(a week ago...... ）

Wayne Manor.

Just by the name, you know that this is the property of the Wayne family.

Situated in the northwest corner of Gotham City, with manicured lawns, gorgeous Gothic architecture, and a huge courtyard that takes a 5-minute drive from the front door to the main hall, this is one of the most luxurious properties in all of Gotham, luxurious enough to be open to the public to visit, and then charge an entrance fee.

Of course, the Wayne family doesn't need to earn that much money for tickets...... Therefore, Wayne Manor is never open to the public, and there are only a few servants here, an elderly butler, and a standard rich second generation who spends all day drinking.

At this moment, in an inconspicuous cave on the inside of the manor, the rich second generation was lying quietly on a medical bed, covered with shocking wounds, and a needle was penetrating the rough skin on his shoulder, and the silk thread connected to the needle cut through the flesh, and then tightened and closed with the wound on the other side.

Being for Bruce. Wayne was stitched together by an emaciated, visibly old man named Alfred Pennyworth, who was the steward of the estate.

65 years old, hair is a little thin, very tall, but not very strong, wearing the same black uniform all the year round, very inconspicuous, but as every person who ranks among the upper class, as long as you see this old man, you can almost confirm that he is the most professional, the most reliable person, it is conceivable that as long as Wayne is in this manor, then, this old man will appear by Wayne's side whenever he needs him, whether it is in the morning, handing over a cup of strong tea......

Or when the flesh and blood were blown up, save his life.

After another wound was stitched up, Alfred skilfully cut the threads and began to deal with the massive burns, some of which were dripped on gauze and pressed against the bloody abdomen.

"Forehead ......"

The pain spurred Wayne's nerves, and he snorted, then slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm glad you're awake, Master Wayne." Alfred whispered, but there was not a single pause in his hand: "So, do you need some anesthesia now, you still have a lot of injuries on your body." ”

Wayne shook his drowsy head, and he looked down at his body, which was bandaged like a mummy.

"How long have I been asleep?" He asked.

"It's just one day, so you're lucky not to miss the mayor's dinner tomorrow." Alfred responded, "And even more fortunately, you managed to survive with more than 40 wounds and 7 severe burns, and as far as I know, if a cow was half badly injured by you, it would never survive 10 minutes." ”

Bruce. Wayne looked at his old butler quietly, he was still polite, funny, and gentle, but between the lines, he could hear his hidden anger and worry, and even in the dim cave, he could see Alfred's bloodshot eyes.

"When are you going to get a good night's sleep?" Wayne asked.

"When I know you're safe." Alfred replied, wrapping the gauze around Wayne's waist.

There was silence......

"I'm sorry, I've been lying to you, I've been dressing like this every night to go out looking for those criminals, I can't help it...... But I didn't make a move, I just called the police...... But today, today is something special. Wayne bowed his head.

Alfred smiled: "I know, Young Master Wayne, there is nothing in this manor that I don't know. ”

"yes...... You'll know for sure, it's like you have superpowers. Wayne said lightly, like a kid who had done something wrong...... He stretched out his hands and looked at the bruises covered on them, he trembled and buried his face between his palms: "I'm sorry..... I killed someone...... Yes, no, up. ”

Wayne's voice trembled, and he knew that he ...... After all, that step was taken.

"So, how do you feel?" Alfred asked lightly.

"Excitement, pleasure, and ......pain," Wayne said, his voice gradually, as if it had changed tone, "I can feel those emotions, I can't turn back, I know these ...... In fact, I was looking for another person right now, and I wanted to ...... Kill one more, if it weren't for you by my side, I think I'd have rushed out by now, ah- I...... I ......"

As he spoke, his voice gradually accelerated, and finally he was a little incoherent, and the pain in his eyes gradually turned to excitement.

Alfred quietly watched Bruce, who seemed to be gradually transforming. Wayne.

"No...... You didn't kill anyone. He said suddenly.

"What...... What the? Wayne was stunned, he looked at his old butler blankly, his eyes were full of madness, but he finally retained a little clarity.

"Young master, you didn't kill anyone." Alfred still said lightly: "Before you woke up, I had already called up some surveillance systems around Wayne Building, and then I found this. ”

As he spoke, he handed Wayne a tablet.

Wayne took it tremblingly, and the screen was playing some monitors.

In the corridor, a person was running rapidly, and then the person crashed open the door to the rooftop, and then the picture turned, only to see a person frantically pinching a woman's neck, and then a gunshot rang out, the man in black was hit, overturned to the ground, and the person who fired the gun rushed over, carried the woman, disappeared on the top floor of the building, and then, an explosion, the picture also came to an abrupt end.

