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Alfred gently placed the brewed tea on the table, and Dick, who was sitting opposite, picked up one of the cups of tea, took a sip lightly, and praised: "Ah Fu's tea-making skills will not regress for many years." ”

Alfred smiled slightly, "I'm glad for your compliment, Master Richard." But something tells me, you didn't come back to have a cup of tea. ”

Dick put down his teacup and his expression instantly became serious.

"Yes. I'm here today because I need to tell you something. He hesitated, "Listen, Afu...... I don't know if this news will comfort you, and I'm not even sure if this should be good news or bad news. But anyway, I feel like you're the one who has the most power to know. ”

Alfred's eyebrows twitched, as if he had guessed what Dick was going to say next, but he remained silent and remained expressionless.

"That's right...... Dick took two deep breaths, carefully gauging Alfred's face for a rare change in expression, "Bruce...... Not as we thought. Well, he's not dead, I've seen him when the Syndicate came and Gotham was in chaos, but I haven't been sure, I didn't confirm it myself until the other day, and he is still alive, but he doesn't recognize me and doesn't remember ...... at all."

Dick's mouth was like a machine gun with the trigger shut, and he suddenly stopped.

"Wait," he said, frowning, "you...... Got it? ”

Alfred didn't speak, and likewise didn't show any expression, quietly picked up his cup of tea and took a sip.

"You got it...... But didn't tell us!? Dick was surprised.

Alfred said lightly, "At the beginning, at the moment before the cave collapsed, Mr. Green desperately cut the rope that Lord Bruce tied to him and jumped back into the ground. Then he carried the old man all the way to the bat cave for three kilometers, and left the old man in the bedroom of the manor. ”

"So...... Roy also always knew? Dick was a little annoyed, "How can you ...... Keeping it a secret from us for such an important matter? ”

"I asked him not to tell anyone, and I thought you were the most understanding of all of them about what I was doing, Master Richard." Alfred said firmly, "You were the first to join, and you've seen what a master without Robin was like before. If you want me to say, Batman is just an eight-year-old boy's wound that hasn't healed for decades. And now, his old and new wounds have been healed by the Dionysian factor that evaporated in the cave explosion, which is a God-given opportunity, a redemption, and the scar called 'Batman' has finally healed. This is my long-cherished wish, and I can no longer allow anyone to uncover my master's old wounds and force him to put on his cloak again. Batman is dead, so be it, he doesn't owe the city anything, and there's no reason for him to keep fighting. ”

Dick opened his mouth, as if choked, and didn't speak for a long time.

"Just do me a favor, Master Richard." Alfred said seriously, "For so many years, I have rarely asked you for anything. Just this time, let it pass, let Master Bruce go, and let him live a normal life. Batman is dead, and he's given everything he has for the city, so let him rest in peace. ”

Dick bowed his head gloomily, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I see." ”

"Thank you."

An oil refinery in Gotham, in a warehouse, at half past four in the morning.

The police killer who was arrogant and abnormal last night can't be proud anymore at the moment. His cloak was hung like a rag from the glass and steel on the ceiling of the warehouse, and his armor was shattered and short-circuited in many places, and the people who wore it were even worse. A pool of disgusting blood mixed with filth spread to the ground, blood soaking through his black cloak.

Roy stood here as a winged knight, with Director Gordon beside him.

"So, you know him?" Gordon asked.

Roy said: "To be exact, it was the bat computer that knew him, and the scan in my helmet found a match." Clyde Anderson, who seems to have had a not-so-pleasant memory with Batman...... He had been arrested for theft, premeditated injury, and attempted murder, and Batman broke his leg. ”

"So what does his assault on the police have to do with Batman?" Gordon explained, "Batman is dead, and he can't make him crawl out of the coffin in anger when he attacks the police like this." ”

"No, that's the weird part. Andrei never blamed the police for being in prison, and after he was sent in, he began to blame the police who imprisoned him. He was busy in prison every day, but he wasn't necessarily wise. He repeated the steps of writing letters and complaining again and again, and wasted his days on useless and trivial lawsuits. Eventually, his lawyer finally managed to get him a reduced sentence. ”

According to his driving files, Andre was able to be free because of the projects he had always worked outside of prison. A local philanthropist offered an entry-level job and a second chance, Al Dee Cardwell. ”

At this point, Roy paused, then continued, "I'm going to start with this place. ”

"Wait, what Mr. Cardwell is doing is just giving a parole offender a new chance, and you don't think he has anything to do with it, do you?" Gordon asked.

Roy said: "We can't rule out this possibility, but we can't explain where his equipment came from for the time being. ”

"But you don't need me to remind you that it was the new equipment that Mr. Cardwell sponsored for us that saved the lives of our officers, right? If he arranged the assault on the police, why did he help us again? ”

"I don't know." Roy said, "But believe me, Director Gordon, I've seen a lot more bizarre things. ”

Gotham Central Park, on a bench.

Bruce doesn't know why, but he often suffers from insomnia late at night, and he suspects that it has something to do with some of his previous bad habits. Sometimes it is really difficult to close his eyes when he is trapped by an inexplicable nightmare, so he will come to this park, this bench, and think quietly.

Rumor has it that right below this park is buried the greatest legend and the most terrifying nightmare that the city has ever seen.

But none of this has anything to do with him now.

He had just come here to enjoy the silence brought by the dim street lamps, the flying moths and the majestic caress of the reeds.

Unexpectedly, footsteps sounded from behind him.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here for a while?"

Despite the surprise that someone would be here at this point, Bruce shifted his position: "Of course, I'm just thinking about things...... I vaguely remember that I had an accident around here. ”

"Haha, that's funny......" the man sat down next to him and grinned, "...... Me too. ”

The moth flew by, and in the dim orange light of the bench, Bruce felt that the man's face was almost uncharacteristically pale. (To be continued.) )