It's the same rainy day, the forest of Gotham.

After leaving the farm, the two of them crossed the space directly and walked through the forest.

Shirley was forced to take Fiora's hand, and Fiora's eyes complimented him on his well-behavedness.

The two walked on the muddy road, with fallen leaves and puddles of water playing autumn colors.

"This puddle is too big, let me carry you over."

Fiora was constantly thinking about having more physical contact with Shirley.

Teleporting to the other end of the puddle, Shirley looked down and saw an ant using fallen leaves as a boat, flowing down the muddy water from higher up towards the slightly open plain ahead.

When I looked up, I saw a few black dots chasing each other on the grass.

"Scoundrel! Armed! Whew......"

Several stumbling ropes were thrown, and the fleeing criminal lost control of his feet without reacting at all, and fell to the ground with a cutting pain on his face.

Roaring at the crimes of the simple Gotham shooter, sixteen-year-old Bruce Wayne, with what little strength he had left, smashed his fist into the opponent's face.

The wet weight of the clothes and the low temperature made him feel very bad.

"There is a mistake in the time of this universe."

Fiora could tell it at a glance.

"That's right, the timing was wrong, the shooting of the Waynes should have happened ten years ago, when Bruce Wayne was six years old, and I showed the normal world in this area."

Shirley compares the correct world development with the current reality.

"Someone protected Bruce Wayne's childhood and did everything they could to delay the killing of the Waynes, but fate finally came."

Drifting towards the meadow, the rain slid down the two of them and stood in the air, like unseen ghosts.

There were six figures in total, all exhausted, but only Bruce Wayne gritted his teeth and drove his fist with hatred to slam the criminal's face.

The young man, who was still immature and had not yet put on the bat suit, grabbed each other's collars hysterically and roared.

The adrenaline spurred him, even as the wound on his forearm was bleeding.

Teenager Bruce, who nearly killed a Gotham criminal, soon greeted the prostration.

He collapsed limply in the haystack, the jagged side of the weeds marking his face red.

One of the criminals, who had been chased so far by a little ghost, only felt embarrassed that he had regained some strength, he picked up the gun in his hand and came to Bruce.

Lifting the butt of the gun, he fell hard at Bruce's forehead!

"Bang!" The sound of the sniper rifle in the wind and rain was slightly muddy, and I don't know if it was the cause of the water.

"Ahh The arm exploded like a flower of flesh, and the criminal who wanted to kill Teenage Bruce was incapacitated.

Alfred, Bruce's butler, or rather, an elder character who resembles a father and a teacher.

"I said, Master Wayne, you need to train, more training, your physical fitness is too poor, your fighting skills are not strong enough, and your mastery of firearms is ......"

Alfred said as he mercilessly knocked the criminals down, causing them to fall into a coma.

Teenage Bruce got up from the ground, he was a normal world Bruce, his parents died ten years ago.

At this moment, a whirlpool opened between the two, and another Bruce Wayne, who was wearing a bat armor and taking off his mask, jumped out of the whirlpool with a good look and a smile.

"Hello, Alfred, and, another me."

There is a smile on this face, but the bottom of the eyes is full of vicissitudes.

Shirley recognized the man.

He used to be the one who didn't laugh at the lone bat, the Bruce Wayne of the fallen Kryptonian.

"It's easy to understand that with the encouragement of his parents, he put on the bat suit again and embarked on the road to redemption by relying on technology thousands of years ahead of other parallel universes.

In each parallel universe, saving other selves, even if they can't prevent the Waynes in other parallel universes from being killed, they also want their other selves to have a complete childhood. ”

Shirley looked at the smiling lone bat and apologized to the young Bruce, saying that he was late.

After touching his head, he hugged Alfred tightly, and the keen Alfred recognized this young master from another world at a glance.

"I promise you, I'll change all this, give me some time, and I'll fight for you for ten years!"

After making a promise to Alfred, the lone bat once again stepped into the vortex and disappeared.

This time that Shirley retraced was immediately sped up by him.

I saw the young Bruce and Alfred leave here.

However, soon, time goes against the clock, and the lone bat travels back ten years ago to save the Wayne couple from this world.

So everything turned into what it is now.

"Should I praise him or scold him?"

Shirley was troubled by the humans she had once gifted.

Darkseid is far stronger than the original, but Clark is also stronger than the original.

Only he, Bruce Wayne, didn't have a stronger stool, but he lost ten years of training because he didn't laugh at the rescue of the lone bat.

"Don't talk about Darkseid, Steppenwolf is here, and he can be kicked to death now!"

Shirley gave a review and closed the backtracking time, then looked behind him.

In the existing time, Bruce Wayne, who had just lost his father and was in the center of the media spotlight, ran wild in the forest in despair.

He was terrified of the empty home.

He wanted to leave Gotham, go far away, go to a place where no one knew.

But without everything in the Wayne family, he is just a rich second generation in a suit, and he doesn't have any power.

"Bruce Wayne."

Shirley reminds the other that Bruce Wayne is about to crash into his own wall of human gods.

Bruce Wayne stopped and looked at the two people who were holding hands affectionately in front of him.

He saw the rain slip from the sides of the overly pretty, similar-looking two, and Bruce Wayne, who was obviously out of his mind, didn't hesitate to speak, taking the chaos of reality as the world he wanted to happen.

"Are you angels? Please, take me with me, I want to see my mother and father......"

Bruce pleaded, his voice so hoarse that he could barely make a sound, and he didn't know how long he had been crying.

"Of course, if you fulfill your agreement with me, I will let you meet your parents."

Shirley felt the need to correct the cause and effect of his own cause.

The lone bat who doesn't smile was saved by him, so there will be a thing of the lone bat who doesn't laugh and save Bruce in this world.

"What agreement? I promise you, can I see Mother them in heaven? ”

"No, it's not in heaven but on earth, how about making a contract with me?"

Shirley, who was completely in a playful mindset, asked.

"The world! ...... in the world," Bruce Wayne bowed his head, repeating the word.

"I do!" He looked up, his face hideous, and he meant to pay whatever it takes.

"I have a cross necklace here, it contains a world called Resident Evil, wear it, do your best in that world, train your fighting and survival skills!"