Three days later, at Wayne Manor, Cowen and the others, who had been thrown over from the main universe, were also standing in the meadow large enough to race cars, and the DC black technology chariot that he named Settron, a gift from Batman, was parked next to it. Everything has been settled, there is no point in them staying here, although many people have been sacrificed in this unjust war, but in exchange for a new era, it is enough for people to fight for it.

It's just that compared to Ke Wen, who has always had a big heart, the other three little guys who came over were a little reluctant to the people of this world, this journey to the unjust universe, Ke Wen didn't let these little guys go, in his opinion, no matter how powerful these little guys are, it's not that there is no one on their side, so they have to be let go. However, for these little guys, this journey to the injustice universe is not without any gains.

After seeing the story of the Batman of his own universe, that is, his father, the bear child Damian, he also understood how great his father was, and also saw how much damage he did to Batman after he backstabbed Batman in the unjust universe. This kind of thing makes Damian more aware of how bad his previous personality was, and he understands this, leaning on the car, looking at Bruce Wayne who has now taken off his suit, not to mention how happy he is, at least the father of this universe has already had the life he once dreamed of, and the father of his own universe still needs to work his own.

And little Jonathan was there hugging and crying with Bizarro, a big boy and a little boy, crying like two fools. The merger of the timeline has not been erased by Bizzaro, and Lex Luthor, who has also been resurrected, seems to have forgotten that he still has a Bizarro who is raised by Bruce outside and is busy running around the world. As one of the smartest people on the planet and the world's largest technology company, every step he takes next can affect the layout of the Federation.

On the contrary, it was Helena, who became the pet of the entire bat family, who was sitting there obediently at this time, looking at the bat girl Barbara Gordon who also took off her suit, and Batwoman Kane Kate stuffed Helena with a bunch of gadgets like a trick. Although both of them are bat families, because they are women, they will always suffer a little bit against some enemies with relatively large physique, so they also have their own set of gadgets, which are specially used for the kind of guy with great strength, thick blood and high defense, Obviously, they have seen that little Jonathan has an ignorant little emotion towards Helena, and naturally they don't want this cute little guy to suffer, and they can't wait to teach it.

Just glanced at little Jonathan, who was hugging and crying with Bizarro, Helena was a little skeptical about whether she would use these gadgets, after all, little Jonathan's performance was too stupid, and if she was tricked by others, she had nothing to say.

The time of separation has come, leaning on the car and looking at the time, Ke Wen also said to Damian, who was still cool on the side: "Are you sure you really can't go over to say goodbye?" Although you are not your true father, you should give a blessing when you see a father in another universe get the life you want. ”

"You have to take care of it!" Curwen replied, but Damian still walked honestly to Bruce, who was standing with Alfred, and Bruce, who was watching the little guys say goodbye to everyone here, was also stunned.

Looking at Damian's eyes looking at him, he couldn't help but think of the past, when his lover, Talia, appeared in front of him with Damian, Damian looked at himself like this. It's just that now, only one of his four sons remained, and he left Gotham, and the remaining three died in front of him, some because of their own mistakes, and some made mistakes, but in the end, they all used their lives to interpret their honor as the son of Batman.

"This sentence, I tell you for the self of this universe, thank you, for giving me life, father, take care of yourself." With a somewhat awkward remark, Damian turned his head and prepared to get into the car.

"You too, son, I'm proud to have a son like you, and I think I, in your universe, as both Batman and a father, would say that." Bruce's gentle voice came from behind, causing Damian to pause in his steps, and after a long pause, he continued to walk forward.

In the Settron, Helena and little Jonathan, who had already said goodbye, sat in the back seat, and Damian became the last one and sat in the passenger seat.

"Looks like you've said goodbye to the past, do you need to play some music to regulate your mood?" Looking at Damian's red eyes, Kewen teased.

"If you want to take care of it, get out of here, God knows how long it's been over there." Damian said unhappily.

"It's hard to say, the speed of time between the universe and the universe is not the same, five years have passed here, maybe on our side, only five hours, five days, or even five months have passed."

Answering Damian's words, Kewen also began to debug the equipment on the Setlong, although he is a science and engineering idiot, but Bruce also took this into account when designing this, and did not install all kinds of bells and whistles on it, in short, the function of each button is marked, which is used to collect the cosmic information contained in his body, which is used to position, and the rest is to step on the accelerator and be done.

