Did Ah Fu retire today? [Comprehensive British and American]

This is ridiculous.

This is ridiculous...

Bruce staggered back a step, couldn't stand still for a while, and fell to a half-kneeling seat.

His butler was lying on the operating table alone, and Bruce couldn't imagine that in his last days, he had no one to accompany him, and he walked the last part of the road lonely and alone.

And where was he at that time?

He's still fucking out there, beating gangsters who don't know and don't matter!

Bruce fell into deep self-denial and disgust.He suddenly discovered that all of this seemed to be related to him, from his parents who loved him, to this decadent city, to his last possession, Ah Fu, every relative and everything he cared about would eventually be lost.

Maybe he's the villain Batman should eliminate most, because he will only bring eternal disaster.

Bruce touched Ah Fu's stiff body carefully, feeling that all this was extremely absurd.

Wouldn't Ah Fu be with him all the time?Why did you leave so suddenly?No disease, no pain, why did he leave?

His throat was a little dry, so he coughed uncontrollably. He coughed so hard that he almost retched and almost suffocated.

He gasped for breath, but his lungs seemed to be broken, oppressed and oppressed.

He wanted to hold the butler's hand, but his hands suddenly lost control, and he could only keep shaking.

He half-kneeled on the ground and looked up at his butler. Ah Fu seemed to be asleep, but his cold body and stopped heartbeat made Bruce no longer able to deceive himself to escape.

He had completely lost his butler.

"But why..." Bruce murmured incredulously, "God, tell me why..."

His heart was crushed, all hopes and beliefs collapsed in an instant, his eye sockets were burned, and tears rolled down uncontrollably, dripping on the back of Ah Fu's hands.

- pat!

Accompanied by the "click" of water droplets, a male voice that Bruce is very familiar with sounded.

"Master?" The prostrate butler struggled to open his eyes, looked blankly at the grief-stricken Bruce, and said slowly, "Are you... crying?"

Bruce: "...?"

Ah Fu blinked his eyes more slowly, thinking about all this.

He was still a little confused.

In order to detoxify the master before, he exhausted his mana, and fell asleep after losing consciousness.When he woke up again, he found that he was placed in a dark closed space, and the surroundings felt like metal, without a trace of light.

But he didn't panic. He just calmly waited for his strength to recover. This process was a bit slow, but it didn't need to be all. As long as he recovered a little, he could tentatively open the metal box.

The time required for this process is very short.After dozens of seconds, or even a few minutes, he was finally able to move his hind limbs against one side of the metal box, and then kicked hard...

With a crisp "click", the metal box was kicked away abruptly, and he regained his sight.

It cannot be said to be bright, because it is night after all.But he finally figured out his situation at the moment.

The metal box was not an ordinary box, but the glove box of the car. He slowly climbed out of the glove box, looked around, and then made sure that he was in the sports car that Dick drove away, and the sports car was now parked The entrance to the Batcave War Room.

Inside the car were the three of Dick in a coma, while outside the car was Bruce who was lying beside his replica of the butler, with his head hanging down for an unknown amount of time.

Ah Fu knew what his copy would look like without conscious control. It would be as stiff and cold as a corpse, and there was no way to explain it when it was discovered.

He didn't know how long Bruce had been there, how much he'd seen, if he thought he was dead.Ah Fu didn't dare to think about it at all, and immediately transferred his main consciousness to the clone. It was also at this time that he suddenly realized that his Bruce was crying?

Why is the master crying?

His old man hasn't cried since he was eight years old.

As if the tragic death of his parents had drained his tears, Bruce hasn't cried since then.

He didn't cry when his ribs were broken by the explosion, he didn't cry when his spine was broken and nearly disabled, and he didn't cry when the old Wayne house was burned. Why is he crying now?

Just because... he might die?

But birth, old age, sickness and death, isn't it the normality that human beings should get used to?He is at least over 70 years old to the outside world, how long can he really stay with Bruce?

Ah Fu was a little at a loss. He wanted to help Bruce dry his tears, but because the existing mana was too meager, he could move his body even when he was in the form of a bat. It takes a lot of effort to blink.

He simply couldn't complete such a complicated action as wiping his tears.This made him a little anxious and very distressed.

Bruce didn't want to know how his butler was feeling right now.He suddenly let go of Ah Fu's hand, supported the console and stood up again.

"You're still alive," Bruce said firmly.

"Of course I'm alive." Ah Fu tentatively said, "How long have you been here?"

Bruce didn't answer the butler's question, but just said, "You weren't breathing just now."

His voice was still a little hoarse and tense, and it was obvious that his emotions had not completely stabilized.

