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As soon as the war on Earth had stopped, the Apocalypse Star teleported out of the solar system with the roar of another interstellar burst channel, and the strange blood color of the sky finally disappeared, leaving only the smoke that filled the sky before it had time to disperse.

Although the time of sunrise had long passed, the sun's rays could hardly penetrate the layers of thick black smoke, and only a faint white light was transmitted. But this little glimmer of light is like a morning light of hope, shining on this old Gothic manor as if to rekindle the seeds of vitality. The dreary Wayne Manor began to wake up slowly, blinking tired sleepy eyes, and the whole world was covered with a veil of green smoke in the hazy sleepy eyes.

Thomas Wayne stood in front of the old manor with his crisp suit and straight back. He put on the best handmade leather shoes he could buy, and wore a dark red and generous floral silk tie, and this calm old man, who had been the head of the manor, was as nervous as a young man who was about to go on a blind date when he returned to his former home.

Today is a special day, and the gates of the manor seem to be open for him. The seaweed-colored door roared, and Alfred was wearing the black dress that seemed to be unchanged for eternity, which seemed to be almost the same as Thomas's impression, but there was already white hair behind the bald head.

Time is like a knife, whether it is dead or alive, it cannot escape the mark it leaves, proving the changes of the times.

"Sir......" Alfred said softly, "...... Welcome back. ”

"Ah, thank you, Pennyworth."

Thomas tried to keep his voice calm, but it wasn't easy, and he could hear the tremors of his vocal cords.

Alfred led him through the door, and the two of them walked through the welcoming passage, their luxurious leather shoes making a rhythmic crunch on the wooden floor. Passing through the living room, Thomas caught a glimpse of the furnishings being as different from his dusty memory, almost every piece of furniture still in its original place. The fireplace still burns brightly, and the leather sofas and plush carpets are meticulously cared for by the butlers. On the wall hangs a photo of Thomas and Martha with their youngest son Bruce, which seems to be the only photo of the family of three, which was framed by Bruce and placed in all corners of the old house.

Thomas's heart moved.

He had imagined countless times what it would be like if his son had survived the Crime Alley shooting, if he had inherited Wayne Manor. Will that ruffian boy who skipped classes every day in elementary school and always have a sunny face transform this cursed eerie manor into a party world? Or is it a place where the playboys wake up every morning and change to a female companion? Whenever he fantasized like this, Thomas couldn't help but laugh, and at the same time, he felt a sourness. He doesn't expect his child to become what kind of person he becomes, even if it is a noble son who spends money and lives a corrupt life, he just hopes that his son can live.

And now, his child is really alive. But unlike anything he had imagined, nothing had changed in the estate. Bruce kept every brick and tile here as he remembered when his parents were alive as he was a child, and it was also a projection of his mind.

The reality is that Bruce didn't become a playboy and didn't get the extravagant and jovial life that Thomas imagined. He took on the heaviest shackles in the world and became a lonely fighter. Thomas didn't know if he should be relieved, and no one understood what it meant to be Batman better than him.

Alfred pushed open the door of the restaurant, bowed, and said, "Lord Wayne, they are all waiting for you." ”

The whole family is here. Bruce is on one end of the table, flanked by Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian.

This position is reserved for Thomas.

"When the people are here, then I'll reintroduce it." "This is Thomas Wayne, as you know, my father. ”

Even though they seemed to have heard about it a long time ago, the four Robins all looked at each other with a new look. Bruce's dad...... Feeling weird......

Bruce smiled and rolled his gaze: "Damian? ”

Damian kept looking the old man who had just come in tentatively, and the moment Bruce spoke, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, folded his hands around his chest, pouted slightly, and said vaguely: "Master...... Grandpa is so ......."

Thomas was taken aback: "This kid is ......"

Due to the danger of world destruction that broke out just after meeting his son, Thomas never even had the time to learn about Bruce's life. It was only now that he finally had the opportunity to meet Damien for the first time.

"Let me introduce you, Dad." Bruce smiled and said, "Damian Wayne, my son. ”

After a pause, he added, "Actually, Dad...... Those who are here today are your children. ”

For a moment, Thomas was relieved, as if he had untied the last knot in his heart.

It turns out that Bruce is not so lonely in life.

It turns out that although he is different from ordinary people, he also has a home of his own.

In the evening, Gotham Pier.

The city is being rebuilt, and the invasion of the demons is also causing a lot of damage here. But at the same time, people are also taking the opportunity to improve on the original city and create a different part of the city.

A dark facility is hidden beneath the docks. If you look at it on the water, it occupies half a street, with a sci-fi advanced shape, and the shell looks like a submarine diving underwater and waiting for standby.

Inside the building, the Night Raiders were gathering in a hall lit by powerful fluorescent lamps, taking a curious look at the new building.

"Thanks to the support of the Wayne Foundation, we have this stronghold." Roy said to the crowd, "But that's what everyone won, and I've seen your battle with the Apocalypse Goddess, and it's impressive. I believe that many more people around the world have seen it, and you have inspired many more people to try to survive in the midst of war. ”

"It's still not as powerful as the boss." Bart said, "I heard you singled out the Apocalypse Darkseid?" Is he scary? Have you grown horns? ”

Roy smiled slightly: "Actually, I had a helper at the time. ”

Barbara whispered worriedly, "You...... You okay? ”

It's impossible not to worry, after all, Roy confronted Darkseid head-on, and fused with something unknown like the mother box. No one knows what kind of effect this god-like power will have on the human body......

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"By the way, there's one more thing." Barbara said, "When the power of famine strikes...... A blue light dispelled its effects, and I thought maybe it was ......"

She didn't finish, but Roy understood what she was referring to, and frowned for a long time.

"It could be him, maybe he's still watching this place somewhere." "But if that's the case, he must have his own reasons, and if necessary, he'll show up at the most opportune time." And now ......"

After Roy finished speaking, he turned to everyone and said aloud: "From now on, this is the base of our night raiders, and in case of emergency, I or the oracle will contact you, just come to this place and meet." But now, we've just finished a fight, a beautiful win, so ......"

He smiled.

"Let's enjoy the victory first." (To be continued.) )