I train Batman in a horror world

"Besides that, there's one more thing that really needs to be prepared, and that's determination."

"But my young master, you already possess this determination."

Alfred patiently explained to his young master the equipment he actually needed to prepare.

He pointed to Bruce's bundle and said:

"These things are of no use to you at all."

"..."

Bruce wrinkled his little nose and said, "But how am I supposed to defend myself without these weapons? Even if you say money is the most important thing, the problem is I'm still a child. If I have too much money, I'll definitely get into more trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Alfred raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat gratified by the young master's thoughts.

While other children his age were playing in the mud, his young master was already considering so many factors.

I don't know whether to praise them or feel sorry for them.

Alfred laughed and said, "You know you're just a child, my young master."

"To be honest, even with these weapons, what can you do in a real dangerous situation?"

"I don't think a small child can be very powerful."

"Yes," Foul interjected, "Even when the Desolate Emperor was still drinking beast milk, he was already incredibly powerful."

"......who is he?"

Bruce forcefully pulled the butler's face towards him, "Don't pay any attention to this guy."

Bruce wasn't in a good mood.

Everything he had prepared was rejected by Alfred.

"Can't I even have a weapon to hold my own?" Bruce said, feeling wronged.

"Oh, my young master, how could this be?"

Alfred smiled and continued, "Appearances are deceptive. If you can think of deceiving Reschog, you can certainly fool others."

"No one would perceive a child as a threat."

"!!!"

Bruce's eyes lit up at that moment.

At this point, Fowler frantically boasted, "Look, he's blessed, and I'm blessed too. It's practically like I'm the one teaching you; you should be thanking me!"

Bruce retorted irritably, "What's it to you?"

Foul said, "Hey, I provided the training facilities, you dare say I'm useless!?"

Bruce had nothing to say.

Because of the Bat Cave, and the well-trained butler, Ah Fu.

Lei Xiaogu's surveillance was actually not very effective.

Staying inside Wayne Manor, they will only show Rayshaw what he wants to see.

Lei Xiaogu had no way of knowing their true thoughts.

Alfred led Bruce by the hand into the manor hall.

He had already prepared the necessary luggage for Bruce.

Bruce opened it and found only some very simple clothes.

The important thing mentioned earlier—money.

Not a single hair!

"Where's the money?"

"In my belly." Foul leaned over Bruce's shoulder, patted his own belly, and made a crisp sound.

"Why should I be here with you?" Bruce asked, annoyed.

"What else can I do? You'll carry those dozens of pounds of gold bars!" Fu Er retorted.

Bruce snorted.

Alfred explained, "Gold is hard currency, and considering that the unfamiliar world you're going to may not use the same currency, I chose gold, which is the safest bet."

"Although I would love to train with you, young master, I cannot, so I can only trouble Foul to keep these gold pieces safe."

At this point, the annoying bat deliberately put his hands on his hips, looking as irritating as could be!

Bruce pursed his lips, intending to take the luggage, but Alfred took it from him instead.

"Let's go, Master Bruce, the car is waiting for us," the butler said with a smile.

"..." Bruce nodded, remaining silent for a moment.

To be honest.

He had a strange thought in his mind.

Is it because of a guilty conscience?

Or is it his fear, which he hates the most?

Alfred cared for him so much, thoughtfully preparing everything for him without asking a single unnecessary question, as if he would always support him.

Step out of the manor and onto the fresh lawn.

Bruce couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Alfred...aren't you disappointed in me?"

Alfred asked curiously, "Why would you ask that, my lord?"

Bruce mustered his courage and said, "Am I a disobedient child in your eyes? I think what I should do now is to follow your arrangements and, in the days to come, become someone like Mom and Dad, and not tarnish the Wayne name."

Upon hearing this, a smile involuntarily appeared on Alfred's face.

He crouched down, bringing his eyes level with Bruce's.

Instead of answering Bruce's question, Alfred asked two questions.

One of the questions is:

"Do you remember what you promised me before?"

"What?"

"Stop being afraid. Do you think you've succeeded, young master?"

"...Probably."

"You did it."

Another question is:

"So, Mr. Bruce, do you remember our first meeting?"

"I remember, it's right here."

Bruce looked around at the lush green lawn. It was here that he first met Alfred when his father brought him back.

"Do you remember what you did?" Alfred asked.

"Shall I help you with your suitcase?" Bruce said.

"Helping the butler carry his suitcase is clearly not the behavior of a young master."

Alfred chuckled. "I said, 'Young Master Bruce still has a lot to learn,' and I remember your reply clearly: 'The first thing I want to learn is your strange accent.'"

"It seems that you have learned more than I imagined, young master."

"It's good that you have things you want to do, and it's equally good that you have the same determination as Mr. Thomas."

"How could I possibly be disappointed in you, Master Bruce? How could I?"

At this point, the butler opened his arms and hugged little Bruce tightly.

"Your husband and wife will be proud of you, believe me, they will."

"..."

Bruce suddenly felt like crying, but then he noticed a hard object in his pocket.

He reached out to touch it.

This thing seems to be...

At that moment, Alfred released the hug and winked at Bruce.

"This stuff is even more useful than gold," he said.

"..." Bruce blinked as well.

In the time that followed.

Bruce, Alfred, and the heavily pregnant Fowler got into the car together.

Alfred was driving the car alone.

On the surface, they were going to drive to a completely new and unfamiliar place for a vacation to relax.

In reality, the car stopped in a deserted corner shortly after leaving Gotham.

Bruce opened the car door, picked up his luggage, and got out.

Alfred, of course, wouldn't stay in the car.

He stood next to the young master, watching how Bruce and Fowler communicated.

Then, a vortex tunnel that defies all physical logic appeared not far away.

Bruce walked toward the swirling vortex, then suddenly stopped and glanced at Alfred, who had been watching them.

"What? Should we postpone training?" Foul asked.

"No." Bruce shook his head.

He put down his luggage and strode toward Alfred, just as the butler had done not long ago.

Bruce hugged the butler. "I'll be back, Alfred. Don't worry about me!"

Alfred affectionately patted the young master's head: "Be careful, Young Master Bruce."

Bruce used a great deal of effort to get out of the butler's arms.

He returned to the vortex passage.

Fowler was already yawning.

Bruce knew it was time for him to leave.

"I'm leaving, Afu!"

"Have a safe journey, Master Bruce."

As Bruce stepped into the vortex gate, both the man and the bat vanished simultaneously.

Soon after, the vortex passage disappeared as well.

The butler stood there, watching for a long time, speechless.

From the housekeeper's perspective.

Alfred did not consider himself a competent butler.

in contrast.

He considered himself a terrible housekeeper.

He should stay by Bruce's side at all times to ensure his safety.

But he didn't.

He watched as Bruce left.

"Mr. Thomas, Mrs. Martha, how I wish you could see this."

"Young Master Bruce has found what he believes to be the meaning of life."

"I really hope you can see this."

......

......

......

The boundless darkness seemed to be devoid of any light source.

Bruce blinked several times to make sure he hadn't lost consciousness.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The darkness still exists.

"Foul, are you there?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Isn't this a bit too dark?"

Are you scared?

"How is that possible!"

In a daze.

Bruce suddenly heard a voice coming from outside the darkness.

"Who's there!?"