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Chapter 182 Guess where your parents died? Bruce

Lucien had to say that he didn't like fighting, especially not fighting with people he couldn't beat... His clean and tidy black windbreaker rolled on the ground and was covered in mud. His hair, which was smooth and flat with hairspray under his round hat, had the hat knocked off while he was running away, leaving his hair disheveled.

Low-soled leather shoes are not suitable for running, jumping, or dodging.

The umbrella, which could barely be used as a stick, was broken by the Silent Bat in no time.

"Damn it."

Unpleasant words could not help but come out of his mouth, and he cursed the Silent Bat's parents and ancestors for eighteen generations, mocking everything from his innate genes to his life value device.

However, it was of no use.

The Silent Bat was still chasing after him, relentless.

"..."

Cat plays with mouse.

Lucien thought of this adjective.

The moon was so bright that the stone bricks were illuminated with a silvery white. It was hard to tell whether it was intentional by Lucian or just a coincidence.

A sign hanging on the wall that read Crime Alley reflected the dim light.

Well, he did it on purpose.

Lucian stopped and let the Silent Bat knock him to the ground. His face was hit hard to the side, and it was swollen and bruised.

The Silent Bat roared like a trapped beast from its chest.

"Hey, listen, running dog, do you remember where this is?" Lucian desperately turned his head back, trying to see the figure of the Silent Bat, but unfortunately he failed. His head was pressed hard to the ground and stuck to the dirty tiles.

Lucian didn't care. Instead, his body generated heat from prolonged exercise, and the coolness of the tiles made him breathe a sigh of relief. He said with a malicious teasing tone: "This is where your father and mother died~"

"Need an expired parent voucher? Or would you rather solve the riddle 'What walks into an alley with six legs and comes out with two legs'?"

Hunchback was the most violent Batman Lucian had ever encountered. His strength was like a meteor hammer used in demolition. He even felt a fishy sweetness in his throat.

"Ahem..." Lucian spat out the blood in his mouth, but his expression remained unchanged. "Why are you so angry? I thought you didn't care about your parents' death at all... Look, you're actually serving the culprit who killed them?"

"Oh my, you don't really think that what Alfred found out back then was the truth - that an eight-year-old child like you could kill your parents? Oh my God ~ Bruce, Bruce, tell me, when you were eight years old, were you still dreaming of becoming the great hero Zorro?"

Lucian's body twisted on the ground like a maggot - if Batman from another world came here, he would not find him any different from the Joker.

He clicked his tongue, hummed a strange tune in his throat, and then laughed heartily under the heavy punch of the Silent Bat.

Until the Silent Bat could no longer bear it, he grabbed Lucian's neck with his hands and lifted him up from the ground.

"Oh, ha... uh." Struggling, broken and blurred syllables drilled into the ears of the Silent Bat: "Hey, why - eight-year-old Elliot, can convince the driver - to kill your parents?"

……

In the story of Hush Bat, the truth behind the Wayne couple's death is that eight-year-old Elliot persuaded his chauffeur to commit the murder in order to adopt Bruce Wayne.

A few years later, the driver killed his parents again so that Elliot could inherit the estate immediately.

So the question is, what benefit did eight-year-old Elliot promise this driver? Did he save the driver's life? Or... someone else?

Like, the Court of Owls?

If the leaders of the Wayne and Elliot families are killed, the biggest winner will not be the young heir... Especially since Lucian has also experienced the -32 universe, the Court of Owls really wants to kill the Waynes.

This made him guess that the Court of Owls had sent the driver to kill two couples after realizing that Elliot had this idea.

……

Why couldn’t Silent Bat think of the doubts that Lucian could think of?

Similarly, why at the end of the comic world, Hush-Bat only took revenge on the so-called "upper class", superficial Elliot, and ignored Lincoln March, who became president - the famous "brother" of Bruce Wayne in other stories.

The Silent Bat was probably given a psychological hint, just like him now, coming silently as if "carrying out a mission", without trying his best and without showing any emotions.

……

It still has to be Crime Alley, it still has to be the Waynes.

Lucian felt the hand holding his neck gradually loosen, and the Silent Bat seemed to realize this strangeness.

“Ahem…”

His palms completely loosened, and Lucien's feet fell back to the ground. They were a little weak and he couldn't stand steadily, so he half-knelt on the ground, coughing heart-wrenchingly.

He honestly felt that pure Dionysus factor was not as useful as inferior ones.

The attributes of the two cards, Undying and Undead, are repeated.

……

In this world, Arkham Asylum is owned by the "government". Of course, the Elliot family also owns a portion of the shares. In short, it is not difficult for the Court of Owls to implant psychological suggestions in the heart of a child who grew up here and has no relatives.