Wayne stared blankly at this picture, and the madness in his eyes gradually converged.

"I ...... I didn't kill anyone? ”

"Yes, you didn't, at the last minute, you were shot, and someone saved the lady, but since I still have to treat your wounds, ...... I didn't look into the identities of those people, and I hope you don't mind. Alfred still spoke in the same unhurried tone.

Wayne's heavy breath gradually subsided, and he held the tablet, watched the surveillance footage again, and then again, and finally ,,,,,,

"Thank you......" he said.

"You just thanked you." Alfred responded: "But you can't always thank me, young master, you are still very young, and you can't lie in front of me every day in such a body for the long life to come...... So, can you really suppress that desire in your heart? ”

Wayne was silent, he didn't know how to answer the question.

"You can't." Alfred answered for him.

"Yes, I can't, I live in pain every day that I suppress myself, and I don't know how long I can last." Wayne lowered his head and said bitterly.

"Well, pain, hard pain." Fred said, but suddenly, he changed his words: "It's interesting to say, you know that in the metropolis on the other side of the river, there are some people who can fly, who are invulnerable, or powerful, right, they call themselves superheroes, I actually think that you are like them, a little bit different is that they only experience a short period of mutation pain, and they can have a power beyond ordinary people, and the pain you have to go through is long, from your own pain that lasts for a lifetime...... So I think you might be able to join them as well, so that you have an outlet to vent, or you're going to drive yourself crazy. ”

"I've thought about it, in fact I've always wanted to..... But I'm not like them, I can't control myself. ”

"Of course you can't control it, so, I guess you can set a bottom line for yourself."

"The bottom line?"

"Yes, there is always a final bottom line between liberation and suffering, and as long as you don't cross it, then you are still righteous, like those who fly all over the sky in red cloaks, so that you will not be seen as a terrible person, you will not be a madman...... It's a hero. ”

"But...... What's that bottom line? ”

"You...... No! Yes! Kill! Person! Alfred said word for word.

Wayne had never seen his housekeeper so serious, however, with these words, a cold feeling gradually sprouted in his heart, which made him suppress the heat that was almost collapsed, and quietly dissipated.

Wayne, just like that, fell silently, deep in thought.

After a long time, he finally figured out something, and then looked at his butler again, and the gaze that had not changed since he was 8 years old seemed to finally loosen, and seemed to be relieved, and revealed incomparable perseverance.

"Thank you...... You saved me, not just my life. ”

"It's the third time, please don't thank me again, I'm your butler." Alfred smiled and said, "Moreover, this method is not what I thought of, but you. ”

"Me?" Wayne was stunned.

"Yes, you inspired me, and that symbol you drew on your clothes reminded me of those heroic signs, actually...... You can also get a logo, I think the one on your dress is pretty good. Alfred said.

Wayne was even more confused, he had never drawn anything on his clothes.

So, with difficulty, he turned his body to another angle, and then looked at his night clothes.

Immediately afterward, he was surprised to find that on the chest of the night walker, with blood, a strange pattern was drawn, like a bat with its wings spread.

......

......

This conversation in a cave, no one will ever know.

What everyone knows is that three days later, in Gotham City, a strange person appeared.

Some say he's a black mutant with huge wings, while others say he's just a psychopath wearing a cloak and flying around the roof. In fact...... Very few people have actually seen him. At first, people were afraid of this guy, after all, he only seemed to appear at night, and his appearance was really a bit infiltrating, but, over time, people also knew what he was doing.

He saved a woman who had been robbed and kicked the robber's thigh by the way.

He gave birth to a baby in the fire, and then disappeared into the night.

In the harbor on the riverbank, he seized an arms deal and hoisted all the prisoners upside down on the dock.

He also beat a perverted tail offender to the point that his nose and face were swollen, tied up naked, and threw him at the gate of the police station.

Well, this man is an unlicensed vigilante who abuses the death penalty, and to put it more bluntly, he is actually a criminal. This kind of person will be hated by 90% of the people, in addition to criminals, there are also police, mayors, people, etc., after all, no one wants to have such a masked psychopath wandering around every night, although he is indeed righteous and courageous, but he is too heavy.

Of course, in addition to disgust and abuse, there will also be people who shout thank you loudly in the direction of his disappearance at night.

Most of these people are children with heroic dreams.

And those who have just been rescued and are in distress.

And gradually, this weirdo in black also has his own title......

Batman.