Chapter 65 Snow in June A certain bat: "Achoo!"...
This sounds a little ominous.
The atmosphere in the room became much more somber.
No matter how you look at it, it's still a bit eerie to associate the name Bruce Wayne with silence on murder cases.
If Batman's vigilance could be observed, the base would probably be ablaze with red lights and sirens blaring right now.
"What happened?"
“It’s just necessary harmless disposal,” Thomas said nonchalantly. “Killing is the optimal solution under those conditions.”
He spoke of death and murder with a flippant and natural air, as if he were talking about taking a dirty piece of clothing to the dry cleaners, almost as if he were completely justified.
“…If this is considered normal,” the troublemaker muttered under his breath, “their world must be insane.”
These words made Batman even more wary.
With Earth's three "gems" preceding it, it's not surprising that the multiverse can go completely mad.
"Why are you all staring at me?" Thomas put down his Coke. "Do you have any more questions? If not, could you please send me away? I'm in a real hurry."
"I'll go find you a teleporter," Red Robin sighed.
"If possible, could you bring me some desserts made by Alfred? Strawberry milkshake would be best; I haven't had any in ages."
“I tried to talk to Alfred.”
Thomas stared at his retreating figure until Red Robin closed the door before turning his gaze away.
"What are you hiding?" Batman said in a deep voice.
“That can’t be helped. We are two unrelated universes,” Thomas admitted. “Being too frank is obviously unnecessary. The best outcome of this accident is that the two universes will never have any contact again.”
What is the truth of this matter?
“You seem particularly concerned about this, well,” Thomas leaned back. “I orchestrated the shooting of Joe Cher, a tit-for-tat revenge, which is perfectly fair.”
All the vigilantes turned to look at Batman.
Some bats may appear calm on the surface, but inside they are frantically trying to deal with themselves.
Thomas was pleased with the outcome. He deliberately chose a few words that could easily provoke Batman. Looking at the group of vigilantes with their varied expressions, he continued, "Of course, due to objective factors and insufficient evidence, I was not prosecuted, although I was almost forcibly sent to a mental hospital."
Red Robin took his quantum starter and is now probably analyzing the coordinates of Thomas's universe.
It would be strange if he didn't do that, after all, Thomas had completely grasped their coordinates, while they knew almost nothing about Thomas's world.
Since there's no way to get rid of these vigilantes, why not shift the blame to someone else, like... Bruce?
Batman... Thomas knows Batman very well.
He has observed many Batmen, and most of them share one characteristic: strict self-discipline.
Batman is very worried that he will lose control, and he holds himself to much higher standards than he holds others to.
Therefore, a Bruce who doesn't quite fit Batman's moral standards would definitely attract his attention.
"I'm sorry, Bruce," Thomas apologized silently to his poor brother.
Out of a slight, negligible sense of guilt (though he showed no remorse), Thomas decided to call Bruce "brother" for a day.
But the one who doubts you is yourself. What can I do? I'm just telling the truth.
“So he did nothing.” Batman’s face was now as dark as the clouds over Gotham. “He didn’t stop you, and he didn’t tell the police.”
"It's not that I did nothing, it's just that you didn't have time to stop me, and you only concealed some trivial details from the police, which didn't affect the GCPD's investigation."
"He concealed the details of what happened... so he was at the scene."
That sounds even more suspicious. Honestly, the probability of Batman being there but not being able to stop this kind of conspiracy is probably zero.
“You couldn’t stop me even if you were there,” Thomas said with some pride.
“I am not him,” Batman emphasized.
“Aren’t you Bruce Wayne?” Thomas said nonchalantly.
"I am another Batman."
“So what?” Thomas retorted. “I don’t have to think about all that. Of course, I’ll live however I’m comfortable with. In the end, you’re also a possibility for Bruce. There’s no real difference. Besides, if you weren’t Bruce, I wouldn’t be saying all this to you. It’s in our best interest.”
As for staying conscious... that has absolutely nothing to do with Thomas. Protecting Earth in a malevolent multiverse while remaining conscious is clearly the job of the Justice League and other superheroes, while Thomas, as a supervillain, only needs to spread his malice towards the multiverse and all of humanity, dragging everyone down with him.
“Micro-expression analysis and lie detector tests both show that he is telling the truth,” Oracle said gravely into the intercom. “I think we really need to be careful of that world’s Batman. The worst-case scenario is that they’ve set their sights on us for some reason.”
“Coordinate analysis complete,” Red Robin said. “Should I go back now or wait a little longer?”
“Thank you,” Batman said. “You can go now.”
"How do I get there?"
"Red Robin has found your teleporter."
“Very good.” Thomas got up to leave the isolation room, but then heard Batman ask him one last question.
