I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

Chapter 104 - Some people may seem calm and collected, but are actually on the verge of collapse.

Seeing that Batman had already made his move, Ron nodded, leaped down from the building, and landed right next to Thomas, who was emerging from the alley. He asked:

"The home field is yours now. What are you planning to do next?"

Upon hearing this, Thomas didn't show much surprise. He simply exchanged a glance with Martha and then said, "Martha has other matters to attend to. Let's go to Wayne Manor first."

Thomas's face showed neither sadness nor joy; he simply straightened his clothes calmly.

Meanwhile, Martha gazed longingly at Bruce Wayne as he streaked across the sky, her eyes filled with lingering affection. Only when the dark figure completely disappeared behind the skyscrapers of Gotham City did she reluctantly turn her gaze away.

"I wish I could be by Bruce's side right now, but I know, I know very well, that just showing up like this isn't enough."

"We need to prepare a long-awaited gift, and only a gift that is good enough can make Bruce realize the relief of being free from his burdens."

"Ah, ah, my little Bruce, I will protect him..."

As she spoke calmly, Martha's voice inexplicably carried a slightly lamenting melody and a strange sense of destiny.

This calm madness concealed an endless obsession. Just listening quietly, Barry felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

The couple presented contrasting images. One partner, upon seeing their long-lost son, displayed a cold and indifferent gaze, seemingly without any intention of even greeting him. The other, while desperate to be with their son immediately, was still meticulously preparing a future gift…

"Hmm... I think we should prepare a cake or something?" Barry, scratching his head and smiling awkwardly, suggested, "A delicious cake is definitely needed for such a happy and joyful occasion!"

Martha simply glanced at Barry before looking away.

Seeing this, Ron also reminded him, "Although I won't interfere too much... it's best not to cause too many casualties."

"This universe is connected to your original universe. If this universe experiences a systematic collapse, then things will get really messed up."

"Of course," Martha nodded. Martha still respected Ron, the man who gave her another chance to see Bruce.

"Don't worry, I don't want to do anything to hurt little Bruce. I just want to lighten his burden and make him happy."

As she spoke, Martha turned her tender gaze to Thomas Wayne beside her. Approaching Thomas Wayne's imposing figure, Martha gently straightened his tie and the small flower on his lapel.

"He suffered so much while we were away. Now that we're back..."

"I know." Thomas Wayne's voice remained icy, but a hint of tenderness crept in.

"I will take him back to the carefree days of his childhood."

It should have been a heartwarming scene, but Barry couldn't help but shiver. The worry in his eyes was like that of a straight man who had accidentally wandered into a gay bar and had his butt slapped—tsk tsk, Barry was even wearing a tight-fitting outfit.

As they talked, Thomas and Martha parted ways to prepare for their own things.

Thomas had no intention of hiding anything, so his actions were equally straightforward. He quickly and completely teleported through the Infinite City, arriving at the entrance of Wayne's old mansion. Glancing at the house with a touch of nostalgia, Thomas said, "It's been a long time since I've been back here since that night..."

"You've never been here before; this is another world."

"I know," Thomas said, seemingly unconcerned, "but I don't care..."

Just like a drowning person will instinctively grab onto anything they can, whether it's straw or a tree trunk, they won't let go of anything they can hold onto.

Just as Thomas was speaking, a slightly aged but very capable and polite voice came from the door next to them.

"Hello, guests, and esteemed Mr. Flash. May I ask what brings you here that you need assistance?"

Although Wayne's mansion is an old mansion, as the residence of Gotham's richest man, it is bound to be heavily guarded. Otherwise, let alone dealing with those supervillains, given the generally honest and straightforward nature of Gotham City, the number of people attempting to steal from it every day could probably form a company.

Yes, the old house being far from the city center is probably due to these concerns. After all, Gotham City's downtown area changes location almost every so often. Just like how the richer the area, the more thieves there are—how much profit can you squeeze from the slums?

Unsurprisingly, the person asking the question was none other than Alfred, the butler.

Upon hearing Alfred's voice, a guilty-looking Barry instinctively covered his face. After noticing he was still wearing his battle suit, he sighed and met Thomas and Ron's gaze, saying, "Nothing, just passing by... I saw Bruce was out. So, do you need any help?"

"I asked the master, and he said it wasn't necessary. He will personally come back to receive you after he has finished dealing with these matters. If you don't mind, you can wait at the manor first, and I will provide you with the best service."

Hearing Bruce's reply and hearing Alfred's kindness, Barry felt a little guilty, gave an awkward laugh, and then said, "No, I have something to do, so I'll be going now..."

As he spoke, Ron activated the gate to the Infinite City, and with the opening of the dimensional portal, the three of them quickly vanished.

Alfred fell silent as he stared at the three people who had disappeared from the monitor.

Generally speaking, each superhero's identity and territory are clearly defined. It's not that cross-city crime fighting isn't supported, it's just that possessing superpowers and arbitrarily crossing boundaries can easily trigger a chain reaction. Especially in a dog-eat-dog place like Gotham, it's no exaggeration to say it's universally hated.

Clark spent a harmonious and happy childhood on a farm in Kansas; if he had grown up in Gotham, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Having spent most of his life as a butler in the treacherous Gotham, Barry tried to cover things up, but this level of concealment only deepened Alfred's suspicions.

After a moment of silence, Alfred nodded and picked up the dedicated communicator:

"This is Penny One, Bat Team. Respond if you hear me. Respond if you hear me."

