The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

"Things like outings... Anyway, you have to protect yourself. You don't understand how cruel this world is. What's scary in this world is not the ghosts, but the human heart..."

Bruce shook his head: "You are still a child. I shouldn't have said so much to you. You can't understand the darkness of this society."

Of course Klein understands the darkness of this world.

When he is bored, he will also put on a DIY 'Rorschach mask', wear a gray-yellow windbreaker, and stroll around the corners of Gotham.

The kindness of this world is extremely limited, but the malice of this world has no lower limit.

Klein is a man of contradictions. He would smile and pass cigarettes to the prisoners in Arkham, but he would also cut off children into pieces when he saw them killing them.

"Brother...I'm going to be 15 years old soon, and I'm a member of the Hellfire Club."

"Hey, the top management of that club are all mutants. Those Nazis have a good way of doing business. You can spend money, but you must not have too much contact with them."

"Don't have too much contact? Why?"

Bruce put his hands in his hands and looked at Klein: "As far as I know, the military and the top management of Berry Country have always been wary of them, and have been secretly arresting and killing many low-level mutants."

"Isn't the Hellfire Club having a great time?"

"We have said that low-level mutants are being hunted. Those high-level mutants are very capable and rely on many forces behind them. Many forces also rely on them. Until the last step, they are safe."

Bruce paused for a few seconds, and then continued: "Since 1979, the military has had several leadership changes, but without exception, their attitude is highly unified, that is, they hate mutants. I heard a congressman say... It seems that recently Launch some activities against mutants.”

Klein naturally understood Bruce's intentions, which were all for his own good.

I want to be careful at all times, not to be tricked, not to fall into dangerous situations.

After all, in Bruce's eyes, Klein is the perfect younger brother.

Unlike other dandy boys who are proficient in everything from eating, drinking and gambling, Klein only has one shortcoming that cannot be counted as a shortcoming, and that is astringency.

And that's exactly what Bruce expected of him.

He wished that his cousin would get married and have children as soon as possible. Even if he didn't get married and have children, even if he was messing around outside, it would be good to have a few more illegitimate children.

Bruce fell into a hallucination. There seemed to be many children playing and chasing each other in the deserted Wayne Manor.

"One day I will use my bearded chin to shave the faces of these nieces and nephews and tickle them! Hahaha..."

Unconsciously, Bruce actually laughed out loud.

It was also rare for Ah Fu to see the eldest young master smile so sincerely.

"Master Klein, compared to those strip parties, or the parties of inferior werewolves and vampires, I still hope that one day I can see you holding the hand of the girl you love and walking into Wayne Manor together."

Ah Fu said sincerely.

"I hope so too," Klein said with a smile.

Compared to Bruce, Afu was a little less harsh on Klein.

Since Klein was born, there have been many disasters.

His parents died in a bizarre car accident during the family's last business war.

He survived the fire caused by the car accident, and his body has been marked by flames ever since.

Until he was hit by a meteorite later, and the huge mountain fire also intensified the burning marks on his body.

Klein seems to have a connection with fire.

In Klein's memory, the only time Bruce yelled at him was because he almost got into the fireplace.

"Hey... I'll postpone the outing for two days. You should go to school early after dinner, spend more time with your classmates, and learn to be tolerant and generous."

"I know!" Klein ate the food on the plate in one gulp and swallowed the milk.

"Bye, cousin!" Klein waved.

Bruce looked at his nervous cousin and smiled happily.

"Be safe!" Bruce shouted.

He watched Klein go downstairs, and until Klein disappeared from sight, Bruce hurriedly stood up, moved to the window, and stared at the path leading out of the door.

A few minutes later, Klein was wearing his school uniform, followed by Ah Fu.

The two walked slowly to the old Ford car at the door.

Bruce stared at Klein, afraid of missing a second.

None of the criminals in Gotham would have thought that Batman, with his deep voice and cruel methods, would have such a face in private.

Afraid of being noticed by Klein, Bruce leaned against the window, exposing one eye and staring at Klein at the bottom of the building.

It wasn't until the car disappeared from sight that Bruce gradually came back to his senses.

"Hey...this guy is gone, and the castle has become deserted again..."

..........

That afternoon.

Inside Wayne Hospital, New York.

In the luxurious VIP ward, Gwen woke up.

"Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock!!"

The dripping of the medicine in the infusion tube should have been a soft sound that could not be noticed, but at this moment it was as harsh as thunder.

Gwen opened her eyes, and everything she saw was white.

Complex and precise instruments ticked.

In the nurse's duty booth about 20 meters outside the corridor, the reminder bell rang, and they quickly trotted over with their medical equipment.

"Hiss...My head hurts!"

Gwen rubbed her temples, and after calming down, she realized that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

"What's going on with the noise just now? And...why do I think the nurse's booth will make a buzzer sound? Am I hallucinating?"

She is just an ordinary girl in the third grade of junior high school.

How could you have such exaggerated conjectures in your mind?

"Squeak...snap!"

The doorknob was turned.

At this moment, Gwen felt that time around her slowed down a little, and the lock core structure inside the handle made a snapping sound.

The sound was extremely loud, as loud as if you held a wheel-axle engine to your ear.

"Are you awake?! Thank God! Notify Master Klein immediately!"

"How long...have I been unconscious?" Gwen asked.

"15 hours, 7 minutes and 32 seconds." The young female doctor looked at her watch and said accurately.

Next to the young female doctor stood a tall male doctor with curly hair and an impatient look.

"I just sat there for more than three hours and got 30 yuan. It's a good deal." After saying that, the horse-faced and curly-haired doctor left the ward.

Several nurses in the room smiled awkwardly, and the female doctor tried to smooth things over: "He is the world's top surgeon. Your disease does not match his. However, due to the forced recruitment of Wayne Group, he and several doctors in different fields have been recruited." Request to be on standby in the duty room."

The remaining doctors smiled and greeted Gwen.

After the female doctor completed the examination, these doctors also left the ward.

"I really don't understand. Instead of just looking for a surgeon and a neurologist, the boss of Wayne Group actually hired a cosmetic surgeon..." a nurse muttered.

"Shh!" Another nurse who was standing at the other end of the room packing things elbowed her, "I heard that this is the daughter of a certain boss of the Wayne Group."

"Why are you shushing? Our voices are so low, can she still hear us?"

Not surprisingly, Gwen heard it.

Not only did she hear everything in the house, she also heard the fluttering wings of butterflies outside the window.

"Buzz!" Gwen's mind suddenly went blank, her whole body felt like she was being electrocuted, and she jumped out of bed unconsciously.

A nurse beside her suddenly slipped and the box of surgical instruments in her hand was thrown over.

Klein happened to enter through the door and witnessed this amazing scene.