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Chapter 103 - Don't worry, Bruce won't have time to look for you anymore.

Once Ron confirmed that there were no other problems with the wolves, he breathed a sigh of relief.

According to a certain cuckolded male toilet game, the members of the team also have their own lives.

Based on this, Ron was quite concerned about the team's ability to operate smoothly in his absence.

And now, the utility poles have proven me right!

To be fair, if Kratos from before God of War 4 had come, Ron would have sent him back to Greece without a second thought—let whoever wants to come, come. Don't send this guy, who's obsessed with revenge and anger, to my side.

But when God of War 4 arrived, Ron immediately perked up.

As we all know, middle-aged people often have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise. Although Kratos's elderly parents have been almost entirely wiped out, with Atreus to care for him, Kratos would work tirelessly just to earn Atreus's tuition and provide him with a better life so that Atreus could better control the divinity within him.

Kratos hasn't quite adjusted to his new life yet, but that's okay. Once he does, for the sake of the children, even without Ron saying so, Kratos will surely work tirelessly on sunny days, keep working in the light rain, work slowly in the heavy rain, and even sneak in some work during inspections.

That's why some companies prefer men in their thirties. They're not only in their prime, but they also have family responsibilities on their shoulders—they're practically born workhorses.

Well, by the same token, Geralt and wolves would also be good candidates for cattle and horses.

Geralt's problems extend beyond simply settling down; there's also the issue of Vesemir joining the party—Ron is quite interested in the Witcher. While Witchers may have average strength, they are exceptionally skilled at problem-solving and possess a far superior understanding and mastery of weapons and tools.

They might not be able to handle high-risk world missions like the ones Ron took on, but solving low-difficulty and medium-difficulty missions wouldn't be too difficult. And across the infinite diversity, worlds like the Flashpoint universe, which constantly face apocalyptic crises, are only a minority. Just like Ron's previous incarnation, the vast majority of worlds are inhabited by 'indispensable ordinary people'.

Or rather, NPCs.

Sigh, just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

Well, Ding Han is done. He can talk to the higher-ups in the organization about reducing the entry fees for high-quality demon hunters.

It can't be too low either, since the mission is related to the development of the world itself. For safety reasons, even though the Witcher has undergone countless tests, we still have to select the best of the best.

He also faces the challenge of overcoming the genetic problems of the Witcher's mutation and the physiological problems of the Sorcerer's mutation. With so much pressure... and driving force, Geralt will likely be even more diligent in taking on quests in the future.

As for the wolf, needless to say, he wouldn't hesitate to commit suicide for the sake of the princess.

But then again, when did my thinking start to become like this?

Feeling a little awkward, Ron touched his neck. Suddenly, he felt like the telephone poles outside the street were beckoning to him... Damn it, they're so annoying! I'll tear them all down later!!

He arrived at Thomas's cabin, grumbling and cursing. He knocked on the door and, looking at Thomas Ron, dressed in a suit and tie, felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Look at that crisp suit, that upright posture, that neat tie, and that little white flower on his chest—he looks like perfect material for hanging utility poles!

Speaking of which, what kind of business did Thomas start out in the Flashpoint Universe? Uh, not a capitalist, but a casino owner. Thinking of this, Ron's expression softened further. He patted Thomas on the shoulder, his knowing smile sending chills down one's spine.

Even if it's a reckoning, Thomas's priority is much higher than his own.

Although he didn't understand why Ron was looking at him with such a smile, Thomas didn't care. Back in the original world, when preparing for the final battle with Superman, Thomas had already gained a fairly good understanding of Ron. There was nothing to worry about in him just smiling like this; it was probably just a sudden, incomprehensible thought forming in his head.

Yes, just like Ms. Ciri said.

To facilitate effective cooperation, Ciri explained to Thomas why Ron was prone to making blunders, such as his career path. Thomas, a former casino owner, had seen all sorts of people and didn't seem to care much.

Looking at Ron, Thomas simply asked quietly, "What's the next step?"

"You'll have to figure that out yourself," Ron said. "I'm only responsible for getting you there; how you communicate with Bruce is your problem."

As he spoke, leaning against the wall, Ron said with a helpless expression, "I've been dealing with the relationships between fathers and sons, and mothers and sons, all this time. While it's true that it's necessary to design meaningful lines to keep the story exciting and captivating, honestly, can't you guys just talk like normal people?"

"...What are you talking about?"

"...Nothing, I just don't want to deal with family issues." As he said this, Ron looked up and called out to Thomas from behind:

"So, Ms. Martha, how are your preparations going?"

In the dimly lit room, Martha sat elegantly at her dressing table. While described as elegant, one could sense that Martha was incredibly happy and lively. She hummed a song Ron couldn't understand—though he couldn't decipher it, considering Martha's mental state, the lyrics were likely quite inappropriate for children, bordering on the grotesque.

As she sang, Martha brushed the contents of the bottles and jars onto her face.

Yes, especially her cheeks. That smile, cut out with a knife, was far too grotesque; even after stitches, it still resembled the Slit-Mouthed Woman. But now, thanks to Martha's masterful makeup skills, the enormous scars were quickly reduced to a faint line.

Then she applied something that was hard to tell whether to call loose powder or foundation, plus setting spray, and soon Martha regained the elegance befitting a noblewoman.

But how to put it? Although she appears elegant, a closer look reveals that Martha's eyes are filled with a twisted excitement. This bizarre feeling is hard to describe, but it's certain that even with the same outward appearance, Martha's inner self has been forever killed and forever changed by that night in Crime Alley.

No matter how hard Martha tries to return to her original form, she is merely putting a dead skin on a soul that has already changed.

