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Bruce is dying.

He lay on the ground, feeling the cold of the Russian winter.

In other words, he could hardly feel the cold anymore.

Because of carelessness, he was approached by offended gangsters.

Although he finally escaped after a fight, he was seriously injured and didn't even have the strength to move.

If this continues, he will not die from his injuries, but will be frozen to death on the streets of Russia by the cold.

Bruce struggled to move his limbs, trying to stand up and hide somewhere warm.

But he was basically unable to move because of his injury.

Is it really going to end here?

Did he get such a result when he came out to practice?

He was not reconciled.

He was not reconciled.

Suddenly, footsteps came.

Bruce thought he was hallucinating, but a crisp voice brought him back to reality the next moment.

"Who are you?" It was a little girl's voice, which sounded soft and cute.

He raised his head and looked over, it was a scrawny little girl, probably not even ten years old.

She was wearing a baggy garment that didn't fit well against the cold, and it looked like a man's.

"Are you okay?" The little girl leaned over, fluttering her big emerald green eyes.

Because she was so thin, she looked very unhealthy, but only her eyes were bright and agile, like gems.

"Cold..." Bruce made a hoarse voice. He didn't have much hope for the little girl, after all, she seemed insecure.

"Well... there are cups at home, and a stove, but... but Dad is drunk..."

The little girl lowered her head in frustration.

"Wine... any wine?" Bruce asked.

The liquor would warm him up, so at least he wouldn't be too cold to move.

"You, do you want to drink..." the little girl wrung her fingers and asked cautiously, "but drinking is not good...you will be just like dad."

"Warm... body..." Bruce explained with difficulty.

The little girl was his only hope now.

"Oh, yes, you are cold," the little girl understood, "Then...then just wait."

Bruce watched as the little girl turned and staggered away.

He closed his eyes, wondering if he could live.

He didn't know how long he had been waiting, but he felt that it was very long.

Bruce thought he could not escape the end of death this time.

——But at this moment, I heard the little girl's voice.

"Sorry, sorry I'm late."

When he opened his eyes, he saw the little girl's swollen face and bruised eye sockets.

And that goofy smile.

Bruce made it through that winter night.

She was beaten and kicked by her father, but still secretly brought him liquor.

Bruce didn't know how to describe the girl's smile, it was so pure and innocent, as if no one's malice could knock her down.

The girl brought him wine again, found dead branches to light a fire for him, and finally even brought a thin blanket.

"I only have this." The girl looked at him cautiously.

"Thank you." Bruce replied hoarsely.

The girl smiled at him shyly, and whispered, "Then I'll go back and see you tomorrow."

"Goodbye!" said the girl and ran away.

"……goodbye."

Bruce watched the back of the girl running away, and gradually closed his eyes.

The next morning, the girl did not come.

Bruce, who recovered from his injuries, continued his wandering life.

It's nothing more than looking around for places to learn fighting skills and hanging out with different criminals.

During his wanderings, he experienced things that he would never encounter when he was the young master.

The whole person's thinking has also undergone many changes.

He begins to really understand what those criminals are thinking and doing.

And began to wonder if there is really a way to eliminate crime in this world?

That day, he sat in the corner of the alley, eating bread stolen from the bakery.

Then he heard someone running in, he turned his head vigilantly, but saw someone he didn't expect.

——the little girl who helped him once.

She still looked so thin, panting in panic.

"Yes, it's you...!" The girl also saw him, showing a surprised expression.

"Please, help me, someone is chasing me!" the girl begged, tears streaming down her face.

Bruce let her hide beside him without hesitation, and covered her with the rag cloak he was wearing.

Soon, someone also ran into the alley.

"Fuck, where's the person?!" The visitor swears loudly, looking like he's having a headache.

He also caught a glimpse of Bruce sitting there, and walked over.

"Hey, boy, have you seen a little girl?" He asked in a nasty tone.

Bruce looked up at him and said, "I tell you, how much did you give me?"

"You fucking want money?! Kid, you're looking for a beating, right? Where are you?!" The man cursed again.

Bruce pretended to be frightened and said, "I said, I said, she ran inside."

He pointed to the depths of the alley.

"Be honest." The man said contemptuously, and started to walk into the alley.

Bruce stood up suddenly, and slammed his palm hard at the back of his neck.

The man passed out immediately.

"Okay, let's go." Bruce held out his hand to the girl sitting on the ground.

The girl stared at him blankly, and unconsciously raised her hand to hold his.

And she never thought that such a grip would last a lifetime.

Girls don't have names.

"Didn't your parents name you?" Bruce asked, frowning.

The girl looked at him ignorantly, and replied: "Everyone says that my mother is dead, and my father..."

