Chapter 220 Peter the Sun Becomes a Lighthouse for Bats

The next day.

Gotham General Hospital.

Bruce woke up faintly.

As soon as he woke up, he felt a splitting headache, and the slightest movement of his back would cause waves of unbearable pain.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, he looked around.

"Are you awake? Bruce."

Hearing a familiar voice, Bruce looked up at the window.

Peter, standing in the bright sunlight, turned around and walked slowly towards him.

"gentlemen?"

"Yes, it's me, Bruce."

"United Engine Platform! And the League of Assassins!"

Bruce immediately thought of the danger Gotham was experiencing and his body wanted to get out of bed.

As a result, the wound was involved, and I gasped in pain.

"Don't move, Bruce. Your spine is seriously injured. If you move it again, it might break directly."

Peter motioned to the other party not to move.

"The crisis has been resolved. The temperature of the nuclear reactor on the Joint Engine Platform has dropped. All members of the League of Assassins have been arrested by the Gotham Police Department."

Peter said to him slowly: "You saved Gotham, Bruce."

"No, it's you, sir."

Bruce smiled bitterly, "It was you who shut down the nuclear reactor, and it was you and John who came to stop Bane at the last moment."

Enduring the physical pain, Bruce apologized to Peter, "Sir, I'm sorry that I concealed Batman's identity from you. I didn't mean to."

"I understand, Bruce, sometimes we all wear a mask and live our lives."

Peter came over and handed him a glass of water.

"The difference is, Bruce, you chose to wear the mask of 'Bruce Wayne'."

Bruce took the water from Peter's hand with mixed emotions, enduring the physical discomfort, "I can't hide anything from you, sir."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Peter asked Bruce, who was drinking water, "Why did Bane just break your back, Bruce?"

"He said that he knew that I was not afraid of death and could not even ask for it, so he wanted to give me a more severe punishment, not only to torture my body, but also to break my spirit. He wanted me to witness with my own eyes, Gotham of destruction and end.”

Bruce's eyes flashed with sadness, "Sir, what did the doctor say? Can I still stand up?"

"The doctor didn't make any judgments, Bruce."

Peter sighed slightly, "As long as you believe, you can stand up."

"I"

Bruce, who had beads of sweat on his forehead because of the pain, grabbed the sheets with his left hand.

"I don't know."

At this time, Bruce had a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Weakness and pain filled his scarred body.

He had never felt the fragility and pain of his flesh and blood body like this before.

"Don't let these setbacks get you down, Bruce."

Peter sat on the chair next to the bed and looked at him deeply, "The Bruce Wayne in my memory will not be knocked down by this kind of setback."

"No sir, maybe I'm not as powerful as you think."

Bruce showed his weakness in front of Peter.

During his time as Batman, he has been showing himself, criminals, and Alfred his determination to never give up and fight crime.

But now that he knew he might never stand up, the despair inside him could no longer be suppressed.

"Sir, Batman is not as powerful as you think."

"Yeah?"

Peter looked into Bruce's eyes, "Bruce, humans are weak."

"You may think that people like Clark and Azu are powerful, just like the sun in the sky, but the sun in the sky emits endless heat, making you want to reach out but dare not look directly."

Peter paused for a moment and said to him: "You know what sailors want to see? What they want to see is not the sun, but a lighthouse."

"An inconspicuous, shabby, weak lighthouse. It is difficult to distinguish, and it may be difficult to see it when the waves are high."

“The lighthouse will always stand, no matter the storm or the waves.”

"Because the sun is too far away, and if you row towards it, you will just stay in place the whole time. But the lighthouse is as far away as you can see, and you can always reach it if you row hard; because the sun is a god-like existence, dazzling It’s distant, brilliant but dazzling, but the lighthouse was built by humans, brick by brick, bit by bit.”

Peter looked at Bruce's eyes and became serious, "Human beings have always acknowledged their weakness, Bruce, we will fall and get lost while taking steps. The most ridiculous thing is, despite this, we are still taking steps toward the goal." forward."

"What was your purpose in becoming Batman in the first place?"

Facing Peter's sudden question, Bruce was stunned for a moment, and then said to him: "I don't want to see any more evil in Gotham."

"Well, look, your intentions are so pure. Batman will fail because success was never your thing. Batman will get hurt because invincibility was never in your genes. Batman will die because eternity was never your thing. Not your goal."

