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Bruce opened his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

He blinked his sore eyes, but still saw countless shadows of people moving through a black and white Gotham City, surrounded by rustling sounds of air currents, casting streaks of light and shadows.

“Am I going to hell?”

Bruce laughed to himself and began searching his memory, trying to figure out what had happened before.

"Hey, Master Wayne is awake!"

Martin approached the naked Bruce with a frivolous voice.

There aren't many opportunities like this to watch Batman.

Bruce turned his head and looked at the ninja dressed in black, thinking about everything that happened before he fell into a coma.

"It's you?"

He was about to ask what happened when he saw from the corner of his eye that his body was pierced by black threads, connecting to a sea of blurry shadows.

"What did you do to me?" Bruce asked, frowning.

He didn't resist because he couldn't feel his body at all.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm your savior."

Martin met Bruce's gaze and plucked the silk threads on his body.

"My name is Martin..."

Martin introduced his identity, and the vague memories in Bruce's mind resurfaced.

He quickly accepted this reality, looked up and down at Martin in ninja costume, and didn't ask any other questions.

"By the way, I just killed the Joker."

When Bruce heard Martin say this calmly, he felt his heartbeat suddenly stop.

Logically, this is not surprising.

Martin is not a vigilante, and it is normal for him to kill the enemy when faced with a threat.

Gotham police didn't do that in the past because they didn't have the ability to do so.

If the Gotham police had that ability, they would have killed all the criminals in Blackgate Prison and Arkham Asylum long ago.

"I never thought that the fight between him and I would end up like this."

Hearing the news of the Joker's death, Bruce felt relieved. He rarely relaxed and didn't think about anything.

Martin did not break his current peace, and said slowly: "You have been alone for too long, and you regard yourself as the representative of Gotham's order. When facing the chaos and disorder of Gotham, there will always be times when you feel helpless, so you regard the Joker as a representative, forcing yourself to continue to act."

"you are right."

For the first time, Bruce took off his hard shell and revealed a bit of his soft heart.

"It is always easier to fight against a person than against an invisible order. It is reasonable for Jason to hate me. I promised him a future and he paid his life for it. What else can I say if the result is like this?"

Thinking of the child whose temperament had changed drastically, Bruce felt a piercing pain in his heart.

"Jason has been locked up by Dick. It won't be too late to deal with him later."

Martin did not continue the topic of order. He said in a deep voice: "What we should focus on now is the League of Assassins and the venom hidden by the Joker. This is why I put you here." "You say." Bruce's eyes became firm and he regained his concentration at work.

"Talia took you and her son to take control of Wayne Group, but I always feel that it is too stupid to expose myself like this. The Joker created a venom that can turn a person into another him. According to him, the venom is enough to infect the entire Gotham. The hiding place is still unknown."

"Son?" Bruce had two big question marks in his eyes: "Are you sure?"

Bruce knew that Talia would never tell such a lie that could be easily exposed, and the two of them did have a night of pleasure.

But faced with his son who suddenly appeared, he subconsciously chose to resist and could not explain his feelings.

Martin nodded, "According to Alfred, reports show that the children you and Talia are bringing have a high degree of genetic similarity, so there won't be a problem."

Bruce took a few deep breaths, adjusted himself, and continued: "I'm afraid Talia is just a pawn being driven by others. If she can control the Assassin's League, there is no need to use this method to seize the Wayne Group."

"Her plan is easy to break. As long as she shows up, she won't be able to gain any advantage even if she has the child. But the real mastermind will probably hide and never show up again."

"This matter is not urgent. You can stay out of the spotlight for now and be a behind-the-scenes mastermind to see who has the stronger hand."

Martin didn't take Talia seriously either.

"You can also take this opportunity to find the venom that the Joker has hidden. This is the imminent trouble."

"Then you can let me go." Bruce pointed to his chest with his chin, signaling Martin.

Martin did not move, and continued: "This is the third problem. The Joker also injected you with venom. I put you in this shadow kingdom, and your body was transformed into a shadow, so the venom can't work. But once you return to reality, the venom will subtly affect your body."

"That madman would continue to fight me even if he died."

Bruce wasn't surprised, this was what the Joker would do.

"He wants to convert me, and I want to defeat him. Let me put an end to this fight and see who is the final winner between the two of us."

Martin looked at Bruce's high morale, frowned and said, "Now that the Joker is dead, no one will remember him except Harley Quinn. And you are still alive, and there are many people around you who care about you. This is your victory."

He reached out and pulled out the black thread from Bruce's body and said to him, "I believe in you, Bruce. Don't let all my efforts these days go to waste."

Bruce's upper body gradually regained consciousness. He turned his wrist, looked at Martin, and asked in a deep voice, "You are a person who travels between worlds. You can just leave. Why do you get involved in the turmoil in Gotham?"

"Because I'm a good person."

Martin answered the question without thinking: "I don't like to see others suffer. If such a thing happens to me, I will stop it once, and I will stop it a hundred times if there are a hundred of them."

"There will always be more suffering. What's the point of doing this?" Bruce asked subconsciously.

"Someone once asked me, most people live in this world, they can't even guarantee their own food and clothing, they don't contribute to the world and society, but they still struggle, what's the point?"

Martin pulled out all the threads from Bruce's body and stared into his eyes: "I answered him, life itself is the meaning. Without countless ordinary people turning their meaningless lives into firewood for history, how can the fire of human history be ignited?"

"Today I give you the answer, Mr. Wayne. Salvation itself is the meaning!"

It's love at first sight, that's how Bruce felt when he looked at Martin. It's not love in the popular sense, but a feeling of comrades who can support each other.

He stood up, stood in front of Martin, and said seriously: "Promise me, if I fail, kill me the first time."

Martin smiled and shook his head: "You underestimate me, Mr. Wayne. Maybe tomorrow I will become a miracle doctor, and then I can directly crack the clown venom?"

"Don't be too pessimistic!"

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