"Oh! Daddy called me 'Hi'." She seemed to think that was her name.

Bruce looked at her innocent smile with a tingle in his heart.

"You have to come up with a name for yourself," he said.

"Can't you name it for me?" The girl looked at him suspiciously.

Bruce shook his head and said seriously: "This is very important, I can't..."

"I want you to give me a name." The girl interrupted him, blinking and staring at him, with some pleading in her tone.

"I..." Bruce wanted to refuse.

The face of the thin little girl was not as cute as that of ordinary children, but those emerald eyes were so penetrating.

It is as beautiful as an elegant handicraft.

"Grace... can you?" He said the name out of his mouth in a mysterious way.

The girl muttered the name, and finally looked up at him.

"Thank you, I like it very much." She showed a sweet smile.

"Then what's your name?"

"Bruce."

The two wandered together for a long time.

Bruce doesn't know why he's been with one guy for so long.

But he has to admit that he and Grace have developed feelings, and they can already be said to be fateful companions.

Grace grew up and was no longer a child.

She learned a lot of fighting methods with him, and in the end her strength was comparable to his.

Ordinary adult men would not be her opponents at all.

But sometimes she strikes too harshly, beating people to the brink of death.

Especially if she encounters a human trafficker, it will be more difficult for her to control herself than usual.

If Bruce hadn't been looking at her all the time, I'm afraid she would have gone down a wrong path.

Later, they entered the Assassin's League training together, and fled together.

Grace was 20 years old when Bruce took her back to Gotham.

Grace confessed to him.

"You..." He was speechless for a moment.

This was the child he had watched grow up, and there was no love between men and women for her.

"Bruce, you mustn't evade this question this time." Grace looked at him firmly.

"I am no longer a child, and I can clearly distinguish the difference between family affection and love."

"I didn't have any suspension bridge reaction because you saved me."

"I just really like you, I'm in love with you, it's that simple."

Grace speaks bluntly, doesn't hide her emotions at all, and burns like a gushing fire.

When she said this, her eyes were still so clear and clear, as if they were full of feelings for him.

Faced with such Grace, Bruce chose to escape.

Bruce's evasion was basically useless against Grace's strong offensive.

Not to mention all kinds of help from Alfred in the dark and in the dark.

Bruce knew that he had feelings for Grace.

But he dared not express his feelings.

He looks invincible, but he is still afraid of certain things in his heart.

Grace is already drawn into his Gotham business, which Ben has nothing to do with him, and shouldn't get any further.

But the more he pushed Grace away, the more she moved closer to him.

By the end, even Bruce himself realizes that they are already inseparable.

"I don't want you to regret it." He hugged her and said carefully.

Grace kissed it too directly, so forcefully that it was a bit rough.

"If you question my determination again," she said almost viciously, "I will bite you."

Bruce couldn't help but chuckle at her words.

"What are you laughing at..." Grace's momentum suddenly weakened a little.

Bruce smiled and hugged her tightly, as if to rub someone into his body.

He knew that if he let go, he would regret it one day.

8

【She is my southeast and northwest is the meaning of my work and rest】

They got married, under the names Bruce Wayne and Grace Wayne.

For the sake of each other's identities, they are not going to marry again under the guise of identities.

But their friends know that Batman has a very close relationship with his female assistant.

Whenever Bruce opened his eyes in the morning, he could see his wife's peaceful sleeping face.

It was a rare moment of comfort for him, and it made him feel that he could have a life like an ordinary person.

When he woke up, Grace would feel it right away, and drowsily crawl into him a little more.

"Take a little more rest..." She would use vague words to persuade him to sleep a little longer.

Although night watch is not an easy task, he never cared about whether his energy could keep up, and he was always exhausting his body without limit.

This makes Grace quite dissatisfied with this, but she rarely dissuades him-perhaps because she knows dissuasion is useless for Batman.

She just didn't rest when he wasn't resting, helping him reduce his workload as much as possible.

Or when he wakes up, pull him to sleep for a while.

After a long time, Bruce has completely gotten used to this way of life.

Sleeping in bed with his wife, causing the housekeeper to babble helplessly, also happens frequently.

And when night comes and he becomes the Dark Knight of Gotham, Grace will follow him silently.

Before Robin was there, the Night Watch was just the two of them.

Having been together for many years, they have always had a tacit understanding. They only need a small movement or a look to know what the other is thinking.

Bruce didn't know why, but he and Grace often thought in sync, sometimes as if they had agreed.

He was used to this kind of tacit understanding, and even after Robin and Grace changed guards, he felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

The day and night of his life, every minute and every second of his life was gradually infiltrated by one person.