But the implant was not conspicuous... The Court of Owls did not directly confront the Silent Bat, and did not stop him from escaping and seeking revenge... Or perhaps they were happy to see the birth of this humanoid dog, standing at a high place and solving threats for them.

But there is still a doubt here. If the Silent Bat does not know that he is being controlled by the Court of Owls, how could Jack not know? How could Alfred not know?

Unless... all of them.

Lucian thought of a comic called "Pale Knight": In this book, the Joker and Batman are both puppets of the capitalists on the stage of society, and are two pitiful people.

So similar to now.

……

You can’t just believe in books.

Lucian thought silently in his heart.

The unpredictable laughter and the little Bruce who couldn't tell whether it was cruelty or the strange light of dawn were telling him this.

Even if you know how the plot develops, it's useless... No matter which timeline it descends into, the benefits brought by the script are meager.

More of it is misleading.

This is a real world.

……

Silent Bat looked at the scene around him and remembered the name "Elliot", which he had not thought of for a long time.

It's like suddenly waking up from a dream while sleepwalking, or like the membrane of personality switching being broken.

The Silent Bat realized the problem. He no longer looked at the clumsy Lucian, but looked through the wall and locked his sight on the place where he usually sat.

Also, Lucian didn't know one thing, that the Silent Bat was not trained to be a hound, or rather, becoming a hound was only a matter of today, or even, only a matter of tonight.

Chapter 183 How to Discredit Alfred

"To be honest... I really, really, deeply sympathize with you."

Lucian panted for a long time, but finally gave in and lay on his back on the ground, his neat black windbreaker pressed under him. He put the slightly wrinkled cigarette into his mouth:

"Also, you really should thank me. Without me, you might not even know you were being treated like a dog in your lifetime."

"No." Silent Bat said the first words since they met: "It was Jack who controlled me."

"Ok?"

"In the morning, he came to me to apologize. I was caught off guard and was hypnotized."

Lucian was impressed by Jack's decisiveness and understood the meaning of Jack's action - because the Silent Bat's weaknesses were different.

This is a helpless child who will only fight back when he is hurt, and the fact that Jack controls the Silent Bat is in his minefield.

"It seems he betrayed you." Lucian bit his tongue, his words a little unclear.

The Silent Bat didn't speak.

"What now? Revenge? Jack or those cooing birds?"

In the moonlight, Lucien's face was heavily shadowed, but his eyes were bright enough, like a skull with soul fire emerging from its eye sockets. He tilted his head as if trying to be cute: "Do you need help?"

"I'm more curious about why you're standing here."

Lucian laughed bitterly. "If I said this was a coincidence—that I was homeless and wandered into a room, only to find the owner dead, so out of kindness I helped him avenge him, and after that, I refused to become a dog, and so I was hunted by you... would you believe me?"

Silent Bat didn't say whether he believed it or not.

"Or maybe you prefer this explanation—I've been following you since I escaped death. With Jack's tip, I discovered your predicament, so I deliberately approached the flock of birds, luring you to chase me. I brought you to this place and used Mom and Dad to bring you back to your senses..."

Lucian looked at the face of the Silent Bat. God knows how he could see the expression of a person wrapped in gauze. Anyway, he whistled triumphantly:

"I knew the world needed white lies... Which of my words touched you? Let me guess—'at Jack's suggestion'?"

……

Jack Napier, a good man, at least as far as the Silent Bat is concerned.

"Even though he hurt you, you don't hate him that much, right?" Lucien sat up and spit the cigarette butt out of his mouth: "You actually hate me."

He looked up at the Silent Bat, looking up as if he were gazing at a statue. "The change started with me... I disrupted your orderly life, instigated your friends to betray me, and made everything worse. Indeed, indeed, it's me you should hate."

"No." Silent Bat said, "This will explode sooner or later. You are just making me aware of their existence during the incubation period."

Lucian choked and sighed, "Oh, my God, hero—although you are not, well, you are smart enough, but again, I mean no harm."

"Fools are sometimes worse than evil people." said the Silent Bat.

“I hate that comment.”

This reminded Lucien of some not-so-nice memories.

Silent Bat said suddenly: "You have no evidence to prove the truth about my parents' death. That's just your inference."

"Oh, of course. I have no proof."

"You just want me to doubt the Court of Owls and confront him."

"Yeah, that's right, that's right."

"You are from the League of Assassins."

"Hmm?" Lucian tutted. "Don't think I'm such a nobody, brother. I'm nobody's man. Use your clever little brain. If I really had any conflict of interest, it wouldn't be so obvious."

The Silent Bat fell silent again.