Hope refused to leave, and in the end it took Lucian half an hour to coax him.

In fact, the child had a hunch in his heart that Lucien would be in danger if he was left alone. But what exactly these dangers are, Hope himself can't say. However, his limited vocabulary struggled to express his concern for Lucian, so the child could only desperately hope that Lucien would leave with him.

"This is a castle, not a home," Hope was a little anxious, "The place where Lucian and Dad are is Hope's home." We can go find another castle! ”

The child had tears in his eyes, but he couldn't hold back his tears. Although he couldn't say why he was crying.

Gaga was reluctant to stand on the shoulders of his little master, so he chose to let Peter bear his weight: "Mr. Lucien has his own things to do, and Gaga accompanies Young Master Hope!" The raven fluttered its wings, and its feathers smeared Peter's face.

Peter spat out the fluff from his mouth, and reluctantly plucked the crow and held it in his arms. He didn't persuade Hope, but just took Hope's hand and comforted his little friend silently.

Hope still stubbornly looked at Lucian.

Lucien looked down and stroked Hope's blonde hair with some relief. The little young master who he had taken care of for so long finally had to leave the protection of his elders and find his own way. This is the path that Hope is bound to take, and although he is reluctant, Hope needs to do it.

Lucian's tone was relaxed: "I think you're right, Master Hope. But it's my duty to stay here, and I have a whole library to manage. What will happen to these books if I leave? There is also Master Hope's favorite "Scare House" in it. ”

"Next time, Lucien will buy Hope a new one!" Hope said. Lucian, who has always been with him, is of course far more important than a favorite storybook.

Lucian touched Hope's head again, and then left a blessed kiss on the child's forehead.

"Hurry up and leave, young master. The next time you come back, the castle will be as clean as new, and your bedroom will always be cleaned comfortably and cleanly. And I'll have blueberry pie and ice cream ready for you. ”

I'm waiting for you to come back, for you to find Mr. Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, to save this dream world and complete the mission of the Endless Family.

Lucian opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. 'Hope' is so weak, Hope is only five years old now.

In the end, Hope could only hold Peter's hand and sobbed to open the castle gates.

Behind the door, the dark passage looked long and terrifying.

Hope suddenly didn't want to go to his dad very much.

He was even a little angry that Dad had left him and Lucian alone here for too long. But Hope felt a little discouraged when he thought about it, because adults always had more important things to do, and they couldn't escape it.

Hope had seen death in the Endless Family as a child, and even if it was a death that was hated by humans, he was busy every day.

Two children held hands and walked through the long passage.

Hope's mood was low, and Peter could still hear the child burping.

The intelligent and mature Spider-Man did not speak.

He understood the sadness of this separation, after all, he had experienced it many times. Just a few days ago, he was still saddened that he might never see Aunt May and Mr. Stark again.

There will always be separations between people, and no one can always accompany another person through the journey of a lifetime. Nothing is set in stone, and even the Avengers will take a different path.

Peter lowered his head, thinking back to the quarrel that had split the Avengers in two. But these contradictions also seem to be less important under that snap of the fingers.

So he just quietly accompanied Hope and did not speak.

Hope didn't really need much comfort from Peter. Because he knows that Lucian has his own reasons for not leaving, he will always come back here one day to rescue Lucian.

Yes, Hope has realized that something terrible seems to have happened to the place where he grew up. The scenery outside the window has become particularly terrifying these days, and the woods where he used to play games with his father as a child seem to have slowly withered.

Verdant woods turn into dead wood with teeth and claws.

It wasn't that he hadn't noticed these phenomena before, but Lucien didn't explain it, and Hope also felt that the almighty father could solve all the problems. But now Hope suddenly realizes that this is not normal, and that there is likely to be a danger in their home that Dad can't solve either. This scared Hope, who had always thought that his dad could handle everything.

But he's always going to figure it out, and Hope thinks he should be older. What Dad can't solve, you can leave it to him.

Lucien said he would be better than his dad in the future. So he'll try.

As for how to try, it is better to start with the lost ruby. Hope was determined to find a way to get his father's stuff back.

John Constantine.

Hope kept the name in his heart.

Although he didn't know exactly where to look for this Mr. Constantine, Hope had decided to beat up the cunning liar and drag his soul out for a few pecks on Quack. Otherwise, throw it at Uncle Lucifer and let the fire of hell punish him severely!

Peter doesn't know that Hope is going to use all the horrors he's seen in "The House of Scare" on Konstantin, and he worries about whether the innocent and kind child will be overly sad.

The long passage finally came to an end, and there seemed to be a bright light flickering on the opposite side.

Peter suddenly remembered a very important question.

"Hope, where does this road lead?" Peter felt that the scenery in front of him seemed a little different from when they left: "Is this the way back to Gotham?" ”

Hope shook his head a little confused and nodded: "I'm looking for Dad." ”

When he left the Land of Dreams, Hope was all about finding Daddy Bruce. He wanted Daddy Bruce to convince Lucian to leave.

But Hope doesn't know where Dad is, he separates from Dad in the morning, and Dad is supposed to be in his own school. So he just had to think about Daddy Bruce in his head.

Peter changed his position, still holding Hope tightly: "Be careful. ”

Hope's kid didn't seem to know where his passage had gone.

It was unsettling, and Peter had a lot of guesses in his mind. The teachings from the Avengers had made Peter engrave caution in his mind.