Unknowingly, maybe even he didn't realize it, he could no longer accept Grace's departure.

Nine

The Justice League's disintegration was as swift as its founding.

When it was established, everyone thought that they would use this body to protect human beings for a lifetime.

But all that changed with the collapse of Superman.

With the stop of Louis' heartbeat, the metropolis disappeared in the explosion, and the clown who had been fighting with Batman for many years was brutally killed by Superman.

From this moment on, some insurmountable barriers were broken.

Superman began to walk in an irreversible direction, and the people who followed him gradually became not like them.

Bruce had seen this future from the start.

In order to prevent Superman from sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire, he made a lot of efforts.

Perhaps at the beginning, there was still a little kindness in Superman's heart, but later the "human" part of his heart had completely disappeared.

He has become a person who can kill even his companions.

Green Arrow desperately stole the super medicine made by Superman using Kryptonian technology for them, and paid his own life.

But Superman soon followed the trail to their hiding place and got into an argument with him.

"Why can't you understand me?!" The man who once had a sunny smile now had a hideous expression.

"Since you started killing our former companions, I no longer understand you." Bruce said indifferently.

Superman looked at him with hatred and said, "If you were on my side in the first place, how could this happen?"

"I thought you were the one who understood me best! What if Grace and Damian die together? Are you going to let that clown go?"

He asks a stinging question that Bruce can't answer for a moment.

"……I have no idea."

He may or may not be mad, he cannot predict it himself.

"I really want to see what kind of expression you will show when you experience the same thing as me."

The superman who said this sentence had a sense of malice, which made Bruce feel chills.

10

【I thought love could last forever, I was wrong】

Superman delivered on his own words—parts of it—years later.

Bruce and Grace were accidentally discovered by the enemy while carrying out a mission. As a last resort, they could only choose to act separately to get rid of the pursuers first, and then find a way to reunite.

But what Bruce didn't expect was that this time Superman quickly locked his position without giving him any possibility of escape.

"Bruce, I never thought we'd get to this point." Superman stood in front of him, sighing in a tone that almost made him laugh.

"You and I have nothing to say for a long time," Bruce's hand touched his belt secretly, "In the end, you just want me to die."

Superman had no intention of refuting his words, just nodded and replied: "As the leader of the rebel army, you should die naturally."

Bruce almost sneered, he had given up hope on this man.

Superman suddenly flew to Bruce's side, grabbed his neck, and began to gather his fingers.

Bruce was out of breath for a moment, struggling to get the kryptonite out of his belt, but it seemed too late.

"Don't take out that bit of kryptonite of yours. Unless it penetrates my skin, it won't work on me." Superman knew his little tricks and taunted him mercilessly.

As early as a long time ago, Superman had already modified his uniform and added lead parts.

"It's a pity we won't have the chance to talk again..."

In the middle of Superman's words, he suddenly felt someone coming towards them, with a ray that made him extremely uncomfortable.

He turned his head conditionally and shot a hot gaze in that direction, and the hand that was holding Bruce's neck loosened subconsciously.

Bruce took the opportunity to kick Superman hard, breaking free of his restraints.

But what he saw in the next second made him feel the world collapse in an instant.

Grace fell to the ground, with two holes in her chest caused by the cross-talk of thermal vision, from which blood gushed out continuously, dripping all over the floor.

"Do not……!"

He rushed over and hugged his wife, almost panicking, trying to block her bleeding wound with his hands.

But even though his hands were covered with warm and sticky blood, it couldn't stop the wound.

"I'm sorry," Grace's face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were glaring red, "I'm sorry..."

She kept apologizing.

Why should she apologize? Did she do something wrong?

"No, you'll be fine," Bruce said, panicked like never before, "Shut up, you..."

"I'm sorry, I can't... stay with you..." Grace felt the smell of blood in her mouth, and it was as cold as if she was in ice and snow.

Grace tried to pull the corners of her mouth, trying to smile at Bruce.

She didn't want him to show such a sad look.

Those green eyes lost their bright light for the first time, gradually dimmed, and closed slowly.

Superman froze. He watched Bruce embrace the dying Grace, and he couldn't help thinking of Louis.

It was just such a small pause, and Batman, who was so angry that he almost lost his mind, had already rushed in front of him.

—He took his medicine again.

This idea flashed through Superman's mind for a moment, and half of his face was blacked out by Batman's iron fist the next moment.

They fought again, and Batman had the upper hand in a fit of rage.

The kryptonite fragments in Batman's hand finally pierced Superman's skin, and he became weak instantly and fell to the ground.

The condescending Batman looks like a demon from the abyss.