Ah Fu paused for a moment, trying to make himself look more sincere: "Maybe I have entered a deep sleep?"

He advanced a ridiculous reasoning.

And it did make Bruce laugh.

He sneered, the wrinkles between his eyebrows increased instead of decreasing, and he looked at his butler suspiciously.

Ah Fu had no choice but to continue to make up: "Maybe it's some other geriatric disease, you know, I'm already over 70 years old, and nothing surprising happens."

"Yes." Bruce took a deep look at Ah Fu, "Including sudden loss of breath, cold body, stiff limbs, which frightened his master, and then returned to normal more suddenly after a few minutes, with a little bit of sequelae nothing."

Ah Fu corrected embarrassingly: "Actually, there are still some sequelae."

"Oh?" Bruce raised an eyebrow at him.

Ah Fu said with difficulty: "I can't move my body."

Bruce didn't care to sulk with his housekeeper, and became nervous again: "What's going on?"

"Hmm..." Of course Ah Fu couldn't tell the truth, so he could only say with a guilty conscience, "Maybe it's...sleep numb?"

Bruce pressed his lips together tightly, refusing to speak another word to his lying butler.

He took half a step back with great momentum, turned and left the war preparation room.

Ah Fu couldn't turn his head, so he could only maintain a prostrate posture and asked, "Where are you going?"

No one answered.

Ah Fu anxiously increased the volume: "Master?"

The sound of footsteps drifted away.

"Bruce?"

Bruce sighed heavily, he stopped, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll go to the car and take Dick and the others into the mansion."

What can he do, poor Bruce thinks silently, even if he knows that Fu is cheating him and hiding him, he can't really be angry with Fu.

Just as everyone understands that their parents would never hurt themselves, Bruce understands that his afro will never betray him.Even though his desire for control was clamoring in dissatisfaction, he still forcibly endured it and did not continue to question.

After all, anyone can see that even though Ah Fu is still loyal to him, he still keeps his mouth shut about tonight's situation. Even if he continues to ask, even if it affects the trust and relationship between them, he still can't ask anything.

It wasn't too bad, though, and Bruce had something else to rely on.

His entire Batcave is within the scope of monitoring, and when he solves the immediate troubles and calls up the monitoring, many secrets will be hidden.

Poor Bruce didn't know at this time that the surveillance he had set up had been destroyed by Ah Fu, and no information could be queried at all.

He won't know that his housekeeper is not only like a relative, but also his real relative.He also doesn't know that the scene before his consciousness disappears is not a hallucination, and Ah Fu is the giant bat that detoxifies him.What's more, he didn't know that the reason why his bat transmitter was so easy to use and never made a mistake was because there was a bat with a head that was always helping him to command.

Bruce left the war room without knowing anything, carried the three of Dick into the elevator, and placed them in the guest room of the mansion.

At this time, the war preparation room once again became Ah Fu's world alone.

He breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his main consciousness. The black bat in the glove box opened its eyes again. At the same time, the copy of the butler lying on the operating table became a stiff and cold empty shell again.

He moved his paws and made a grasping gesture, and the duplicate body suddenly became light and transparent, and then "bang", scattered into spots of light, gradually spiraled up, and disappeared into the huge bat cave.

He waded quietly in the glove box for a long time, and the mana he had accumulated was finally able to support him to move normally. Then he enlarged and elongated his body, and once again presented himself as a housekeeper.

He opened the door and got out of the car, and it was about half an hour after Bruce left.

Ah Fu left the Batcave worriedly and walked back to the manor mansion. As soon as he reached the second floor, he bumped into the female doctor who was rushing out.

According to Bruce, the amazing doctor who had pursued him for more than ten years.

"Doctor Tompkins?" Ah Fu was not uncomfortable, and even greeted him friendly, "Are you here?"

Leslie only looked up at him, then looked away indifferently, and quickly walked downstairs.

Bruce leaned out half of the body from the guest room door, and took the time to explain: "Leslie has been here a long time ago, and she has helped Police Officer Gavin treat the wound."

Ah Fu looked suspiciously at his master, with deep doubts in his eyes.

Is this what Tompkins is after?

Compared with the previous "cramping of the corners of the eyes" and "nonsense speech", now it is pure ignorance, right?

He suddenly felt that if Tompkins' pursuit gradually escalated in this way, then it seemed that it was nothing to be surprised that he had been kept in the dark for more than ten years.

The author has something to say:

The seeds of doubt have been planted, but there is still some time before the horse is lost. After all, normal people would not think that the housekeeper who has been with him for decades will be a bat duck who can only create clones_(:з)∠ )_