Bruce froze for a moment.

At this moment, he had a new understanding of the game, or at least he thought of himself, had the game reached such a point of madness in order to increase the difficulty? Can they just pinch out a little girl?

Bruce took a step back, looking at the little girl in front of him with a vivid expression, and couldn't believe that she was a virtual character created by the organizers.

After hesitating for a moment, he still stepped forward, knelt on one knee, looked into the little girl's eyes and asked, "What do you call me?" ”

The little girl looked a little confused, but quickly showed a sudden expression and said, "You're the other father." ”

Bruce was stunned again, and it took two or three seconds to react, he touched the little girl's head and said, "You are the daughter of Bruce Wayne from other universes?" ”

The little girl nodded vigorously.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Elizabeth Martha Wayne, you can call me Aisha." The little girl seemed to be very skillful in her recital.

Hearing Martha's name, Bruce's hand paused slightly, he touched the little girl's head again, and exclaimed, "Aisha? ”

Aisha nodded vigorously and smiled brightly.

It's good that she doesn't laugh, but Bruce is startled by a smile, and the fangs add a bit of horror and weirdness to such a cute little girl.

"Your teeth ......"

"Well, dentist...... Well...... Correction. This paragraph is obviously not very proficient, and Aisha stumbles and remembers two words.

Bruce turned into a squatting position, glanced back at the room, took out the money in his pocket and counted it, sighed and said, "Well, no matter which Bruce Wayne your dad is, it seems that I have to take care of you, otherwise the judge will convict me of abandonment based on your looks alone." ”

Bruce stood up, took Aisha's hand, and said to her, "I'm afraid this place is new to you, too, so we'll have to get used to it together." ”

Bruce turned his head to find that Aisha just turned her head and stared straight at Bruce's face, Bruce reached out and touched his cheek and said, "What's wrong?" Do I have something on my face? ”

Aisha shook her head.

As the two walked into the elevator, Aisha asked, "Where are we going?" ”

"Go eat." Bruce tugged at his jacket and said, "But our money and clothes don't allow us to go to any fancy restaurants, you probably haven't eaten fast food, right?" ”

"I've eaten, my mom has taken me to all the fast food restaurants in Gotham." Aisha still struggled to speak, but only slowly, and the use of words and the logic of expression were completely in line with her age.

Bruce immediately showed an expression of interest, and he asked, "Who is your mother?" ”

"I won't tell you." Aisha turned her head to the other side and stopped talking.

After that, no matter what Bruce asked, Aisha didn't speak, and soon the elevator reached the ground floor, and just as he was about to go out, a white lady with a key came out of the small door next to the mailbox.

She pointed to Bruce's mailbox, and when Bruce walked over, he found that the mailbox representing his apartment was stuffed with bills.

Bruce covered his forehead and stood for a moment, he felt that if nothing else, he must have had an accident.

But he can't have an accident, if it's just him, he can't pay the rent, the bill is in arrears, at most he goes to sleep on the street, anyway, when he fights crime on the street, he doesn't sleep on the street.

But he couldn't take such a young girl to sleep on the street, and the universe obviously couldn't find her mother, and there was no way to give the child to another party to raise.

Bruce sighed deeply, then sensed Aisha's gaze again, he turned to look at Aisha and said, "Looks like I'm going to have to get a job after dinner, let's go." ”

With that, he took Aisha's hand and walked out of the door of the apartment building's lobby.

When the harsh sunlight shone on his face, Bruce felt like a world away.

Before entering the fighting game, Bruce had just suffered a small setback on his way to fight criminals, and he broke into a banquet to make a big fuss, but he got nothing but a single injury.

There is no clue to the murderer of his parents, there is no justice that can be served, he firmly believes that life has fallen to the bottom, but he does not expect that he has just begun to fall.

And after entering the game of Doujie, Bruce discovered a very amazing thing, that is, everyone had unrealistic expectations of him.

It's simply amazing, even mysterious, why does everyone look at themselves as if they can immediately pull out a piece of equipment that comes in handy, or even has the ability to turn the tide, and solve all difficulties?

Are you the king of the wishing fountain?

And if they don't, they look disappointed, and Bruce is sure he's right, and while they're hiding it well, they're disappointed.

But what are they disappointed about?

Then Bruce gradually learns that he is probably the weakest of all the Batman in the universe.

The other selves were so strong that even Bruce couldn't understand how the other selves had created so many impossible miracles.

And what makes him even more sad is that even if the other selves are already so strong, no one can avoid the tragedy, and no one can undo the tragedy.

At the end of the old version of the Dou Realm, Bruce was very excited about the technologies displayed in the mall, because he knew that he was lacking these things, so after returning to his own universe, he had been preparing for it.

Sure enough, one day, an owl landed in the attic of Wayne Manor and sent an invitation to the new version of the Doujie closed beta, and Bruce signed his name almost without thinking.