At that moment, he lost the principles he should have, and his mind was only filled with the thought of 'kill him'.

Looking at the appearance of his former best friend, Superman suddenly laughed.

He laughed louder and louder, with contempt in his eyes.

"Bruce, you kept saying that I was wrong, what happened?"

"If it were you, wouldn't you still have to break the precept at last?"

Superman's words pierced his heart like a sharp sword, painful and lucid.

He looked at Superman who fell on the ground, was silent for a long time, then turned and left.

Batman picked up Grace, who had completely lost her breath, and disappeared into the night.

11

[From now on, there will be nothing good in the world. 】

Bruce woke up from a nightmare.

He raised his hand to hold his forehead, but he hadn't recovered from the dream.

In a light sleep, he was eroded by nightmares all night. Even when he woke up, he didn't feel any rest, and his headache was almost split.

Bruce turned his head to look at the empty bed beside him, and remained silent for a while without any other movements.

He dreamed about many things from the past.

From meeting Grace to the night Superman killed her.

He dreamed of her smile, as if he heard her voice again, but soon, the appearance of her death overwhelmed everything.

There are many good things, but even more pain.

Now that Grace has been lost, all the good things in the past have become part of the pain.

Even now that Superman is in prison, the pain still cannot be alleviated.

There was a knock on the door.

It was Alfred who came to wake him up.

The old butler who walked in was obviously a little surprised that he had woken up, but he quickly restrained his expression.

"Master Bruce, good morning."

"Breakfast is ready, do you want me to bring it or go to the restaurant to eat?"

"Restaurant."

After Bruce simply answered Alfred, he walked into the bathroom and began to wash.

Today, he is going to meet someone.

*****

There is a transparent cell in the center of the empty red sun room.

Carl, in his prison uniform, sat in a chair and watched Bruce walk in.

"You're really idle." He said with a sneer.

"It's just a routine inspection." Bruce walked to the machine that controlled the cell and began to check.

The protective equipment in the cell has always been checked and updated by Bruce himself, never by him.

He doesn't trust anyone else to do it.

Carl stood up, walked to the transparent special glass wall, and looked at Bruce not far away.

"Looking at me defeated, you must feel very comfortable." Karl's expression was mixed with distortion.

Bruce doesn't even look at him or answer his question.

Carl's eyes were a little gloomy, and he finally provocatively said, "Speaking of which, why didn't you see Grace?"

Bruce's hand on the machine paused, and finally turned to look at him.

"I warn you, don't mention her name." His voice sank, with a hint of hatred.

Carl ignored his threat at all, and continued: "I almost forgot, she followed the other you."

"And your Grace is gone."

There was a muffled 'bang', the sound of Bruce losing control and punching the machine.

"Why don't you kill me, Bruce? You have a million reasons to kill me." Carl was still irritating him.

Bruce was silent for a while, then suddenly stepped up to Carl.

There is only a glass between the two, and they can see each other clearly.

"You are right."

"I'm very happy to see you looking down and down."

There was a slightly twisted smile on the corner of Bruce's mouth, which was mixed with hatred and pleasure.

They can't go back to the past.

The author has something to say: 6500+ episodes of the unrighteous master_(:з」∠)_

Is the unrighteous master really blackened or is it to stimulate Superman? I feel that everyone can taste it for themselves.

Unrighteous Grace can clearly see that there are some deviations from Grace in this article. She is more dependent on Unrighteous Lord and loves more piously

The verses used in [ ] in this article are all from the funeral blues, I personally think the original text is more flavorful

So the original text and translation are attached below

original:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let them mourners come.

Letaeroplanescirclemoaningoverhead

Scribbling on the sky theme message He Is Dead,

Putcrepebows round the whitenecks of the public doves,

Let the traffic police men wear black cotton loves.

Hewas myNorth, mySouth, myEastandWest,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

Mynoon, mymidnight, mytalk, mysong;

I thought that love would last forever; I was swrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out everyone;

Packupthemoonanddi□□antlethesun;

Pourawaytheoceanandsweepupthewood,

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

translation:

Stop the clock, cut off the phone

Give the dog a bone and stop him barking

Freeze the sound of the harp, in the low sound of drums, lift out the coffin

Let the mourners come in.

Let the circling planes whimper overhead, scrawled in the sky: HE'S DEAD

Hang bows around the necks of carrier pigeons and make traffic policemen wear black gloves.

He is my southeast and northwest

is the meaning of my work and rest

is my song day and night, the talk

Thought love could last forever

I'm wrong.

The stars are useless, put them out

Put away the moon, cover the scorching sun

Drain the sea, sweep away the trees

From now on, nothing good will happen in the world.