The night of the world in Gotham is colder, there is no more sweltering heat of the current world of summer, but like the Gotham of the past, the cold rain fell from beginning to end of the night, the whole city was like a pencil drawing soaked in water, and the outline of the city was eroded in the dampness.

Suspended high in the air, the spire of the Rodriguez Academy is guarded by a mass of damp mist, and when the windows open at midnight, the ethereal waves of clouds rush in like a school of fish.

The window of the bedroom was blown open by the wind, and wisps of mist poured in one after another, like Sensen's ghost hands, and the droplets of mist condensed on the glass were like eyes that kept opening and closing.

The endless white mist revealed a warm golden light like the first rays of light at dawn, the dense clouds continued to disperse, the sky behind the clouds was a little purple, the white clouds were gradually dyed black, arranged into strange and complex patterns, and when you opened your eyes and looked again, the clouds formed a pair of huge blue eyes.

"Ahh

A figure sat up from the bed, let out a scream, and then gasped violently.

Little Bruce clung to the railing next to the bed with one hand, and touched his forehead with the other, which was covered in cold sweat.

"That's ...... What? ”

Little Bruce muttered to himself in some confusion, but suddenly there was a knock on the door of his room, so he had to kick the quilt around him, get out of bed and open the door.

"Are you alright? I just heard a scream. Barry, who was holding the candlestick, stood in the dark crack of the door and looked at Bruce with concern, but as soon as he saw Bruce's face, he opened his mouth in surprise and sighed: "God, your face is as white as a piece of paper, what is wrong with you?" Do you need to go to the hospital? ”

Bruce Jr. took a deep breath to calm down, let go of the grip on the doorknob, and said, "I'm fine, come in." ”

Barry seemed a little incredulous that Bruce had let himself into his room so easily, and Bruce turned around and walked back as he said, "Do you have to be able to hear the whole grade in the hallway?" It's two o'clock in the morning. ”

Barry looked at Bruce's back, he could see clearly in the candlelight, the back of Bruce's cotton pajamas was soaked in a large lump, and it looked like a cold sweat from night terrors.

"Are you having nightmares?" Barry squeezed in through the crack in the door, then slammed it shut, took off his slippers by the door, and stepped barefoot on the soft carpet.

The dormitories at Rodriguez College are all single rooms, because reading and studying knowledge requires a completely quiet environment, but even if it is a magically expanded spire, the interior of the space is not endless, so the students' single dormitories and the dean's office are loft structures with two floors.

However, unlike the structure of a traditional two-storey apartment, the bed in the single bedroom is placed downstairs, and the upper floor is a bookshelf embedded in the wall, a desk and chair for reading and studying.

Each single room has a large floor-to-ceiling window from the first floor to the second floor, and there is a small sitting area composed of two single sofas and a coffee table by the window on the first floor, which is very suitable for inviting students to read and drink afternoon tea together.

Bruce and Barry sat down face to face in front of the window, Bruce took out two packs of snacks from the low cabinet next to him and poured them on the fruit bowl, Barry felt a little surprised, he didn't think Bruce was the kind of person who would share food with him.

As soon as he sat down, little Bruce picked up a pumpkin seed and put it in his mouth and bit it, the expression on his face was shocked, his short black curls were stained with sweat and shimmered in the cold silver of the moonlight through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

"What the hell is going on? Bruce? Barry looked a little anxious, he was the kind of person who hated him and would still feel bad if he was hurt.

"I had a nightmare." Bruce Jr. took a deep breath, probably because his pale face made him look extra fragile and broken, and even his tone softened: "I haven't had nightmares since my parents' funeral ended. ”

"You ......" Barry opened his mouth for a moment, but in the end he could only say one sentence: "Mourning." ”

"I saw a pair of eyes." Little Bruce bit the first pumpkin seed full of tooth marks, but instead of eating it, he threw it aside and picked up a new one.

His tone was much calmer than before, but there was still a slight confusion of uncertainty.

"A pair of blue eyes bluer than the sky, and I saw many clouds, a complex pattern, and, possibly, the light of the Holy Light."

Barry's eyes immediately widened and he gasped, and he stared at little Bruce's face tightly and said, "You saw an angel?!" ”

"No, there were no iconic wings, and he didn't say anything to me, but the moment the clouds cleared, I saw a golden glow spilling down, the signature divine power of heaven."