"As it is with humans, so it is with you."

Bruce: ".!"

Listening to Peter's deafening voice, he suddenly felt something stirred in his heart.

Suddenly, an illusion occurred in his mind. The Godfather knew him, but he seemed to know Batman better.

The haze in his heart seemed to be mostly dispelled by the light of the lighthouse.

"gentlemen."

The expression on Bruce's face was solemn but relieved. He looked at Peter and felt that his throat was blocked by something. He wanted to say something but couldn't.

Taking a deep breath, Bruce calmed himself down.

Looking up, he suddenly found a bottle of blue reagent in Peter's hand.

"What is this? Sir."

"Compound No. 5 is a magical medicine that does not exist in this world. Inject it into your body and your back injury will be completely healed so that you can stand up again."

Peter told him about the power of Compound No. 5.

"but."

His conversation suddenly changed, "This kind of thing is not perfect. It will also give you special abilities and make you a superpower."

What Peter handed Bruce was no ordinary compound five.

In the world of black robes, he used rubies to control the spirit of "Uncle Fried Chicken", the head of Walter Company, and obtained the more advanced No. 5 compound in Walter Company.

Compared with ordinary compound No. 5, this reagent completely eliminates the side effects caused by ordinary people when used.

"You mean"

Bruce looked at the No. 5 compound in his hand in shock, "Sir, its side effect is superpowers?"

"Hmm, the granting of superpowers will make you a powerful hero, but sometimes it is also a curse."

Peter asked Bruce, who was in a sluggish state: "What would you choose? Bruce, are you willing to use it?"

"Should I continue to use my weak human body and try to stand up again and again, or should I drink it and become a superhero and stand up?"

"I"

Listening to Peter's words, Bruce stared at the No. 5 compound in his hand and was speechless.

"Think about it, Bruce."

Peter stood up, patted the other party's shoulder, and left the ward.

Of course he knew what Bruce would choose.

The reason why Compound No. 5 was handed over to the other party was just to help Bruce strengthen his heart.

Of course, if the car overturns, then you must have met a fake Batman.

The next day.

In Wayne Manor, Peter took Azu, Star-Lord and others to say goodbye to Alfred.

Now that the crisis in Gotham has been lifted, Bruce is recuperating in the hospital, and the teachers at Smallville School are also urging Azu and others to return to school.

"I'll be visiting Bruce often."

Peter shook hands with Alfred, "If you need any help, please contact me, Mr. Alfred."

Although Alfred was in a bad mood because of Bruce, he still managed to gather his energy and said to Peter: "I will, sir, thank you, thank you for everything you did to Bruce."

"You're welcome, I have never regarded Bruce as an outsider."

When Peter and the butler finished their greetings and were about to leave, the other party patted his head and made an apology expression, "Sorry, I forgot something important."

As he spoke, he quickly walked to the living room and handed Peter a box wrapped in exquisite wooden material.

"The young master asked me to leave this to you. He said: He chose a weak but brave human being, and you gave him the courage to continue fighting."

Peter took the box from the other man's hand and opened it gently.

The blue compound No. 5 was revealed.

With a click, Peter closed the box.

"I can't give him the courage he always has."

Peter said to Alfred.

As the car sped through the streets of Gotham, Loki asked Peter curiously: "Dad, how did you know that Batman is Bruce?"

"You forget that I have super vision."

Peter frowned and asked Loki, "What did you and John do in the asylum?"

He now begins to question the cause of the Arkham Asylum riot.

Is it just poor prison management?

Or did the people from the League of Assassins do it deliberately to draw the attention of themselves and Bruce?

Or is it because of Azu and Loki?

"Nothing dad, we were just talking to the psychiatrist and then there was a riot in the prison and you ended up in the prison."

Loki said he didn't cause any trouble this time.

"Yeah?"

"certainly."

Loki quickly changed the subject and asked Peter: "Dad, can Bruce still stand up?"

"He will."

"But he seemed to be seriously injured."

Loki expressed great doubts about this, "Maybe you can use the World Tree to build him the most special wheelchair."

Peter: Go back and wait for my "Seven Wolves"!

Thank you "Achilles" for the reward, and thank you readers for your support.

The last chapter is too late, everyone should go to bed early!