As for the destruction, Cowen remembers a wordless disdain from Bruce when he asked the question. It is estimated that in his opinion, this thing he designed can be so casually destroyed and hacked by others? If there really is, then you don't need to repair it, because people can easily dismantle even the technology chariot that combines the three parties, then I don't think you are much better.

This wordless contempt made Curwen stop asking such idiotic questions, and as the panel inside the vehicle lit up, the reaction module located at the back of the vehicle that was responsible for storing the speed force began to light up, and golden lightning began to cover the entire vehicle, turning the entire Sytron into a golden glow.

"Alright, little ones, fasten your seatbelts, and we're ready to go." After reminding these little guys, Ke Wen was ready to start the chariot.

"We just left, don't we need to leave anything behind?" Damian asked suddenly.

"We've left enough stories behind, and now on this earth, everyone is starting to pay attention to where I, a passing Kamen Rider, came from." Beginning to get acquainted with the performance on the tank, Kewen also said there.

"Then you left like this, I thought you would come out and make an appearance and show off your existence." Damian quipped.

"Don't worry, this kind of thing will be done, world peace doesn't need heroes, heroes will only appear when people call for justice, okay, I'm going to drive." Ke Wen said mysteriously, and then prepared to start.

"Let me drive," Damian suggested with some trepidation as he watched as Curvina drove the vehicle as he first got the official figurine, swearing that he really didn't want to drive the Batmobile this time.

"No way!"

"I can drive!"

"No way!"

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the Zetron chariot with the blessing of divine speed power turned into a golden light in front of the eyes of everyone in the Injustice Universe and disappeared in front of everyone in the Injustice Universe. Looking at a golden light in the air that has not yet escaped, everyone is speechless, this goodbye came too quickly, the chariot that uses the speed of the god to shuttle through the universe makes people not even have the opportunity to look at the tail lights, and just disappears in front of everyone, if there is no accident, they will not have a goodbye day, only when they are old, they will miss the friends from another world when they are fighting for the new world.

Bruce returned to his room, just like Curvin and Injustice Superman said, his identity as Batman was dead, and even if someone put on this suit again, it would be the one who inherited the spirit of Batman, not himself. He only hopes that the next successor will not appear so early, so that at least his third son, that is, the third generation of Robin who returned from the Phantom Zone, Tim Drake, the young Titan leader, also known as the Wonder Boy, can have a life that belongs to him, instead of carrying the Batman suit and continuing to fight, that kind of life is too early for him and not suitable.

Sitting on the couch, Bruce began to think about what he should do with the rest of his life, whether he should propose to Catwoman or go to the League of Assassins and tell his other love, Talia, about their son, Damian. Just as he was bothering about these two options, he noticed a letter on his desk. When I walked over, I saw that the letter said something like this: I guess you should be worried about what to do next, so you need to find a friend to talk to, just right, here's a friend you can talk to, go talk to him.

At the end of the words, there was a coordinate and a thumbs up, and a photo placed under the letterhead, looking at the farmhouse in the photo, and the big and small ones playing rugby there, Bruce's hands were shaking, tears were rolling in his eyes, and after becoming Bruce, his emotions didn't need to be as suppressed as before. The letter and the photograph in his hand fell to the ground from trembling, and Bruce quickly picked it up, then opened the door and shouted to his old butler.

"Alfred!"

"I'm here, Lord Wayne." The old butler appeared at the top of the stairs and said to Bruce.

"Is our private jet still on the other side of the airport?"

"It depends on which private jet you need to use, whether it's social interaction or going to someone."

"The private jet used by Bruce Wayne."

"So, it can take off at any time, I'm in charge of piloting, do you need to call Lucius now and ask him to inform the airport that the current is temporarily restricted, and give priority to letting you take off?"

"Of course, by the way, Alfred, if you're going to meet a good friend, you need to prepare something, I mean, a really good friend."

"A partner who has been with you all your life, dressed in a well-dressed outfit, and let your friends know that you are doing well."

"Thank you, Alfred."

"It doesn't have to be that way, Lord Wayne, you've said too many words of thanks since you became Bruce, but these things are a matter of course for me. Do you need me to inform Miss Selena and ask her to wait for you down there? Alfred, a little unaccustomed to Bruce's thanks, asked.

