Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 96: Ah Fu: Let me see what new things Mason has done...
Crime Alley is pretty creepy at night.
This is especially true after a mysterious explosion and armed fight occurred here a few days ago. According to the Gotham police, an herbal medicine store was unfortunately burned down in the fight, and an unknown Gotham citizen was involved in this vicious case and is currently suspected to be missing.
In Gotham, this kind of news is basically synonymous with death.
In this area with a high crime rate, no normal person would go out at night, so when the black luxury car slowly stopped at the entrance of Crime Alley, it did not attract any attention.
The old man pushed open the car door and walked out, opening the door for his ex-wife very gentlemanly. When Mrs. Martha walked out of the car wearing a lady's hat and a long dress, she also moved her shoulders uncomfortably.
She was carrying a handbag with a string of beautiful pearl pendants on her chest, and whispered to the old man beside her :
"Are you sure there are no cameras nearby? Why do I feel like..."
"That was arranged by your good son."
Damian leaned against the car and explained to his grandparents in another world:
"He has set up a surveillance system in this city so that he can capture criminal incidents as soon as possible and identify and prevent them. Normally, all city surveillance systems are not turned on. Perhaps something happened in the city tonight."
He was playing with a black batarang and said:
"I've written down the locations of all the cameras. Do you want me to help remove them?"
“We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves.”
The old man said:
"That's all. You won't be staying for long anyway. Remember to delete this record when you return to the Batcave."
Damian made an OK gesture, took out a young man's style baseball cap and put it on his head, and waited for the two old people here like the follower who was driving.
Thomas and Martha strolled into the Crime Alley that looked almost identical to the one in their world, walking slowly under the dim street lights.
They were silent, but each step they took became heavier.
The atrocities that took place that night thirty years ago replayed in the minds of the two men. They could clearly remember every detail of what happened here. Just under the street light in front, next to the trash can, the shameful robber rushed out.
He didn't ask for money at all. He just raised his pistol and shot at the Wayne family. Poor little Bruce was shot and fell down.
Blood...
Everywhere.
Mrs. Martha's body was swaying a little.
It was clearly a painful memory but at that moment she had the urge to laugh out loud. She tried hard to hold it back but the corners of her mouth had already curved into a dangerous angle.
"Martha!"
The old man's voice sounded like a wake-up call to Mrs. Martha's heart, awakening her from the temptation of madness. She reached into her bag, took out the demulcent given by Mason, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.
She breathed a sigh of relief as her mind cleared.
"You have to control yourself!"
Thomas squatted down and reached out his hand under the street light to touch the empty and dirty ground. There was nothing there, but in the old man's eyes, there was still blood that could never be wiped away.
He was obviously suppressing his cold desire to kill, and said in a hoarse voice to Madam Martha who was wiping her eyes beside him:
"I didn't intend to bring you here. I thought it was terrible to let you get close to Bruce, but Mason convinced me. He said he believed a mother's desire to protect her child would outweigh any crazy impulse.
I also know that you hate me and you have never forgiven me. I don’t intend to beg for your forgiveness. I just want to tell you that our child is still alive in this world!
We in this world chose to accept death in order to protect him. This is a great sacrifice.
However, there are those who hide in the shadows and want to hurt him, those tentacles of malice hide in the shadow of his cloak. He is the one who stands between light and darkness, and he wants to protect his world.
That’s what we’re here for.”
Thomas put on his black gloves again and said:
“We may not care about the survival of this world, but we want to protect our children. This is the only reason for us to reach a reconciliation.
So, if you can't control yourself and get in my way, or if you go crazy and hurt Bruce again... Martha, I will never show mercy to you again!
I will prepare a grave for you right here, right here!"
"That's what I'm saying to you, Thomas."
Mrs. Martha wiped her red and swollen eyes and said softly:
" I don't care what agreement you have with Mason Cooper, and I don't care what you plan to do in this world. My only purpose in coming here is to keep those bad guys from touching my baby.
He has been bullied for too long.
Maybe it's because the world laughed at him for not having his parents, but now he has them! No one will be able to get close to my baby until I die.
Go find someone!
Thomas, I need lots and lots of people.
I need lots and lots of weapons, I need lots and lots of cannon fodder who are not afraid of death, I want to control the darkness of this city and turn it into Batman's sword and shield.
Someone must help him bear those dark things to save my baby from this cruel fate."
"But this city needs a Batman."
The old man stood up and said:
“The city needs him.”
"Batman?"
Mrs. Martha sneered and said:
"Aren't you?"
"I'm not the person this city needs, and I tried, and you saw the result."
The old man sighed, turned and walked towards the exit of the dark alley, saying:
"Let's go, it's time to go home."
