years made him understand that this was not the end at all, but just the beginning.

Unfortunately, Bruce Wayne was not able to deal with such troubles.

As Bruce's butler, Alfred knew very well that his young master was too ambitious but too incompetent, too angry and too irrational.

A cruel fact is that even if Martha and Thomas were still alive, they could only train Bruce to be a relatively good person at the mass level, that is, an ordinary person who received a standard education from a wealthy family.

Such people can protect the Wayne Group and then devote their energy to the education of the next generation, but if they are expected to go further, this step will be as difficult as a natural chasm.

Alfred knows better than anyone how talent determines the upper limit of a person's social level. A good background gives a high starting point, but mediocrity is like a calm water surface. A fish that cannot swim ahead of the school of fish in the sea tries hard to break through the calm water surface and jump into the air, but the only result is suffocation.

So Alfred doesn't think Bruce Wayne can fight crime as Batman at all. He has always opposed this. Bruce was frustrated several times before, and Alfred thought that this would allow him to see the reality, accept the fact that he is mediocre, and stop making unnecessary delusions.

But after the appearance of this green-haired madman, Alfred knew that even if Bruce wanted to give up, someone would force him into a desperate situation.

This made Alfred feel desperate, because he understood that even if a mediocre person was forced into a desperate situation, he would not be able to stimulate any potential, and those instinctive struggles due to the desire to survive would only prolong the pain of death.

"Do you think you can solve these problems?" Alfred asked tentatively. In fact, he hoped so in his heart, but he didn't have much hope.

It's impossible that Bruce Wayne in another universe happens to be a genius, right?

"I watched the news." Bruce changed the subject while holding his teacup and said, "Now all the news media are broadcasting news that is unfavorable to Bruce Wayne, which is very regrettable."

"But before I make a judgment on this situation, I hope you can promise me one thing."

Alfred rested his forearms on his knees, clasped his palms together and fumbled for a while, looked up at Bruce, and said in silence for a long time: "You tell me."

He thought Bruce wanted a reward, but this was also reasonable. Even if he did nothing, sitting here as a scapegoat had its value. This face that was exactly the same as Bruce Wayne was enough for him to make a very high condition.

"I hope you can treat me as Bruce Wayne and say this to everyone. I am the little Wayne you know, and project everything you said and did to him onto me."

"I don't understand." Alfred shook his head. He didn't know why Bruce asked him to do this. He continued, "Your appearance can convince others more than my words. If I say you are not, no one will believe it."

"I just hope you can help me solve some of the troubles in life." Bruce looked at Alfred with sincere eyes and said, "I may be very busy in the next period of time, and there are many things in life that I can't take care of. Although it sounds childish, I hope I can have some hot meals after I'm done."

Alfred's eyes widened. He had never heard Bruce say this. Whenever he asked Bruce what he wanted to eat, Bruce would answer "I'm busy, Alfred, you decide", or even "Don't do anything, Alfred, I'm not hungry, and I don't have time to eat."

Although Alfred would eventually cook for him, Bruce almost never showed his need for food. It seemed that as long as he completely gave up the enjoyment of material life and made ascetic efforts, he would definitely be rewarded.

From the perspective of an observer, Alfred knew that he couldn't do it. Even he could see that most of Bruce's efforts were useless. He was busy, but he was not busy at all.

In other words, the process of pretending to be busy has exhausted all his time and energy. He is even unable to stop and review the phased results and check the direction of his efforts. It is all he can do to muster the courage to rush forward.

Alfred looked at Bruce in front of him and saw a great confidence in him, as if I can have fun and enjoy life at will, and do what needs to be done, and it must be done quickly and well to satisfy everyone.

Where does he get such confidence?

Alfred soon knew it, because he nodded and said, "If you don't mind, I'll prepare afternoon tea now, sir."

"No, just call me Master." Bruce replied.

Bruce's correction made Alfred frown. This was actually not polite, because Bruce was now the patriarch of the Wayne family. How could he still be called Master?

But he didn't think much about it, stood up and turned to the kitchen. To his surprise, Bruce actually followed him to the high stool in front of the bar in front of the kitchen and sat down, and brought the bucket of finger biscuits over.

He reached out and took a finger biscuit, broke it into pieces and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Then I think you can listen to my opinion on this matter."

"On those news reports?" Alfred said without looking back while checking the refrigerator. He felt that Bruce would not care much about those negative news. He was not depressed and frustrated enough, and he did not seem to be good at self-denial.

"You know this is not the point. Reporters are hyenas who move at the slightest sign of trouble. Their opinions are not unimportant, but it is too easy to reverse the media's direction and manipulate public opinion. This is not the point of dealing with trouble."

Before Alfred had time to mock Bruce's arrogance, he heard Bruce's shocking words.

"I bet that the real Enderkin is not dead. Not only is he alive and well, he must have witnessed all this under the supervision of the Joker."

"I know this guy called Joker too well." Bruce broke off another piece of finger biscuit and sighed, "He will create a very obvious trap and cause you enough harm to make you think that's all."

"When you want to hide back in the nest to lick your wounds, you will find that his greatest malice is not here. His torture of a person is endless, for anyone."

"If Enderkin is really the only ray of light for little Bruce in his difficult years, the Joker would not treat him as a disposable consumable and let him die so easily."

Bruce sneered and said, "He knows how to judge the value of life better than anyone else. He can cruelly and coldly let anyone die, but they must die where they should be."

"This is a kind of arrogance based on madness. If this society is completely disordered in my eyes, then I have the right to re-judge anyone and anything here according to my will."

"And he is also a genius, calm and rational, pursuing perfectionism. righteousness, so in the process of judging, he wants everyone to fall into his trap exactly according to the process he has preset. "

"Being treated as an insignificant consumable to stimulate Batman and dying in public is obviously not the ending that the Joker wants to give to this important person, Underkin, so he must still be alive."

"This is where the Joker's cleverness lies. He wants Underkin to see that the child he once tried to help still doesn't trust him, still blames him, and won't save him even at the critical moment of life and death."

"Did Bruce let go on purpose? This is actually not important. If he is, the Joker will make Underkin feel that if he is really hung, he will die miserably like this consumable. "

"Humans will never be free from the fear of death. The Joker can easily use this fear to guide Underkin, making him think that Bruce deliberately let go of him to avenge him, and that Bruce wants to kill him. If Bruce knows that he is not dead, he will definitely kill him in other ways. Bruce wants to kill him, wants to kill him..."

Alfred stood in the kitchen, and the plate of vegetable leaves in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, breaking into pieces.

He bent down to pick it up instinctively, but felt a hand holding him. When he looked up again, he saw Bruce's concerned expression. Bruce looked at the lettuce that fell on the ground with some regret, shook his head and said.

"The Joker is good at breaking people up like this, and then putting them together as he wants, so that he can go to the position he has designed in the posture he wants."

Bruce looked at Alfred who was close at hand and said, "Fighting with such a madman is destined to be long and difficult. I need your help, Alfred."

Looking at the blue eyes that were close at hand, the sea of ​​emotions in them rushed into the blood flowing in the old and gray heart along with the intersection of the eyes.

At this moment, Alfred felt a dizziness with a heavy head and light feet.