Chapter 2168: Battle of Two Cities! (35)

In the living room of Wayne Manor, when Alfred put the teacup on the table, he tilted his head and glanced at the young man sitting on the sofa.

It was incredible. He looked exactly like Bruce Wayne. Alfred recalled the whole process of his meeting and parting with Thomas Wayne in his mind, but he couldn't find any possibility that he had an illegitimate child.

Martha gave birth to a child, and there was no possibility that one of the twins was lost. How could this Bruce who suddenly appeared look exactly like Master Bruce?

After Alfred sat opposite, he looked at Bruce carefully again. He found that if he observed carefully enough, he could still find some subtle differences.

For example, this Bruce was a little thinner, especially the muscles in the neck and shoulders, which were not as swollen as the Bruce he knew, his eyes were bluer, and most importantly, his expression was more vivid and his temperament was more lively, making him look younger than the Bruce Alfred knew.

Alfred served in the British Navy when he was young. He could tell a person's basic age from his bones. He thought that the Bruce in front of him was exactly the same age as the Bruce sleeping upstairs, and they were at the same stage of growth and development. So the difference in their ages should come from their different temperaments.

Alfred narrowed his eyes. He certainly knew why Bruce Wayne's temperament was gloomy. How could a child who lost his parents at a young age and spent half his life in loneliness and despair be cheerful?

So if this Bruce really came from another universe as he said, why was he so sunny and cheerful?

Bruce took a sip of tea and looked at Alfred with his blue eyes and said, "I was entrusted to solve the troubles in this city. Perhaps you have discovered that a group of lunatics who don't belong here have arrived."

This just hit Alfred's heart. The green-haired lunatic who appeared on the big screen that day gave him a very bad feeling. The crisis intuition of the military for many years made him understand that this was not the end at all, but just the beginning.

Unfortunately, Bruce Wayne was not able to deal with such troubles.

As Bruce's butler, Alfred knows very well that his young master is too ambitious but too incompetent, too angry and too irrational.

A cruel fact is that even if Martha and Thomas are still alive, they can only train Bruce to be a relatively good person at the mass level, that is, an ordinary person who has received a standard education from a wealthy family.

Such people can protect the Wayne Group and then devote their energy to the education of the next generation, but if they are expected to go further, this step will be as difficult as a natural chasm.

Alfred knows better than anyone how talent determines the upper limit of a person's social level. A good background gives a high starting point, but mediocrity is like a calm water surface. A fish that cannot swim ahead of the school of fish in the sea tries hard to break through the calm water surface and jump into the air, but the only result is suffocation.

So Alfred doesn't think Bruce Wayne can fight crime as Batman at all. He has always opposed this. Bruce was frustrated several times before, and Alfred believes that this can make him see the reality, accept the fact that he is mediocre, and stop making unnecessary delusions.

But after the appearance of this green-haired madman, Alfred knew that even if Bruce wanted to give up, someone would force him into a desperate situation.

This made Alfred feel desperate, because he understood that even if a mediocre person was forced into a desperate situation, he would not be able to stimulate any potential, and those instinctive struggles due to the desire to survive would only prolong the pain of death.

"Do you think you can solve these problems?" Alfred asked tentatively. In fact, he hoped so in his heart, but he didn't have much hope.

It's not possible that Bruce Wayne in another universe happens to be a genius, right?

"I watched the news." Bruce changed the subject while holding his teacup and said, "Now all the news media are broadcasting news that is unfavorable to Bruce Wayne, which is very regrettable."

"But before I make a judgment on this situation, I hope you can promise me one thing."

Alfred rested his forearms on his knees, clasped his palms together and fumbled with them, then looked up at Bruce. After a long silence, he said, "You tell me."

He thought Bruce wanted a reward, but this was also reasonable. Even if he did nothing, sitting here as a scapegoat had its value. This face that was exactly the same as Bruce Wayne was enough for him to make a very high condition.

"I hope you can treat me as Bruce Wayne and say that to everyone. I am the little Wayne you know, and project everything you say and do to him onto me."

"I don't understand." Alfred shook his head. He didn't know why Bruce asked him to do this. He continued, "Your appearance can convince others more than my words. No one will believe me if I say you are not."

"I just hope you can help me solve some of the troubles in my life." Bruce looked at Alfred with sincere eyes and said, "I may be very busy in the next period of time, and there are many things in life that I can't take care of. Although it sounds childish, I hope I can have some hot meals after I'm done."

