Gotham was a city with heritage and history. It was one of the first big cities to appear on the East Coast. There were currently eight million people in the city. In fact, if its notoriously bad security was better, the population of the city could probably increase by a third.
The oldest family in Gotham that appeared at the same time as the Wayne family was not the only one. There were three other families, but as time passed, the other three families had declined. Only the Wayne family, who had a peaceful way of doing things and had always been rooted in the local area, remained.
In the outskirts of Gotham, there was a vast private land with forests, lakes, and hills. It was like a geological park. This was the land of the Wayne family. The famous Wayne Castle had been burned down four years ago, but it had been rebuilt long ago.
A few months ago, the owner of the castle had finally returned to the place where he was born. He brought the mistress and the next young master of the place with him. It was as if his soul had returned to his body. This place, which was always cold in the past, had become more and more humane.
"Damian! Young Master Damian, where have you been? "
Four years later, Alfred, who had become older and older, struggled to support himself with a walking stick. He called out the young master's name in the crisscrossing castle garden.
Although he had said countless times that he wanted to enjoy his retirement, for Alfred, who had served the Wayne family for most of his life and was treated as a real family member by Bruce Wayne, this was his real home. Especially when he heard that the young master had returned to Gotham, the old Afo flew back to Gotham from Rome in a private jet.
He couldn't wait to use his remaining time to cultivate another outstanding successor for the Wayne family.
Regarding this, neither Rachel Wayne nor Bruce Wayne had any objections. To these two, Afo was also their elder.
"Damian, good boy, don't hide anymore. Come out and have lunch with the old Afo. Your parents will be back soon. You don't want them to teach you a lesson, do you?"
The rare warm sunlight in Gotham shone through the trees in the garden. There were birds chirping around, making the garden seem even quieter. The old Afo leaned on his walking stick and called out earnestly on the path, but there was no response. Just as the old Afo turned the corner in front of him, he saw the young master leaning against a tree trunk. There were wounds on his legs, and a man in a black trench coat was squatting there, talking to him.
The old Afo's somewhat muddled eyes suddenly sharpened. He rushed over with vigorous steps that did not match his age. He raised the walking stick in his hand, like an old lion protecting its cub.
"Stay away from Young Master Damian!"
Bang.
The walking stick was firmly grasped by a gloved hand. Saber turned around, his other hand carrying the confused little Damian. He took off his sunglasses and smiled at the old Afo.
"Long time no see, Alfred."
Afo looked at the face in front of him that did not seem to have changed in the passage of time. His eyes revealed a look that could be either relief or surprise. He let out a sigh of relief.
"Saber … I knew it. A person like you … won't die so easily."
Saber shrugged and let go of Afo's walking stick. He passed little Damian to Afo.
"This little cutie accidentally fell into that cave. He's like a knight who got trapped on an adventure. If I wasn't there, he would have spent the night in the dark."
He glanced at Afo, who was stroking the little Damian's wound with a pained look on his face. He said softly, "He found the bat cave by accident. It seems that this child is really talented. He really does have Wayne's blood in him."
"Sigh, I'd rather he didn't have any talent, or even be a playboy."
Afo took out a handkerchief and wiped Damian's wound as he spoke to Saber.
"Come, have a seat. Bruce will be back soon."
Saber was a little hesitant, but when he saw little Damian's curious eyes, he nodded and followed Afo into Wayne's castle.
Ten minutes later, Saber sat lazily on the sofa and looked at little Wayne, who was holding Afo's hand as they walked out. He had changed his clothes, but the movement of his left leg was still somewhat the same. That kind of abrasions were unbearable for a child, but the child's face was pale and he did not make a sound.
It was obvious that he was a strong boy, but at the same time, he was also a boy who was not very talkative. Since Saber carried him out of the bat cave, he had only spoken two sentences to Saber.
Afo went to prepare lunch, leaving Damian and Saber sitting face to face on the sofa. The child looked at Saber curiously, and Saber looked back at him.
"Does it hurt?"
Saber asked. Damian was a little hesitant, but in the end, he nodded and lowered his head.
"It hurts."
"Then why don't you cry?"
Saber asked again, "For children, shouldn't they cry if it hurts?"
Damian looked up at him and said in a childish voice, "Dad has a lot of scars too.
"Daddy also has many scars on his body, but he has never cried. Mommy said that it is a sign of manliness, so I cannot cry either."
