Chapter 2488: The Battle for the Cape (Part 55)

Batman and Batwoman arrived near the community where they suspected Bruce was. Sure enough, they saw Bruce's figure here. He hadn't become old, just more mature.

The two of them followed Bruce home. To be precise, after Bruce went home, they inferred Bruce's home address through the lights on the window, and then climbed onto the balcony.

Through the crack in the curtains, they saw an old man lying on the bed.

Bruce put the groceries he bought back into the refrigerator one by one, walked into the room, sat by the old man's bed, and turned on the bedside lamp.

Batman, standing in the corner of the balcony, saw that it was Gordon, but he was already old beyond recognition, with white hair and a withered, thin body, his eyes dull.

"Officer Guine divorced," Bruce said. "Her second husband cheated and was suspected of sexual bribery. She is currently in a lawsuit with him for custody, and the result is not optimistic."

Gordon just stared at the ceiling without blinking, his eyes showing no change. Batman and Batwoman both heard Bruce say, "I know she came to you 20 years ago, but it wasn't for any Talon Killer. You asked her to investigate me."

"You asked her to find the file of the case where you were shot back then in the police station. You suspect that I fired the shot."

Gordon finally gradually turned his eyes to look at him. Bruce said, "You saw me, right?"

Gordon slowly turned his eyes back again.

Batwoman on the balcony looked at Batman. There was no surprise on both of their faces, because they had already deduced it before.

Gordon asked that female police officer to retrieve the file of the original case, but had to hide it from everyone, including Bruce. This wasn't normal.

Even if he was worried that there might be dark lines of those who snatched shares in the police station, he shouldn't have any need to hide it from Bruce, because those hyenas who snatched the inheritance were also Bruce's enemies. They should have been comrades on the same front in the first place.

But Gordon didn't intend to tell Bruce, even specifically emphasizing that the female police officer shouldn't tell Bruce either. Then it was obvious who he was suspecting.

"I fired the shot," Bruce said.

Gordon's hands gradually tightened on the sheets. Bruce lowered his head slowly and said, "I know it's too late to say this now, but I was angry at the time that you couldn't find the killer who killed my parents. I wanted to let a useless police officer like you accompany them to the grave."

Gordon's expression suddenly shattered; that fortitude and solemnity of the past, which had not been worn away even when he was reduced to skin and bones, seemed to collapse in an instant.

He became dazed and numb, his expression carrying a bit of pain that surged from his memories. The Wei En couple's case was a hurdle he couldn't get over in his life.

"Actually, I regretted it when I fired the first shot," Bruce sighed lightly and said, "I instinctively pulled the trigger, which led to all this. I know I am responsible, so I must take care of you."

"Even if I am a useless police officer?" Gordon said word by word in a hoarse voice, "A police officer who couldn't catch the criminal who killed your parents?"

Bruce was silent. After a while, he said in a low voice, "This is two different things, Uncle. We will move soon. I have already bought a new house, and everything will pass."

Gordon's lips began to tremble, and tears flowed from his dry eyes. He turned his eyes slowly to Bruce again, and Bruce had already stood up.

"Do you hate me?"

Bruce heard Gordon ask like this.

Bruce stood in place for a long time before taking a step towards the bedroom door. While turning the doorknob, he said, "No, Uncle, I don't hate you anymore."

"Of course you don't hate him, because your revenge has been completed," a low voice sounded from the other end of the room. Batman pulled aside the curtains and walked out.

Bruce turned to look at Batman who appeared suddenly, retreating backward like an ordinary person, his back tightly against the door panel, grabbing the phone next to him and saying, "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

"Are you going to call the police?" Batman said, "Things have come to this, are you still going to act? Are there no lack of audiences now?"

Batwoman also walked out, leaning against the wall next to her, standing with her arms crossed, staring at Bruce by the door.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"If you really fired the shot because Gordon was a useless police officer who couldn't find the killer who killed your parents, then you would have shot him dead with one shot, but you didn't."

"You let him live, live in a humiliating posture, let his surging heart of justice have nowhere to vent, unable to do anything in the real world, only able to constantly recall the past, enduring endless mental torture."

"You also deliberately let him see you. He knew clearly that you were the culprit behind all this. It's not that he hadn't hated you for turning him into this, but he still could only rely on you, and because he couldn't find the killer who killed your parents, he attributed all the tragedies he encountered to himself, torturing himself, completely unable to break free."

"You also let him think that you rely on him, let him think that you have feelings for him, that he is your last relative, so he couldn't even get rid of this torture by committing suicide, because he didn't want you to lose a relative again."