But now it seems that the closed beta version is probably for other Batmans, as for himself? It's better to wash and sleep as soon as possible.

Going downstairs to the garage, Bruce found the used Ford, which stood out among the shiny new cars.

Bruce could imagine how many apartment residents would get when the broken car was parked here, and they would surely wonder how someone who drove such a car could afford to live in a house here.

Bruce didn't even look at his bills, knowing that the bills from an apartment in this location would cost him the last shred of hope of staying here.

But the good news is that Aisha's appearance means that even if he drives such a car, he will not be considered a human trafficker.

Sure enough, the car passed two blocks and was checked four times, and Bruce was asked countless questions, but he wasn't asked if it was your daughter.

The most impolite officer looked at Bruce, at the car, at Aisha, then shook his head and sighed, clearly worried about Aisha's future.

"We'll have to think about moving." Bruce thought to himself, and said what he thought, regardless of whether Aisha understood it or not, he said, "A short bill of arrears won't break us out, but without any skills certification, any job I can find won't be enough to pay the rent in a community like this." ”

"We don't have to live in the city center, we can move a little farther away, where the level of consumption will be lower, and I prefer to find a house in a low-income middle-class community, closer to the supermarket, so that I can save some gas money."

When Bruce turned his head to look at Aisha again, Aisha showed a little puzzled expression, and Bruce put his hand on the steering wheel, sighed, and said, "Your dad has never bothered about bills, has he?" But I've actually had a similar experience, Wayne Group is rich, but that doesn't mean I have a lot of disposable income...... We're here. ”

Bruce pulled the car into the parking space, pushed the door, and then opened her side door for Aisha, who stepped down, and Bruce picked her up and walked into the McDonald's turnstiles.

There are not many people at McDonald's at this time, because it is noon on weekdays, the pressure on white-collar workers in the city center is relatively large, and the meal time is relatively short, the vast majority of people choose to bring their own lunch, some must come out to eat, most of them need to talk about business while eating, and will choose to be in a more upscale restaurant.

Bruce took a menu and laid it out in front of Aisha and said, "Come on, you order first, what do you want to eat?" ”

Aisha looked at the price in dollars, pointed to a children's meal, and then looked at Bruce without speaking.

Bruce glanced at her, didn't say much, and ordered himself a hamburger set.

Their meal was quickly ready, and the two began to eat relatively silently, as Bruce fiddled with his phone, as if to check for the contents of the magical touchscreen cube.

He fiddled for a long time, then frowned, and Aisha asked him, "What's wrong?" ”

"I don't know, but these interfaces suddenly don't show up, wait a minute......"

Bruce flipped out the bill that he had stuffed in his pocket, and after looking through it for a long time, he found that there was a bill in it, showing that he had been in arrears for more than ten days.

Bruce sighed again and put away his phone, by this time Aisha was almost finished.

A waitress walked over and put away the plate for Aisha, winking at Bruce.

Bruce could certainly understand what she was implying that his capital was not just status and money that was popular with the opposite sex, he knew he was handsome.

And now, he's not dressed formally, wearing a hoodless sweatshirt, jacket and jeans, and looks like one of the kind white men who do manual labor.

This type of occupation is more popular with some women, because manual labor means that they are physically fit and much stronger than those who sit in the office.

But Bruce didn't care about that at the moment, he just wiped the crumbs of food from the corners of Aisha's mouth with a tissue.

Fortunately, the waitress only felt a little disappointed, but she still talked to Aisha because she was cute enough, while Bruce was fiddling with his phone and eating the rest of the food.

They finished their meal and left through the turnstiles, and as soon as they walked to their car, they spotted a male officer standing next to his car, and when he saw him approaching, he said, "Hey, man, you should know it's not allowed to park, right?" ”

"I don't know, I'm from out of town, spare me, officer." Bruce stepped forward and said.

The officer waved his hand, and just as he was about to write a ticket, he saw Aisha walking out from behind Bruce, and after a pause in his hand, he said, "This should be your day, not a bad one." ”

After saying that, he left, and Bruce drove the car to take Aisha to refuel, and the black guy at the gas station stuffed the bill into his arms, and Bruce finished the bill, already with a confused expression.

"What's going on in this universe?" Bruce looked left and right, lowered his voice and said, "I thought I was at Milan Fashion Week, why did the people here look so good?" ”

Bruce had already discovered that the people he had just met, whether in appearance or figure, could no longer even be said to be above the passing line, but excellent.

The waitress is blonde and blue-eyed, with a bumpy figure, the police officer who issued the ticket looks like Schwarzenegger, and the figure is also a standard inverted triangle, the black guy who works at the gas station has a thin waist and long legs, and his face is also perfectly in line with the black aesthetics, and even the cashier in charge of the checkout in the gas station looks like an archmage with a decisive position in a certain magic kingdom.

But at the same time, Bruce found that the group was a bit weird.