"What did you see under the influence of the fear gas?"
Thomas frowned: "Does this have anything to do with determining how dangerous I am?"
“No,” Batman said, “but I’m a little curious about what my brother might be afraid of.”
How "evil" Batman is, taking advantage of Thomas's unwillingness to distinguish between individuals in the multiverse so quickly.
“I’m afraid of ghosts, so I saw a ghost,” Thomas said frankly.
“He’s lying,” the oracle quickly pointed out, “...Why would he lie here?”
Seeing that Batman didn't seem to have any intention of opening the isolation chamber door for him, Thomas sighed.
"Do we always have to hear the truth?"
“If what you say is true, that you couldn’t possibly be this aggressive when you’re under the influence of fear gas,” Batman reiterated, “what are you afraid of?”
“Your love of the truth disgusts me, so I hate the detective profession.” Thomas shook his head. “If I had to put it into words, I see a pain that will continue indefinitely, an eternal evil, and me, powerless against it, unable to break free, and forced to accept my fate.”
"These are the truths."
"So you want to die." Batman opened the hatch.
“That’s right.” Thomas stepped forward. “Where are my ‘teleporter’ and the other sweets?”
“Red Robin is on her way, and Alfred only has white chocolate cranberry cookies,” Batman said.
“That’s good,” Thomas said, slightly satisfied, then spread his hands toward Batman.
They've even figured out the cosmic coordinates, so asking for two more candies is clearly Thomas's right.
This candy even tastes pretty good; I wonder which production line Batman came from.
"..." Batman placed a bat candy in his hand.
"Thanks."
"Don't you want to enjoy life a little more?" Batman tried to persuade Thomas.
“You have no right to say that to me,” Thomas retorted without hesitation. “After all, you’re Batman, who gets less than eight hours of sleep a day, rarely eats junk food, eats things you don’t like for the sake of your health, goes out on night patrols even when you’re injured or on Christmas, works year-round without a break, and even pays out of your own pocket.”
“But death is not a relief, but rather the eternal triumph of fear (1).”
“Then let fear continue to prevail,” Thomas replied. “What is the point of overcoming fear? The suffering will remain suffering, the unfortunate will remain unfortunate, and I would rather die than helplessly submit to this wretched fate.”
The atmosphere in the base gradually became awkward, but fortunately Red Robin arrived in time, carrying a bag full of Alfred's special cookies in one hand and Thomas's miniature quantum starter in the other, breaking the awkward atmosphere.
“Finally, it’s all over. I really hope that all of this from the multiverse will never appear before me again,” Thomas exclaimed sincerely. He took the item from Red Robin’s hand with light steps and activated the precious device as quickly as possible. “Let me enjoy a peaceful and tranquil life for now.”
After saying that, he disappeared without a trace.
Thomas didn't say a single polite word like "see you next time," perhaps because he didn't want to get entangled with people from the multiverse again (unless one of his family members died and he wanted to find a substitute from the multiverse). In his memory, visitors from the multiverse always brought him endless trouble.
The purple light disappeared, and everyone felt a little more at ease, but the conversation just now was incredibly informative.
"Don't you guys think that Bruce Wayne from that universe is a bit strange?" Oracle was the first to speak.
“Yes, that’s really strange,” Red Hood added in a hostile tone. “They couldn’t even stop someone four years younger than him from killing someone with a gun at the scene, and they even withheld clues about the murder from the GCPD.”
“Jason!” Robin said, somewhat displeased.
“I will propose to the Justice League that we conduct a remote investigation of that universe.” Batman’s expression was quite solemn. He saw some suspicious fragments of thought in Thomas and suspected that they were left by someone from the past.
“What are you doubting, Batman?” Nightwing asked.
"I suspect that Night Owl is in that universe."
According to Thomas Wayne Jr., Bruce Wayne in that world completely condoned his brother's gun-wielding and murder, and was even willing to cover for him.
This conclusion unsettled Batman, reminding him of the gun-wielding counterpart, the one who wanted to destroy everything and had vanished without a trace.
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Thomas finally returned to his beloved Gotham, bringing with him a pile of delicious cookies, so it was a worthwhile trip after all.
It would have been better if the landing point wasn't in front of Batman and Dick.
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Author's note: (1) From Batman: I am suicide.
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In short, it's all the evil owl's fault-finding that's causing innocent bats to suffer reputational damage...
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Incidentally, there was a case in the US a few years ago where a two-year-old child shot his parents (no one died). It just goes to show that reality is more absurd than fiction.
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Yay! I'm the master of my body! All done typing!
Pressing the Hegu and Fengchi acupoints really helps with headaches. They're usually hard to relieve even when I'm sleeping, but this time it was gone in no time! [Applause]
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