While Alfred was still contacting the Bat-Squad, on the other side, Barry emerged from the dimensional portal and saw the familiar Batcave. He immediately jumped, then quickly said, "This is...you're not planning to just go straight in, are you?!"

"Then you should ask Thomas."

Hearing Ron and Barry's words, Thomas remained calm and said, "I've heard you mention it, Ron. Little Bruce is a shrewd man; he's very good at disguising himself. In that case, there's no need to go see the old mansion. No matter how magnificent it is, it's just a facade."

"The Batcave... a concise name. I think this is the only place that is truly his home now."

"It's not good to pry into a child's privacy," Ron said, seemingly unfazed, finding the situation increasingly amusing. He even added, "You haven't even met yet, and you're already trying so hard to spy on him. Ah, what a terrifying possessiveness! As a parent, shouldn't you respect his choices and have a proper talk with him at the table?"

"It's not the right time yet... and you know how he would react if we appeared directly in front of him."

Thomas calmly approached the entrance to the Batcave. With a mechanical hum, a red light began scanning Thomas's body. He pressed his fingerprint, and then his pupils were scanned. A moment later, after what seemed like extensive calculations, a slightly nostalgic voice came from the Batcave's hidden entrance.

"Welcome back, Dad."

Upon hearing this voice, Ron raised an eyebrow slightly, while Thomas paused briefly, remaining silent for a good ten seconds before regaining his previous indifference and resolve...

No, it's not that it has recovered, but rather that it has become even more determined.

Barry, standing to the side, pursed his lips in response, his expression somewhat complicated.

As the Flash, Barry may appear to be a naive college student, but he is a top-notch forensic scientist. While he doesn't meticulously record every little detail, distinguishing different voices from different people is still quite easy for Barry.

Now, Barry is certain that the "Welcome back" isn't Bruce's voice... at least, that slightly immature and naive voice is definitely not Bruce's voice now.

Ultimately, the same phrase "Cancer Loves Bestman" sounds completely different when spoken by Ding Zhen versus when spoken by a deep, magnetic bass voice.

It's safe to say that this is a recording Bruce made at least a decade ago.

And there's even irreplaceable physiological data about Thomas, including his fingerprints and iris scans...

"If I remember correctly, the Batcave was a secret base that Bruce built after he returned from his studies. Hmm~ I never thought the famous Batman would have such a childish side."

Ron said with a smile, "So eager for a naive fantasy that can only be hoped for to come true~"

"I have to admit, this has given me a completely new perspective on Bruce." Barry nodded in agreement, adding, "But I feel I need to apologize more..."

Ignoring the two men's incessant chatter, Thomas remained silent. After a moment, he took a deep breath and said, "Deliberately setting up such a notification sound in a secluded place like this... he's not mature enough."

"Um...is it possible that even if other people pass the scan, they won't receive a welcome greeting?"

"Anyway, there wasn't one when I came." The Flash shrugged and said, "Every time I come, I just open the door directly. I've never heard of any beeping sound... Well, Bruce often interrogates me like I'm visiting suddenly."

"Stop talking," Ron said. "Although a certain father may appear cold and aloof on the surface, his heart actually broke the moment he heard that voice."

Ignoring Ron's nonsense, Thomas simply stepped inside with a cold expression. The door closed immediately after Thomas entered, scanning Barry. Barry passed through. Then Ron was scanned, but this time the scan failed, and he didn't pass.

The moment the scan failed, the hidden door began to glow a blinding red light. But just as the alarm was about to sound, Thomas's right eye also emitted beams of red light. Then, everything was peaceful. The door opened, and Ron entered.

During the process, Ron also looked at Thomas with some curiosity and said:

"Wow, that's impressive, you're still wearing it? You're that fond of Cyborg, huh?"

"Cyborg's abilities, demonstrated in the final battle, qualified him for entry into the New World," Thomas explained calmly.

"However, Steelbone's AI core has been damaged, and decisions that exceed specifications are made by the authorized users. I am the only authorized user of the AI ​​core, so I brought him here. If there are any problems, I will send him back now."

"No, there's no problem."

Ron gave a thumbs-up and said, "As expected of the Wayne family, they're meticulous in their work. Right, Barry? Why the long face? Smile! You're upset that Cyborg is still alive, aren't you?!"

Barry flashed a bright smile that looked more like a grimace, his contorted expression resembling the eighteen pleats of a Goubuli steamed bun. At first glance, it looked like a fly hell, capable of squashing countless flies at once.

"I find it hard to be happy."

Why?

"Because the Justice League Watchtower was built under the leadership of Cyborg and Bruce," Barry said bitterly. "Only Cyborg and Batman could fully control all the technology and authority of the Watchtower."

"Don't worry, I won't interfere with the main program of the watchtower," Thomas said calmly.

"Really?" Barry exclaimed in surprise.

"Really," Thomas said. "The moment I arrived in this world, I packaged and copied the data. I didn't intend to intervene again... Hmm, the Cyborg in this world should have already discovered it. After all, the Cyborg in my body is not as technologically advanced as the Cyborg in this world."

"Yes, after all, your world is almost finished, so you really don't have the energy to develop productivity technology." Barry thought despairingly.

They've all gone to research weapons of mass destruction and destructive power, haven't they?

Based on a rough observation, the sonic cannon power of Cyborg in the Flashpoint universe where Thomas was located was at least three times that of Cyborg in his memory...

Meanwhile, noticing the unusual signal coming from the secret entrance to the Batcave, Barbara called out to Drake and Todd beside her:

"There's some noise outside! Let's go check it out!"

(End of this chapter)