Mrs. Martha reached out and took off the pearl necklace that she had specially prepared for her neck, tore it into pieces and scattered it on the ground like a ritual, then followed the old man forward without looking back.
Just as they were about to leave Crime Alley, a scream suddenly sounded from not far away, as if a girl had encountered something terrible.
The voice was full of fear and anxiety.
But neither of them took any action and just stood there watching. A few seconds later, a girl in sportswear staggered out, holding a bouquet of white flowers for the ceremony in her hand, while a few vicious hooligans were whistling and chasing after her.
Obviously, they were going to have some fun.
"Hey! Old man! Get out of here! Hey, this auntie is in good shape. Do you want to play with us?"
Seeing the old man and Mrs. Martha nearby, these horny guys immediately started yelling rudely, while the frightened girl hid nearby and trembled.
"well……"
The old man flexed his fingers and said:
"It really is a cesspool."
"Send it away, Thomas."
Mrs. Martha said with a look of disdain:
“Don’t waste your time.”
"Bang, bang, bang"
A few sharp gunshots rang out in the dark alley, and the flickering firelight illuminated the fallen figures. The old man did not give them a chance to escape or time to defend themselves.
He has always advocated a decisive and efficient style.
"Be good, good boy, don't look."
Mrs. Martha bent down and covered the eyes of the frightened girl beside her with a smile on her face. She noticed the white flower in the girl's hand and asked:
“Who are you commemorating here?”
"My...my ex-boyfriend."
The girl, frightened by the gunshot, clutched the bouquet tightly in her hand. She trembled and said sadly:
"He lived nearby and disappeared in the chaos a few days ago. I just wanted to tell him what I couldn't say."
"Well, that's miserable."
Mrs. Martha comforted without emotion:
"He will hear it, but you should go home now. It's not every day that you meet a bad guy walking around who is kind to you. Listen to me, go back and find a new man to please yourself.
Isn't that what love is all about? "
The old man and Mrs. Martha finished their work quickly and efficiently and quickly disappeared into the darkness. The bodies were dealt with cleanly, even the bullet casings were collected.
The frightened girl bit her lip as she walked through the darkness. She was very scared but she finally persisted and reached the ruined shop. She placed the mourning flowers in her hand beside the ruins and picked up a twisted silver bottle cap from the bricks and gravel.
She remembered that the guy who had disappeared from her life always liked to tinker with bottles and jars in his spare time.
"Goodbye, Mason."
Little Nurse Wendy closed her eyes, and as the wind blew her long hair, she clasped her hands together and whispered:
"I will continue your unfinished work and use the knowledge you left behind to help more patients. I hope you can be happy in the other world..."
At the same time, in the room of Osborne Tower, Mason felt the strange gazes of the people around him with a strange expression, and Harley at his feet had begun to grit her teeth in hatred.
"Well, it's not what you think!"
Mason explained with difficulty:
"We're just colleagues. I swear, nothing you imagined happened... Damn it! Aren't we here tonight to watch Batboy's joke?
Why are you all looking at me like that?"
"Mr. K!"
Harley hugged his legs and said through gritted teeth:
"You are not behaving well..."
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"I always feel that the girl just now looks familiar. I must have seen her somewhere."
The black luxury car drove all the way to Wayne Manor and stopped when it got close. The three of them got out of the car and walked. Damian, who was held by the hand by Madam Martha, frowned and said:
"She seems to be Mason's colleague? I've seen her information in Bruce's anti-Mason tactics..."
"Don't think too much, he's just an ordinary person."
Mrs. Martha looked at Wayne Manor standing in the darkness before her. While talking to her little grandson, she admired with nostalgia the place where she had lived for a long time.
The Wayne Manor in her world had long been abandoned.
But the one in front of us is obviously well maintained, and its elegant and majestic appearance alone reveals the majesty and power of Gotham's first family.
It seems like there's a charity gala being held here tonight .
This is a tradition of the Wayne family, especially after playboy Bruce Wayne took over the family, there is a banquet every month to donate money to Gotham city government and the poor.
This is also one of the few opportunities for local dignitaries to meet the legendary Mr. Wayne.
But unfortunately, Mr. Bruce, who was busy dating various celebrities and upper-class ladies, would not be present every time.
"We can go in and take a look."
The old man took out two medicine tubes, which contained the polyjuice potion that Mason had prepared in advance.
He and Mrs. Martha each took a bottle, and after changing their appearance, they were led by Damian, the heir of the family, into the manor with confidence.
The banquet was lively, but it failed to attract the attention of the two old people at all.
