[DC] Countdown to Bat Survival

1.

It was a long time ago, and H no longer remembers what happened before her time travel. The only thing she remembers is that time when she was a volunteer in an amusement park and saw a lonely child. She stepped forward to talk to her out of kindness. This is her time travel. Start.

2.

When she discovered the spirit behind becoming a baby, she spent a whole day mentally preparing herself to accept the reality, but it turns out that her mental endurance is really first-rate.In other words, her personality is so soft that she doesn't feel any resentment even when she encounters this kind of situation, but she quickly gets used to this kind of life.

Her range of activities was within one meter of the baby, but she didn't feel bored, but quickly put herself into the role of nanny, taking care of the baby very seriously.

3.

H is a very gentle and patient girl, so she has been accompanying the child to grow up, and will be delighted that the baby has turned into a lovely boy, and will be proud of the boy's excellent grades in school.

She is used to being by the boy's side, supporting him when he accidentally falls, comforting him when he cries, and standing by his side when he is afraid of being alone.She had run through his short eight years of life, even though he couldn't see her at all.

4.

The boy died, in that alley, with his parents, killed by the killer.The bullet pierced H's illusory soul and passed through the boy's heart, and the frantically gushing blood was like an ominous bloody flower that absorbed the boy's vitality and bloomed.

The kind-hearted couple, together with their young children, are buried here forever.

5.

H saw the child again, the child sitting alone on the bench, with his head down, looking depressed. H recognized at a glance that it was the child she had been looking at for eight years. She wanted to step forward quickly, but suddenly found that her body was not as light as before, and the angle of view seemed a little wrong.

She lowered her head instinctively, it was a pair of child's hands, very familiar to her, she stopped in her tracks, and looked down at herself.Wearing a small black suit, her chest was still covered with large bloodstains, she subconsciously raised her head to look at the child in front of her, but she met the child's raised head, her current appearance was reflected in those sky blue eyes. The face she had known for eight years, but it was not hers.

"Whoareyou" the boy asked her.

"I, IamH."

"Whoareyou" the boy asked again.

"I, Iam..." There was a little hesitation on her face, and a trace of struggle and bewilderment flashed in her eyes.

"Whoareyou" the boy stubbornly asked the third time.

"Iam, Iam...Iam Bruce Wayne, Iam Batman."

Her gaze gradually became solid, without any hesitation and confusion, and her expression gradually became cold, without any warmth.

"I am sorry."

The boy suddenly rushed forward to hug her, and buried his fluffy head in the hollow of her neck, rubbing and rubbing, she could feel the front of his clothes was wet with tears, the child whom she had watched growing up, held firmly for the first time. her wrist.Two identical children, embracing each other.

"I promised you. I will make Gotham better."

Their foreheads were pressed together, and the outsider patted the child's back in a whisper of promise.

6.

It rained heavily on the day of the funeral, H held a black umbrella alone, and stayed there for a long time, until all the people who came to the funeral left, and those who comforted him gave up, only the elderly housekeeper remained Be by his side.

He walked forward silently, and there was a small unnamed tombstone next to the tombstone of the Wayne couple. No one knew what it meant, maybe it was just the young Wayne commemorating his almost death.Only H knows that it commemorates the real Bruce Wayne who has died, this is the tombstone of the child he accompanied for eight years when he was young, and from today he is Bruce Wayne.

"Your master is actually dead long ago."

Bruce let go of the umbrella handle in his hand and let the raindrops wet his clothes. He bent down and leaned his forehead on the cold tombstone wet by the rain, his words were gentle but full of sadness.

"You are my master."

The older butler stepped forward with a straight waist, and the black umbrella was firmly on top of Bruce's head to shield him from the rain.Bruce suddenly raised his head and looked at the butler seriously. The dim light made him unable to see the butler's expression clearly, but he keenly noticed the slightly trembling hand of the butler holding the umbrella handle.

"Yes, I am Bruce Wayne."

Bruce suddenly understood something, patted the dirt on his pants and got up, his words were full of prudence and seriousness.He hasn't said a few words since waking up in this body, yet every word he says is a deliberate choice, and this is his promise.This is something he promised, a promise he made, so there is no option to turn back.