"You let him live a life worse than death but unable to die. You adopted the most tragic revenge method in the world, and now you tell him that you don't hate him. Don't you think you are despicable?"

Bruce looked at Batman with a dark face, as if thinking about something. Batwoman lowered her eyes and said, "Doing this to such an extent only proves that you are a natural sociopath, because ordinary people couldn't possibly witness his pain countless times over decades and remain indifferent. Regardless of whether he is his enemy or not, as long as there is empathy, it is unacceptable. And if you have no reaction, it proves that you are a lunatic."

"You didn't have any guilt when you told the truth," Batwoman shook her head and said. "You don't even have feelings. The only bit of depression and self-reproach might be reflecting on your creativity in torturing others, that it only went this far, that you couldn't think of more cruel means. You only care about this."

"I am not an ordinary person," Bruce suddenly opened his mouth and said. "Perhaps I am more like a loser, parents dead, everything taken away by relatives, no education, no ability, worked part-time for half a lifetime, and still have to carry a burden."

"You are trying to shape yourself into a victim," Batman said. "This is also a trick commonly used by sociopaths. When they say this, it proves that they are precisely not the victims of these tragedies, but the creators."

"You are just trying to make Gordon feel more guilty," Batwoman pointed out. "You want him to know how difficult it is for you, how long he has dragged you down, and thereby pretend to be an ordinary person who can't cope with ordinary life."

"I have indeed lived like this for most of my life," Bruce said plainly.

"But all this is because of the shot you fired back then," Batman wasn't disturbed by him at all, saying, "If you didn't fire those two shots, Gordon wouldn't be paralyzed in bed, and you wouldn't have to be busy running around. Isn't this something you brought upon yourself?"

"I was just impulsive."

"I said you weren't. If you were impulsive, you would have blown his head off with one shot, and wouldn't have accurately hit his spine," Batwoman smiled, showing a mocking expression, and said, "You don't think it's easier to let a person live well but be completely paralyzed than to blow his head off, do you? How long did you practice?"

"Then the cause of the matter should also be that he couldn't find the killer who killed my parents. He is a useless police officer," Bruce lowered his tone and said.

"Then you are also a useless clerk," Batman said. "Anyone who encounters you messing up any work should become a killer who shoots you. Perhaps your parents were also killed because they messed up something in their work, which was only right and proper."

Bruce's face sank. He stared at Batman, his eyes focused to the point of being scary.

Suddenly, he laughed.

"Are you here just to play this logic game with me? Then you won. However, if you don't leave my house again, I will call the police."

"Don't be in a hurry," Batman said in a calm tone. "Who was this world shaped by? Why was it shaped?"

"Don't you think it's too late to pursue this question now?" Bruce also said without concealment, "It has no meaning."

"Of course," Batman turned his head and said, "Because no matter who shaped it, it is about to be destroyed."

Batman turned and left, and Batwoman also left, but neither of them saw the corner of Bruce's mouth secretly raised behind them.

Arkham Batman, who was confronting Krypto at the door, froze. He heard the conversation between Bruce and Batman from the screen. He turned his head sharply to look at the screen and said, "What did he say? It is about to be destroyed?? This world is about to be destroyed???"

"But Jason's little daughter hasn't been born yet," Arkham Batman said dejectedly. "Just now at the family gathering, he said he was looking forward to it, of course..."

He could no longer care about the obstruction of these animals, and rushed out of the door fiercely. Krypto really had no choice but to fly and follow him, saying, "Where on earth are you going?"

"I want to enter this universe," Arkham Batman said. "I want to stop that Batman from destroying it. I must..."

Jason's happy smile flashed in Arkham Batman's mind again. This is the fate trajectory Jason should have had, he thought. He needed to let all this get on the right track. Even if the dream would eventually wake up, Jason should enjoy a while of peace here. This is what he deserves.

He absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to break this beautiful dream with violent means, let Jason return to the cold reality, let him have such a short time to escape the painful memories of the past, even if this person is another Batman.

In the real world, the Robins welcomed an unexpected guest, and that was Poison Ivy.

The matter was like this: they finally touched near Wei En Tower, and after experiencing a series of hardships in the fog, they finally climbed to the top of Wei En Tower and entered the office. But unfortunately, there was nothing left here.

There was no trace of the Robin King, and those crazy Robins couldn't explain where their boss had gone. The Robins had made a wasted trip again, which was inevitably a bit frustrating.

However, at this time, Poison Ivy walked out of the office's lounge. It seemed she had been waiting for them here.

"Alright, you finally came. It looks like you need help?" ===== CHAPTER 2489 =====