"Ready? Of course ready!" Martha said happily. "My beloved little Bruce, he must be having a hard time. But it's okay, Mommy's here, Mommy's here..."

Watching Martha, who had started singing as she spoke, Ron felt she'd be perfect for a visit to the Disney film set next door, or perhaps even Bollywood. After all, the Joker—if he can sing well, he can dance well too. It's just a bit of a shame this is DC.

Or rather, in any superhero universe, the better you start, the worse your voice will sound later. The same applies to running and jumping; they'll eventually become tools for crime. Especially in Gotham, if your special skills can't pave the way for your criminal path, you're destined to spend your life in Arkham Asylum.

"Alright, let's not delay, let's set off now."

As he spoke, Ron clapped his hands, and the teleportation portal that had been prepared beforehand was then fully opened.

Back in his original world, The Flash, Barry, felt that his life during this period had been incredibly blissful.

You can't blame Barry for thinking that way; after all, many things are revealed through comparison. Thinking about the mess that happened in the Flashpoint universe, and then looking at his own world, Barry felt incredibly lucky—just as he was thinking this, he suddenly noticed a slight fluctuation in spacetime.

This kind of fluctuation is imperceptible to ordinary people; in fact, very few members of the Justice League can truly sense it. The reason I can sense it now is because I've traveled to the Flashpoint universe, and my participation is still needed in the subsequent events, which is why I can feel it.

Ron and the others are here?

Thinking to himself, Barry turned around and called out to Dr. Elias, who was repairing the cosmic treadmill, "Doctor, I have something to attend to, I'll be leaving for a bit!"

"Where are you going?" Dr. Elias asked upon hearing this. "The treadmill upgrade is almost complete. Why don't you try it out first and see how it goes before you leave?"

"It's urgent, I can't make it."

As he spoke, Barry began to stretch. Seeing this, Dr. Elias nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Is it the one from last time..."

"Yes, I have to go and handle that. Sigh, things are a bit complicated. I'll stop here, see you later!"

"Okay, turn around..."

Before Dr. Elias could finish speaking, Barry had already vanished in a blur. Seeing this, Dr. Elias could only shake his head helplessly and continue his work.

Barry didn't tell anyone about what happened in the Flashpoint universe—not to mention Thomas, he didn't even reveal the relationship between Aquaman and Diana in the other world.

After all, they are a team. If this kind of news gets out, even if the person involved doesn't think there's a problem, those around them will have a headache.

Just like actors in the entertainment industry, they're constantly on different sets, and a single opposite-sex co-star can mean three to five months, or even a year or two, of working together. Not to mention the on-screen kissing and kissing; it's not uncommon for co-stars to end up in bed together. Now, if Mera knew that the Aquaman from another world had married Diana and even had his brain optimized…

Well, Barry certainly wouldn't dare to say anything out of line.

After a long drive, Barry arrived in Gotham.

In a place as vast as Gotham, finding someone isn't easy. But for Barry, it was no problem. Activating his Speed ​​Force, he soon sensed a signal coming from the surrounding space. Barry then quickly arrived at a small building.

"Hey! Ron, long time no see!" Barry greeted Ron warmly as he appeared before him. "What have you been up to lately? I've been maintaining order in Central City!"

"That's true. Having already experienced it once, you probably wouldn't even care if Reverse-Flash from this world came after you again."

"Uh... I still mind a little. But it's okay, I've already seen my mother's message in another world." Barry patted his chest.

"I can feel my mother's longing and love. Although I still feel regret, I will not let her down!"

Seeing the light in Barry's eyes, Ron nodded understandingly and said approvingly, "I hope Bruce thinks the same way."

"...Well, that's hard to say."

Remembering why he had come here, Barry's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

In the Flashpoint universe, to coordinate with everyone in the fight against the mutated Superman, Barry spent a considerable amount of time communicating with Thomas and Martha the Joker. It's no exaggeration to say that while Thomas's engineering, practical skills, and tactical planning abilities are inferior to Bruce's, he's a master among masters when it comes to killing enemies—the kind of master that even Deathstroke would have to bow down to.

After all, the fact that Thomas could single-handedly transform Gotham into an impenetrable fortress of fear during the apocalypse and maintain relative order and peace demonstrates his extraordinary abilities.

However, one thing is certain, and that is...

"I think Bruce will have a headache dealing with his son from now on..." Barry glanced helplessly at Thomas and Martha, who were dressed in suits and ties.

Standing on the rooftop, Barry could clearly see the couple standing silently in the crime alley.

The two remained silent, heads bowed, holding each other's hands. In different worlds, in the same sorrowful place, they stood in silence, as if conducting a silent funeral.

"I think they must be saying goodbye to little Bruce in that world and making a promise to the Wayne couple in this world."

"I think I should go apologize to Bruce." Barry looked helpless; even now, he didn't know whether it was the right thing to do or not.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine," Ron reassured him.

"Are you really alright? Thomas and the others really...?"

"You've got it wrong." Looking at Barry's pitiful expression, Ron patted Barry on the shoulder and said:

"What I mean is that with Thomas and Martha coming to Gotham, the future Bruce will be so busy he probably won't even have time to look for you."

"...You're really good at comforting people," Barry said blankly. "I'm already starting to think about whether I should apologize in advance..."

The two were chatting away when suddenly a large light came on above the Gotham Police Department, and the silhouette of a bat was projected onto the clouds in the sky.

As the alarm sounded, a stealth aircraft flew in from a distance, followed by a bat-like figure gliding rapidly toward the crime scene.

(End of this chapter)