Alfred's eyes widened. He had never heard Bruce say that. Whenever he asked Bruce what he wanted to eat, Bruce always replied "I'm very busy, Alfred, you decide", or even " Don't do anything, Av, I'm not hungry and I don't have time to eat."

Although Alfred would cook it for him in the end, Bruce almost never showed his need for food. It seemed that as long as he completely gave up the enjoyment of material life and made ascetic efforts, he would be rewarded.

From the perspective of a bystander, Alfred knew that he couldn't. Even he could see that most of Bruce's efforts were in vain. He was very busy, but he was not busy at all.

In other words, the process of pretending that he is busy has consumed all his time and energy. He is even unable to stop and review the staged results and test the direction of his efforts. Summoning the courage to press forward is all he can do. Did it all. And Alfred looked at Bruce in front of him, and saw a great confidence in him, as if I could have fun and enjoy life, and get things done easily, and it must be done quickly. , well done, to everyone's satisfaction.

Where did he get such confidence?

Alfred soon found out, for he nodded and said, "If you don't mind, I'll go prepare the afternoon tea now, sir."

"No, just call me Master." Bruce replied.

Bruce's corrective words made Alfred frown. This was actually not etiquette, because now Bruce is the patriarch of the Wayne family, how can he still be called young master?

But he didn't think much, stood up and turned towards the kitchen. To his surprise, Bruce followed him to the bar in front of the kitchen and sat down on a high chair, and took the bucket with finger biscuits. come over.

He reached for a finger biscuit, broke it into pieces and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Then I think you can listen to my opinion on this matter."

"To those news reports?" Alfred said without looking back while checking the refrigerator. He felt that this Bruce didn't care much about the negative news. He wasn't depressed and depressed enough, and he didn't seem to be good at self-denial.

"You know this is not the point. Reporters are all hyenas who have heard the news. Their opinions are not unimportant, but it is too easy to reverse the direction of the media and manipulate public opinion. This is not the focus of dealing with troubles."

Before Alfred could laugh at Bruce's arrogance, he heard Bruce speak shockingly.

"I bet that the real Anderkin is not dead. Not only is he alive and well, he must have witnessed all this under the supervision of the Joker."

"I know this guy named the Joker very well." Bruce broke off another piece of finger biscuit and sighed: "He will create a very obvious trap and cause you enough harm to make you feel that this is All."

"When you want to hide in the lair and lick your wounds, you will find that his greatest malice does not lie in this. His torture of a person is never-ending, not just for anyone."

"If Anderkin is really the only ray of light for little Bruce in these difficult times, there is no way the Joker would treat him as a disposable consumable and let him die so easily."

Bruce showed a sneer and said: "He knows the value of life better than anyone else. He can let anyone die cruelly and coldly, but they must die where they deserve to be."

"This is an arrogance based on madness. If this society is completely disordered in my eyes, then I have the right to severely punish anyone and anything here according to my wishes."

"At the same time, he is a genius, calm and rational, and pursues perfectionism. Therefore, in the process of ruling, he wants everyone to fall into the bag exactly according to the process he has preset."

"Being treated as an inconsequential consumable to stimulate Batman and die in public is obviously not the ending that the Joker wanted for this important character, Ender King, so he must still be alive."

"The clown's brilliance lies in this. He wants Endkin to see that the child he once tried to help still doesn't trust him, still complains about him, and won't save him even at a critical moment of life and death."

"Did Bruce let go on purpose? It doesn't actually matter. The Joker will make Underkin feel that if he is really hung up, he will die as miserably as this consumable."

"Human beings are never immune to the fear of death. The Joker can easily use this fear to guide Underkin, making him think that Bruce let go deliberately in order to retaliate against him. Bruce is going to kill him. If Bruce knows that he is not dead, , will definitely use other methods to kill him, Bruce wants to kill him, wants to kill him..."

Alfred stood blankly in the kitchen, and the plate with vegetable leaves in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, smashing to pieces.

He followed his instinct and bent down to pick it up, but he felt a hand supporting him. When he looked up again, he saw Bruce's concerned expression. Bruce looked at the lettuce that had fallen to the ground with regret, shook his head and said.

"The clown is good at breaking others up like this, and then putting them back together into what he wants according to his own wishes, so that he can move to the position he designed in the posture he wants."

Bruce looked at Alfred who was close at hand and said: "Fighting such a madman is destined to be long and difficult. I need your help, Alfred."

Looking at the pair of blue eyes so close, the sea of ​​​​violent emotions in them followed the intersection of their eyes and rushed into the blood flowing in the old and gray heart.

At this moment, Alfred felt a dizziness with a heavy head and light feet.