They walked around the servants as if they were returning to their own home, entering the main building of the manor with ease. Led by Damian, they entered Bruce Wayne's bedroom, where he rarely stayed except to sleep.
The moment they pushed open the door, the old man and Martha's eyes fell on Bruce Wayne's bedside at the same time.
There is an old photo there.
This is a photo of him and his parents when he was seven years old.
The wall opposite the bed is covered with similar photos, making it into a photo wall. All the memories of Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne are here.
"He still remembers us... He never forgets."
Mrs. Martha burst into tears instantly.
The noble lady who had gone insane and was called back to life couldn't stop crying, and the old man's eyes were slightly red.
He controlled himself not to show any weakness, but when he saw the old stethoscope that was placed in a glass cover in the cupboard as a treasure by his master, he couldn't help but clench his fists.
In another world, he also gave his son a stethoscope on his eighth birthday, hoping that his child could grow up to be successful, break away from the Wayne family's dark business and become a decent person living in the sun.
It seems that Thomas in this world also has the same expectations for his children.
Damian, who was guarding the door, looked at his grandparents from another world with a complicated expression as they stayed in the room of his father, whom he never liked. He knew very well how cruel these two people were.
Even though he had not spent a long time with the old man, the position of this cold and ruthless old man in his heart was almost as high as that of his deceased grandfather.
Lei Xiaogu and the old man must have a lot in common.
Many of their ideas are extremely similar.
But these two cold-faced villains who could launch a horrific massacre at any time were now showing their emotions to this extent, which made the little madman unable to help but start thinking about some topics about family and relatives.
Even though they are separated by life and death, even though there is a world between them, the feelings between Thomas, Martha and Bruce can still be shared to this incredible extent.
He admitted that at this moment he was a little jealous of his father...
Perhaps, he should also give Bruce Wayne a chance and let the always cold and clumsy man learn to be a good father.
"Master Damian? Where have you been these past few days? Oh my god, we almost turned the whole of Gotham upside down."
The sudden sound startled the little madman who was in deep thought.
His first reaction was to push away Ah Fu who was approaching, for fear that the old butler would be killed here by his grandparents from another world.
But he obviously underestimated the "acting" ability of the Wayne family members. When Damian was a little at a loss, Mrs. Martha and the old man had quickly calmed down their emotions.
"You! Wait...you are..."
Ah Fu walked to the door and was shocked when he saw Mrs. Martha's back. Then he was struck by lightning when he saw the old man next to him turning around.
He swore that for a moment, he seemed to see the master and his wife, who had been dead for many years, appear before him in an extremely vivid manner.
But when the middle-aged couple turned around, the unfamiliar face brought Alfred back to reality.
"Hello, Butler Alfred."
The old man showed his temperament as a business tycoon, took the initiative to shake hands with the old butler with a smile, and said softly:
"I have long heard of the Wayne family. I hope you don't mind my intrusive visit tonight."
Mrs. Martha also smiled and put her hand on Damian's shoulder, saying with a smile:
“My husband and I found this little cutie by accident on our trip a few days ago, when he was passed out on the side of the road from some dangerous drugs.
We spent some time taking care of him and found out his address before sending him back tonight.
Maybe I shouldn't say this
But as a butler, perhaps you should spend more energy on the next generation heir of the Wayne family instead of letting him run around alone like a little lunatic.
He's only eleven years old, he deserves a safer life."
Ah Fu was startled by what Mrs. Martha said. When he looked at Master Damian, he indeed found that his face was pale, and it was obvious that he had been injured.
The old butler suddenly felt guilty for his dereliction of duty.
Although he still had some doubts about the identities of the two people in front of him, he still politely invited the two kind people to attend the banquet tonight and notified Batman who was on night patrol outside to return to the manor immediately.
However, when the master returned and took up the disguise of "Bruce Wayne", the two "good people" had already left the manor.
Just as they had come, they left as quietly as they had come.
"I saw him! Bruce, my Bruce, he had grown up, so handsome, so extraordinary, just like the one I dreamed of.
No, it is ten thousand times better than in my dream, he is right in front of me, within reach."
In the woods outside the manor, Mrs. Martha put down the telescope in her hand and said to the old man beside her who was wearing a battle suit:
"Don't you want to take a look?"
"No need, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
The old man reached out and picked up the black straight-blade sword at hand. He stroked the hilt that looked like it was carved with an evil spirit and said in a hoarse voice:
"Now, we should get down to business."
"Then go ahead."
Mrs. Martha deftly took out a set of servant's clothes from her bag and said as she changed:
"I'm going to lurk here and stay with my baby and not go anywhere. He must eat the food cooked by his mother and he must have a good rest.
Look at him, he's so tired."