"Yes, yes, your dad is a man."
Saber chuckled. "He's also a hero, a hero of this city."
It was easy to guess what children were interested in. When Saber mentioned this, Damian's eyes immediately widened.
"Mom and Dad never talk about their past. Can you tell me his story? Why did Afo say that my dad is a hero? "
Looking at Damian's pleading eyes, Saber thought for a moment.
"Okay … But this is a very long story. Don't you need to do your homework?"
Young Master Wayne patted his chest and said proudly,
"I finished it a long time ago! Those homework can't stop me, and there's still at least two hours before my parents come back. I have enough time to finish listening to your story. "
"Okay, okay … Then I'll start. This is a story about the Red Devil and the Black Bat that ran rampant in Gotham. The story started at the dock area. At that time, the dock area was …"
Alfred delivered lunch, but he did not interrupt Saber and Young Master Damian's story meeting. Bruce did not want to talk about the past because he felt that the stories of the past were meaningless. But now, one of the main characters of the story had returned, and it was more appropriate for him to tell it personally.
So, after a day of work, when Bruce Wayne and Rachel Wayne returned to Wayne Castle, they saw their son shouting and waving his fists in joy, and an old friend with his back facing them, sitting on the sofa and telling a story.
"Dad, Mom!"
When Damian saw his parents walk into the room, he ran up excitedly. The wound on his left leg was still hurting, but he ran very fast. With a passion that was completely different from his usual shyness, he threw himself into the arms of the surprised Bruce Wayne. This made Rachel, who had her arms open, feel a little embarrassed.
Damian used to be very close to his mother, but he was estranged from his stern-looking father.
"Dad, Dad, are you Batman? The hero who flew above Gotham at night and beat up the bad guys? You even defeated the Joker and saved the city a few times? "
Facing the eager anticipation in his son's eyes, Bruce gritted his teeth.
"No, child … That's just a story."
Damian's eyes dimmed, but at that moment, Saber said softly,
"Come on, Bruce, how long are you going to hide this from little Damian? The hero's blood flowing in his veins will never be extinguished. My advice to you is to give him the right guidance when he needs to grow up, so that he won't go down the wrong path. "
He stood up from the sofa and turned around. The moment she saw his face, Rachel covered her mouth and screamed. Tears welled up in her eyes. She jumped up and gave Saber a warm hug.
"I knew it … I knew it. You won't die so easily. I knew it. Ah, thank God. He sent you back."
Saber patted Rachel's shoulder. He turned his gaze to Bruce Wayne, who was also stunned on the spot. His eyes were full of smiles.
"Admit it, Bruce. Tell your children and your family the story of the past. Let them be proud of you."
Bruce Wayne looked at his son. He saw the excitement and anticipation in Damian's eyes that he had never seen before. He took a deep breath.
"Okay … Okay, son. Your father is … Batman."
"Yeah!!!"
Damian jumped out of Bruce's arms, raised his hands high, and circled around the living room. "Yeah! My dad is a superhero! Yeah! "
Five minutes later, in Bruce's study, Saber and Bruce sat face to face. Saber briefly told him about the past four years and then turned the topic to Bruce.
"You and Rachel traveled around the world for three years? Isn't that a little too long? "
"Damian was born during your journey?" Seiber asked with a smirk. "Damian was born during your journey? You guys really know how to have fun. "
"No, no, no, it's not what you think."
Bruce, who looked more mature, waved his hand, "It's not a trip around the world. In fact, we spent two years in Nepal. There was a special temple there. Rachel and I liked the environment there very much. If it weren't for Damian's birth, we would probably have continued to stay there."
"Nepal?"
Saber frowned. He stretched out his hand, tapped on the table, and suddenly said a place name, "Kamar-Taj?"
"Hmm?"
Bruce's eyes widened, "You know that place too?"
"Ancient One?"
Saber said another name, and Bruce's curiosity became even more intense, "You also know the Ancient One?"
"Okay … I won't ask!"
Saber raised his hands in surrender, "I don't want to know anything about the Ancient One, but I have to say that you're lucky, Bruce. The world is looking after you, but I'm here this time to say goodbye."
He looked at Batman in front of him with clear eyes, "I'm leaving Gotham. I don't know how long it will be before I come back again. If I'm not lucky enough, you may never see me again in this life …"
Bruce wanted to speak, but he was stopped by Saber's outstretched hand.