"Well, let Selena wait for me for a while, it's time for me to give her an answer, besides, Alfred, parents take it for granted how much they do to their children, but children must be grateful for everything their parents have done for themselves, because people have to learn to be grateful."

Looking at the gray-haired Alfred, Bruce said the same, then closed the door and began to prepare his dress. Alfred, who was a little stunned by Bruce's words just now, came back to his senses and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"It's really grown up, my child." With that, Alfred walked downstairs, he now had to make a phone call and get a nice dress for Selena.

In the room, Bruce looked out the window, still holding the letter and the photo in his hand, and whispered, "You've done a lot in the past month, bastard." ”

After some careful preparation, Bruce wore the clothes Selena picked out for him, and went to the store together to buy a gift, and when everything was ready, it was almost evening, and at this time, Bruce took Selena and Alfred to Gotham Airport, drove the black technology Wayne Enterprise private jet, left Gotham, and went to the place where the coordinates were. A small piece of news spread on Gotham News, and on the streets of Gotham, a young man with long hair and an overcoat watched the news broadcast on the TV in the store, and just smiled lightly and continued to walk into the crowd.

Soon, he heard the news from the emergency night news that the killer crocodile and the criminals who had fled from Star City had snatched a cash truck and were running wildly on the highway in an attempt to escape the police. Hearing this, the young man frowned, "You two guys just don't stop for a moment, right?" Muttering, the young man walked to the purple locomotive parked on the side of the road, there were some jagged patterns on it, which looked dazzling, and he stepped on, and the engine car went towards the location of the news broadcast.

Late at night in Gotham, Gotham, which has rarely been calm for a while, once again ushered in a fast and furious stage staged by the police and superpowered criminals, the killer crocodile and the brick wall driving the cash truck were smiling proudly, looking at the police car that was getting closer and closer behind, and couldn't help but curse secretly.

"Damn, are these guys so conscientious today! At this time, we are still in hot pursuit! ”

"Times are different, killer crocodiles, they are now the people's umbrella in the true sense, but so what, Batman is dead, no matter how powerful they are, can they still deal with us?" Brick Wall said proudly.

"That's right, times are different, those bastards who follow the rules have begun to whitewash themselves, but Batman is dead, this is our world, next time we call the mud-faced man, we will have a big ticket!" The killer crocodile was also laughing wildly, catching up with how they could still deal with themselves and the brick wall.

Just when the two of them were proud, a purple locomotive rushed out of the green belt, the jagged pattern of the front of the locomotive extended, turning into a pair of collision angles, with the power brought by the locomotive directly hit the side of the cash car, the strong power directly overturned the roof of the cash car, and the whole car rolled off the green belt, completely losing its ability to drive.

"Damn, which bastard!" Killer crocodiles and brick walls broke the car doors, the windshield came out, and their strong physique made them undamaged in this roll, but a little dizzy.

Finally relieved, I saw a figure walking from the slope, the dim light made it impossible to see his true face, but the brick wall and the killer crocodile knew that it was this guy who attacked him. In a fit of rage, he grabbed a piece of glass at random and threw it at the guy, the sharp glass slashed through the air with a scream, but the young man easily caught it and threw it aside at will.

"Bastard, what are you!" The brick wall roared.

The figure stopped, the coat draped on his body fell, he held a belt with a handle in his right hand, which was fastened around his waist, and he also held a purple bottle in his left hand, and said slowly: "Who am I?" An atonementer, a man who walks in the shadows, if you really want to give me a name, then, a passing Kamen Rider, transform! ”

Anyway, let's be honest about the bottle insertion, honestly shouting, honestly pressing that handle.

【CROCODILE！ Tear! Engulf! Smash the scattered! CROCODILE IN ROGUE！ 】

The purple mechanical cylinder rises, wrapping the figure, and the liquid is poured in, and the rising crocodile jagged with jagged teeth, and the liquid poured into it formed a pair of armor on its body, with purple as the main body, white as the pattern, and black as the embellishment hue.

"I'm Kamen Rider Rogue, killer crocodile, brick wall, let's die for peace!" Pointing to the ugly Killer Crocodile and the brick wall, Kamen Rider Rouge, who was the embodiment of this figure, uttered his judgment declaration and rushed towards them.

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