The Adventures of American Comics' Big Monster and Black Widow

While Natasha tried her best to maintain the red light barrier, Bruce, who was originally dealing with the frozen claws of the Owl Maze, received a call.

"Brother, it seems you have found two good helpers."

This voice was very familiar to Bruce. One day ago, he went to the hospital to visit this man, Lincoln March, Gotham City's next mayoral candidate.

"Lincoln March, who are you?" Bruce frowned slightly, "I don't have a brother."

It was quiet over there, and Bruce could hear Lincoln March's sarcastic laugh.

"Ah"

"Bruce, my brother, do you seriously have no memory of anything? Our mother, Martha, had an accident while I was still in her belly. Do you remember that I was born prematurely and suffered physical injuries?" , my parents hid me here after that.”

"Brother" Lincoln March on the other side was a little excited, "You should know where this is, after all you were there at the time."

Lincoln March's words reminded Bruce of his childhood, of his mother's accident when the whole family was threatened by the mayor, and of Green Willow Cottage.

Green Willow Cottage was once a children's welfare home, specializing in helping children with mental illness and neurological disorders. It ceased operations twenty-three years ago.

The trigger for the shutdown of Qingliu Cottage was the sewage that swallowed up the entire orphanage.

Only a few days after the disaster occurred, people discovered that the children there had been abused, helpless, naked, and died in dirty houses and starved to death.

And even earlier, his mother Martha

Bruce stopped what he was doing and contacted Alfred to arrange for him to deal with the maze's claws. Now he needs to go to the former Green Willow Cottage, which is now a cesspool in Kane County and the only cesspool in Gotham City.

At this time, the Green Willow House was very dilapidated, and Bruce pushed open the door that was stained with sewage below and covered with spider webs above.

"Snapped"

The door opened.

Then, "Zhi Zhi"

A group of mice heard the noise and scattered.

"I am here."

Just as Bruce walked into the hallway, Lincoln March's voice sounded.

Hearing the sound, Bruce looked in the direction of the sound source. Lincoln March at the other end of the corridor had already put on a white and gray claw uniform.

"Bruce, when you come here, do you remember everything?"

Lincoln March pressed the trap controller in his hand while speaking. Unexpectedly, Bruce was covered by a net.

"Uh huh"

With a groan, Bruce was thrown to the ground.

"Bruce," Lincoln March approached, "do you remember everything?"

Bruce took out a batarang with his backhand. He didn't mind at all when Lincoln March saw his movements. He began to cut the net covering his body and said at the same time: "Of course, but you"

"It's just a paper man created out of thin air by the Court of Owls, trying to intervene in Gotham's politics as Lincoln March," Bruce shouted coldly, "And now you are just a traitor to the Court of Owls."

Bruce kept cutting the trap net. The net was strong, but it would eventually be cut.

"No, my brother, you are wrong." Seeing that Bruce was about to break through the trap net, Lincoln March put on his helmet calmly. He was going to have a brotherly blood duel with Bruce. That trap The net was just to allow Bruce to calmly listen to what he had to say.

"My identity was not fabricated by the Court of Owls, but I am your brother, Thomas Wayne II."

"The accident caused me to be born prematurely and my body was injured. My parents had to let me stay here."

"I thought, I thought you were going to take me home and leave me here just to let me recover, but you didn't. My brother, Bruce, you never came to see me; and my father, Thomas, who No, to him, my existence is a shame to the Wayne family."

"You, choose to forget me"

"Only our mother, Martha, poor Martha, she would come to see me, and I still remember the heart-shaped brooch she wore. But poor Martha, our mother, died with Thomas. In a crime alley, killed by an unknown robber's gun."

"But, my brother, you survived. The nameless robber didn't point his gun at you."

"why"

Lincoln March finished speaking, and Bruce also used the batarang to cut through the trap net.

Looking at Lincoln March, who had put on his helmet and had yellowish eyes, Bruce told himself over and over again that the other person's identity was just a fabrication.

His own brother, the real Thomas Wayne II, he has seen it, he has seen it, he has seen it

"Why did you survive, Bruce why" Lincoln March is questioning.

Bruce pulled off the remaining net hanging on his body and dropped it to the ground, not answering the other party's question because he didn't know the answer either.

"My brother, silence can't solve the problem, and of course talking can't solve it either." Lincoln March slowly approached Bruce.

"Now, my brother, let us solve the problem, for our long-dead mother and for this city."

"Wayne versus Wayne."

"Brother to brother."

"Owl versus bat."

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In Bruce's eyes, the person in front of him was a madman trapped in the Court of Owls and his own lies, unable to get out of the role-playing game.

"You're not my brother." Bruce swung his fist and hit Lincoln March's helmet in the face with a bang. "You're just a lunatic in an Owl uniform."

Lincoln March was forced to take a step back.

"Very good, brother, now it's my turn." After saying that, a pair of steel claws protruded from the armor covering Lincoln March.

In the next moment, Lincoln March rushed towards Bruce who was punching him, and let Bruce punch him in the face again. He hugged Bruce with one hand and swung a steel claw with the other hand to insert into Bruce's waist.

Feeling that Lincoln March's steel claw was approaching, Bruce raised his hand and fired the Batclaw Hook Gun. With a bang, the rope took him upwards, and at the same time interrupted Lincoln March's attack.

Landing on the window sill above, Bruce immediately fired two batarangs.

"Clang, clang"

Lincoln March below crossed his claws and knocked down the batarang easily. He looked at Bruce above: "Is this all you have? Brother, I still think you are pretending to be a good person."

Suddenly, Lincoln March found that his vision was blurred, and Bruce had released a smoke bomb at some point.

Lincoln March, whose vision was blurred, was just about to adjust the combat mode of his armor. Unexpectedly, Bruce's fist had already arrived. With a bang, Bruce's fist hit him on the chin from bottom to top.

"boom"

Lincoln March flew backwards and hit the wall on the side of the corridor. The old wall broke with an explosion, causing Lincoln March to fall into a pool of sewage together with the broken wall pieces.

Bruce walked to the edge of the corridor and looked at Lincoln March coldly: "I told you, you are not my brother. Besides, I have already pretended to be a good person."