"Wait for me to finish … I also want to warn you about something, Bruce. Some" old friends "are back. It may sound incredible to you, but they have really returned from hell, and their target is you, Bruce Wayne, or rather, Batman!"
"But I'm not Batman anymore!"
Bruce whispered, "Batman is dead! He died in the final battle with the Joker! "
"Hehe … It seems that you still don't understand what I mean, Bruce."
Saber's eyes flashed with a red light. He took something out of his pocket and put it on the desk in front of him. It was a Joker card with Shadow Power wrapped around it, making Batman stunned. "They're back! They're in this city! You can't fool them! One of them is the most difficult opponent you've ever faced! "
"Joker?"
Bruce's eyes waited until they reached their limit. Saber shrugged.
"More than that … everyone! An unprecedented game has begun. Bruce, the worst thing is that you have no right to refuse. The opponent is aggressive and will not give up until they achieve their goal. Get the Bat Armor ready, Bruce … a fierce battle is coming! "
"You can't escape, you can't avoid it. Either you admit that you've lost and are a madman, or you can beat them in the face, just like before!"
Saber picked up his sunglasses from the desk, put it on his face, and shrugged.
"But it's not like there's no good news … I can't say too much, but … Gotham, don't leave this place. Here, you'll always be Batman. As long as your will is not broken, you'll never lose! Bruce, this is a battle that belongs to you alone. This time, I can't help you. "
He stood up and walked to the door of the study. When he stepped out of the room, Bruce whispered, "I don't want to wear that anymore.
"I … I don't want to wear that suit again. Bruce Wayne got everything he wanted, so Batman … shouldn't appear again."
Saber's footsteps paused for a moment, and he chuckled.
"Hehe, this is the most interesting part of this story. Most of the time, we don't have much power to resist. At the very least, when faced with this matter, you can't refuse … I can roughly guess that you feel that there's nothing that can bring you back to that time. No!"
Saber opened the door and walked out.
"In my opinion, you have more reasons to wear the Batsuit now, but it's no longer for this city to fight. It's for you, for Rachel, for Afo, for Little Damian … You're stronger than ever now, Bruce. A man who can give up everything for something, a man with persistence in his heart … You can't be defeated!"
"Awaken your other self, Bruce. Become the shadow of fear that soars in the sky above this city. The time left for you to hesitate … is running out."
"Become … the eternal Batman!"
His slightly deranged voice floated in the corridor.
"Listen, watch! The war drums have been beaten, the smoke is rising, the knights are in formation, the curtains of war have been raised in the sky, the cycle is endless, the battle is endless, the path of the hero … This is just the beginning. "
He walked out of Wayne Castle, and a kid in pajamas leaned against the window and waved at him.
"Uncle Saber, goodbye! You're welcome to come again! I like your story! "
Saber turned his head and looked at Little Damian. He waved his hand, and a silver light flashed across the sky in a beautiful trajectory, as though it had cut through the darkness, and finally flew towards Little Damian. It fell at the highest point and was caught by the little boy.
Damian looked at the heavy object in his hand. It looked like a toy. It was a silver bat knife that had been carefully carved. In the middle was a wide handle that could be grasped, but the bat wings on both sides had been sharpened, emitting a cold light.
On the back of the bat knife, there was a line of words that only Damian could see engraved with distorted flame words: "For Damian Wayne, a belated birthday present from the Red Devil."
Seiber took out a silver ghost mask and put it on his face. He waved his hands and waved them at little Damian. Crimson flames rose from his feet and quickly engulfed him. Just like a real devil, he disappeared on the spot. In reality, Seiber had only used his super fast speed to disappear into the darkness. However, he was willing to leave a memorable ending for a child, a perfect story that was worth remembering for the rest of his life.
However, this magical scene left Little Damian stunned on the spot. A moment later, the flames dissipated and formed a burning bat emblem on the ground. The child gripped the bat knife in his hand tightly. His eyes were filled with surprise and astonishment. He turned around and rushed out of the bedroom.
“Coooool！ The Red Devil! He's really the Red Devil! Mommy! Mommy … Uncle Saber is really the Red Devil! Those stories, those stories are all real! "
Batman's story had begun anew … Saber's story was about to continue.
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