"How do you know?"

Little Bruce's face showed a hint of irritation again, but perhaps it was shock, fear, and doubt that made him move a little closer to ordinary people, and he did not explode his emotions as before, but explained with rare patience.

"I think anyone with normal intelligence should see that I'm not from this universe at all, I'm Bruce Wayne from another universe, so do you think what led me to come here would be an ordinary event?"

"This ......," Barry took half a minute to recover from his shock at the fact, and then said thoughtfully, "no wonder...... No wonder you and Bruce Wayne look almost identical, even if it's illegitimate children, there should be a little difference. ”

"So Professor Schiller said in class that someone has been in contact with angels in advance, and it has something to do with your coming to this universe, right?"

"Obviously."

"Was that angel who sent you here?"

"I'm not sure." Bruce obviously needs someone to talk to right now, but he doesn't confide in him to express his emotions, but to sort out his logic again in the output language.

He briefly told Barry about his encounter with Konstantin, and then added details of the admissions process.

"When I was sorting through my father's belongings, I saw a huge bat streak through the attic window, and at that time, I felt something appear in my heart, I don't know if it was fear, but it was more like an anchoring euphoria."

"Bats, yes, bats, I've pulled myself out of the world surrounded by fools several times, but not as a carefree bird, as normal people do, but a bat."

"When I saw the bat, a thought struck me, but before I could think about it, the bat turned a corner in mid-air and hit the glass of the attic, and my illusion completely dissipated."

Little Bruce sighed softly and said, "I didn't expect the bat to be so stupid, but when it slipped off the glass, I noticed that it seemed to be holding something on its feet, and by this time Alfred had already picked it up downstairs." ”

"We read the letter of acceptance it came together, and Alfred thought it was very dangerous and we should destroy the letter immediately, but I had seen the magic before, and I thought we should try."

"Alfred drove me to the Gotham River at the agreed location, and all I saw was a golden light, and then I was in the middle of the school."

Barry keenly caught a certain word repeated several times in his words, so he tentatively asked, "Golden light?" ”

"I didn't see it clearly, so I can't be sure if the golden light that took me away was the same as what I saw through the magic circle that day, and in my dream today, but they were all golden."

"I think there's a good chance that the angel you saw sent you here, but the question is why he did it."

Bruce pursed his lips, apparently lost in thought, while Barry muttered thoughtfully, "Remember what Professor Schiller said?" All your talents in magic may be the illusion of angels and demons, so you can understand the runes of divine power in the first place......"

"It means that I was chosen by some angel, but why me?"

Both fell silent, apparently unable to give an answer, and Barry took up a new topic to break the silence, saying, "You said you saw a pair of blue eyes, what kind of blue eyes are they?" ”

"It's hard to describe." Bruce's tone was a little vague, he was silent and thought carefully for a while, and said, "I can't see the details clearly, I just remember that those eyes were very blue." ”

"Are they as blue as your eyes?"

Little Bruce was stunned, he felt as if he had grasped something, but he couldn't grasp the key, he reached out and touched his finger to the side of his eye, and was silent for a long time.

"I'm not going to let him manipulate me." Bruce Jr. took a deep breath and said, "It doesn't matter if he's a devil or an angel, he's a bunch of fools anyway, and any of their plans against me won't succeed." ”

Suddenly, Bruce froze in place, and he jerked back, shaking uncontrollably, and then let out a short "uh".

Barry could see that in less than two seconds of his distraction, sweat soaked through the thick cotton pajamas and even running down his veins, and little Bruce grabbed the armrest of his chair as if he was terrified by something, and kept shaking.

Barry instantly rushed forward to support him, and when little Bruce regained his freedom, his whole body looked like he had just been fished out of the water, Barry anxiously grabbed his arm and asked, "What's wrong?" What do you see? ”

Little Bruce took a few quick breaths and said in a somewhat trembling tone, "...... Demons and angels, beneath their ornate thrones are the bones of humans. ”

Bruce's grip on the armrest grew tighter and tighter, and he trembled as if he was about to pass out, and Barry had to pat him on the back to give him relief, and it took a while for Bruce to squeeze a few words out between his teeth.

"They extract human souls, grind their bones, use their skulls as braziers, and they exploit and torture human beings with impunity."

"And I saw it under the throne that was made of human heads...... My parents. ”

(End of chapter)