"No one can hurt Young Master Hope." Quack let out a disdainful voice: "Humans are just too timid. ”

Unfortunately, Peter could not understand the raven.

"Peter is amazing." Hope retorted, "Peter's strength is great! He's a good friend of Hope! ”

Peter's root was a little red: "Of course, Hope. ”

While he was a little embarrassed by Hope's compliment, he was worried about Hope, a simple child.

Quack let out a meaningless cry, as if expressing his disdain. Unfortunately, Hope didn't understand it at all, and Peter didn't understand it at all. The two children held each other's hands tightly and looked cautiously out of the passage.

There is never a quiet time at night in Gotham. It doesn't matter who it is.

Bruce Wayne doesn't know exactly when he first became aware of this - it seems to have started with a gunshot in Crime Alley.

From that day on, he suddenly realized that the world around him was not only peace, flowers and smiles, but also danger—a danger that had long been blocked from the outside world by his parents and had never been seen by him. It's a pity that since the Waynes left this world, the little young master Bruce still has to see the reality of this world with his own eyes.

He rebelled against the world every day.

"Master Bruce, I think maybe you should rest sooner." Alfred's voice came through the headphones, but it didn't affect Batman's direction in the slightest.

"I need to check Arkham again," Bruce rubbed his eyebrows, "It's going to take at least another hour." ”

Alfred sighed as he sat down in front of the bat computer.

"Don't sigh, Ah Fu. Tonight is a rare Christmas Eve," Tim said with a smile as he took his coffee, "Batman just needs to check it again - no fighting, no injuries and no bloodshed, how peaceful!" ”

The penguins honestly stayed at the Iceberg Restaurant and didn't make any trouble. Arkham was also peaceful, and no one tried to pry open the prison doors. The clown honestly locked inside. Although Harley Quinn is nowhere to be found, she is said to have left Gotham with Poison Ivy.

The Red Hoods have also been quiet lately, and Jason hasn't sneaked into Batman's base or had a loving exchange with Batman.

There's a little weirdness in the quiet.

The peace of these few days has left Batman almost a little at a loss.

"Isn't it good if no one is making trouble?" Tim's sound of tapping on the keyboard came along with his words: "Batman can be a quiet mascot on the Tower of Wayne." ”

Batman rightfully ignores Red Robin's teasing. As a rule of thumb, silence is often the precursor to a storm.

"Batman is certainly not a mascot." "Batman's discretion makes him the patron saint of the city, so you can only be Red Robin, and I can only be the best Batman," Damian said. ”

"That cloak can only be inherited by me!"

Bruce didn't want to remind his youngest son that he was still in the prime of life, even if he had another twenty years.

But he didn't speak, because as soon as the topic was spoken, a debate would start, starting with his rebellious second son, who had invaded the communication channel, and ending with the violent fourth son, who had slashed people with a knife, and would never stop making a fuss all night.

Batman sighed silently.

Arkham's inmates greeted Batman and his young partner as usual, and Bruce walked down the long hallway looking normal.

There are no issues with security, monitoring is working and everything is running as usual.

Batman takes one last look at the Joker's hospital room.

It was this glance that made him suddenly reach out and touch a batrang, looking ahead vigilantly.

A dark hole suddenly appears in the gate where the clown is being held.

Robin drew his katana and looked ahead with the same wariness.

"TT, magic side." Damian said, "Who is it?" Get out! ”

"There are indeed magic fluctuations." Red Robin looks at the frame in the video.

The clown let out a nervous laugh inside: "Little bat and little bird, you guys have come to see me!" And behold, what a surprise! "He was in the prison cell, and he couldn't see the big hole in the iron door.

Batman ignored the Joker.

Looks like this thing has nothing to do with the clown. Batman made a preliminary judgment, but the area around this was all used to hold the Joker, there were no other rooms around, and the hole didn't seem to be related to anyone else.

Magic side. He knew very well that neither Zatana nor Constantine had ever appeared in Gotham in such a form. So now there's a strange magician coming to Gotham. Who could it be?

This is Arkham.

Under the watchful eye of two pairs of vigilant eyes, and the red Robin hiding behind the surveillance, two children stumbled out of the passage holding hands.

Hope even tripped over it, and if Peter hadn't grabbed him, he would have almost fallen to the ground.

"It's cold, Peter." Hope yawned and rubbed his arms.

Peter also sensed something was wrong. It was summer when they left Gotham, and the weather forecast was talking about dryness and heat, and all of a sudden it was as cold as winter.

Peter thoughtfully took off his coat and draped it over Hope's shoulders, his dirty ragged clothes had been replaced by Lucian. Now, like Hope, he wears a neat little suit.

It's nice to look good, but it's a pity that it's not warm.

"It's okay, just wait until we find your dad." Peter said.

Then he began to have some troubles, who was Hope's father? If he finds Hope's dad, how will he introduce himself to him?

He had decided to help Hope find the precious ruby, an action that meant him to stay with him. But will Hope, the richest dad in Gotham, allow his children to befriend a little street kid from Naho Island? Peter wasn't so sure.

"Thank you, Peter." The child obediently thanked him.

Then, turning his head, he saw a tall figure in front of him.

Hope's eyes lit up, and his voice was crisp: "Dad! ”

Damian silently withdrew his katana and grabbed the small cannonball that rushed towards him.