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The limbs were sawed off, and the empty phantom limb pain swept through the whole body.

The thoracic vertebrae connecting the spine were broken one by one, and the bones from the cervical vertebrae to the coccyx were taken out for research. The flesh was limp and unable to move... Lucian thought of the experience that the Joker had told him about having his spine taken out and being thrown in the desert.

Being extracted, injected, kept awake, told one's true feelings, and treated like an object rather than a person.

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Pain and death can drive people crazy.

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Until the spine was reattached, the mechanical support was taken out of the belly, and the broken flesh slowly healed...

Someone washed his entire body, wiping away all the blood and pus.

……

Lucien just sat up from the experimental bed, his back hunched, and he looked even thinner and more bony.

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The shorter the time one serves as an experimental subject for the Assassin's League, the more cruel the methods used will be. Lucian naturally thought that he would suffer unbearable pain in a short period of time.

"Did you find what you needed?"

He looked at Lei Xiaogu, who was standing with his back to the ground, with a pair of gloomy eyes.

Lei Xiaogu nodded slightly and handed over the small mechanical device: "Nuclear missile launcher."

Lucian gathered his clothes, stood on the ground for the first time in a long time, and took it: "I'm leaving."

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When did Gotham change?

Although there were occasional cloudy days, most of the time it was in line with climate laws.

But now it seemed as if the cloud with the witch's castle in the fairy tale was floating above.

A strange rain began.

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This is the fifteenth year that Alfred has been guarding Wayne Manor alone. The gardeners, cooks, and waiters have all been dismissed, and the entire manor is empty, desolate and deserted.

"Ding-dong-"

Alfred opened the door curiously, and looked at the person in front of him with a mixture of surprise and joy. He couldn't help but hug him, tears rolling down his cheeks. He said:

"Oh…Bruce."

Bruce, who had grown up and looked completely different, lowered his head and hugged him. Feeling his slightly hunched back, he remained silent and felt guilty.

Wayne returns to Gotham! Bruce makes his debut at the cocktail party!

Wayne talks about the beautiful scenery of various places. His hobby is actually...

Wayne's Mysterious Lover: The Story with Lillian!

Lucien learned the news when he passed by a newsstand and bought a copy of today's newspaper as usual.

After reading it with gusto, I folded the newspaper and tucked it under my arm. I heard the newspaper owner say, "Wayne really looks like his mother... What do you think he came back for? To avenge Thomas and Martha?"

Lucien shrugged. "Maybe it's about saving Gotham."

"Huh?" The boss shook the newspaper and smacked his lips. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Crazy talk? Yes, crazy talk... I almost forgot about this." Lucian took out a small card wrapped in a transparent film from his pocket and handed it to the boss.

"What is this?" The boss took it, raised his glasses and looked at the words on it.

[Congenital genetic defects, mental disorders, violent tendencies, killed at least a hundred people, currently imprisoned in Arkham Mental Hospital. If you escape, please call immediately: xxxxxx]

boss:?

He reached for the pistol beside him with his other hand, but soon stopped moving when he saw the dark muzzle pointing at his forehead.

"...What do you need?" Cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Lucien said calmly, "Tell me: Wayne is back to save Gotham."

"Wayne is back to save Gotham..."

The boss repeated it mechanically, and then he saw the man in front of him smile wider, followed by the finger pulling the trigger.

"No!"

A stream of water hit his forehead.

The boss was stunned for a moment, wiping the water stains off his face with a lingering fear. He heard Lucian laugh and say, "Happy April Fools' Day!"

Then run away quickly.

The wind blew through the water, bringing a cool breeze. The boss was stunned for a long time, then turned over the card. On the back was a simple smiley face, and the same sentence was written:

"Happy April Fools' Day."

The calendar hanging next to it clearly records today's date - April 1st.

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"Oh, my God..."

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"Master, I wonder who put the gift box in the living room."

Alfred said grimly, "I suspect it's a bomb."

When Bruce stood in the living room fully armed as if facing a great enemy, he saw an extremely conspicuous yellow and black striped box.

At his request, Alfred stood in the distance, watching with a smile as Bruce took various instruments and began to analyze.

Until the regular ticking sound inside suddenly stopped...

"Oh, dear Bruce, open the door for me." A voice suddenly came from inside.

Bruce was stunned for a moment, looked at Alfred, and then opened the door.

"Happy April Fools' Day, Bruce!"

It's Lucian.

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They sat in the stained-glass reading room, and Alfred quietly left after tea was served.

"Honestly, can't you see it's just an alarm clock?"

After waiting for a while and making sure that there was no one around, Lucien asked.

Bruce smiled, his eyes reflecting a beautiful light. "I've traveled in Tibet and heard an idiom... colorful clothes entertain parents."

He paused and said, "But I guess Ah Fu must have discovered this... and he is cooperating with me."

"What is this called... love? Tsk tsk tsk." Lucian couldn't help but say, but when he turned his head, he found the rose in the antique vase that had been made into an everlasting flower, and pointed at it:

"The one I gave you?"

Bruce looked at it together: "Yes."

Lucien couldn't help but smile, tapping his fingers on the table. "If you really like it... I can give you a few more. I got a new variety cultivated in Japan."

Bruce nodded reservedly: "I will carve out a place for it in the greenhouse."

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After chatting for a while, Lucien refilled his empty tea—he couldn't expect the young master to refill it for him—and asked:

"What are you thinking about those White Masks? If we don't let them die... how can we deal with them?"

Bruce didn't hide it, nor did he need to: "They are weak now, without claws, no longer united with each other, and are a good enemy."

"The wild monsters in the Novice Village?"

"……Yes."

"So where's your hero?"

Bruce raised his eyes and met his gaze. Lucian said again, "Don't look at me like that. I can't possibly kill them, and I can't possibly be your hero... Please, I'm already doing you a favor by not becoming the final boss."

Chapter 82 I am Batman

"No, I mean." Bruce paused and imitated his language habits:

"Wherever public opinion leans, people will follow. Whoever public opinion points to, people will attack... You said that people are like sheep, without their own ideas, and any black goat can drive them around. So... I want them to open their eyes and have their own opinions."

Lucian listened and gradually understood what he meant:

"You mean to say you want to split up a group of docile, controllable sheep?" He shook his head. "I'm actually looking forward to your successful completion, but I must say, this will only increase the conflicts in this city."

"The gap between the rich and the poor, class conflicts, and now you want them to lose trust in each other... How is this any different from adding fuel to the fire?" Lucian paused and looked at Bruce:

"Is this what you wanted? Add fuel to the fire?"

"You want to completely blow up Gotham?"

"Without destruction, there is no construction." Bruce's eyes reflected the blue of the entire world: "I will help, so that those people will have the power to say no."

"The fact that they hold the right to speak is a cold winter for all workers. But if the masses unite as one, they will form a tremendous force and deal a heavy blow to them."

Lucian's eyes were complicated and somewhat unbelievable.

He thought about what this Batman would be like... the one who kills, the one who doesn't kill, the one with a bottom line, the one without a bottom line. He was even prepared to not be able to teach this bat well... after all, the beginning was too hellish.

But Lucien really didn't expect it.

This will be a red bat.

There seemed to be flames in Bruce's blue eyes: "This city cannot be saved by individual heroism... Like those white masks, it was not the Wayne family or Falcone who sent them to prison... It was the common hatred of the people here."

The experience he had at the age of eight had a profound impact on him.

Lucian tilted his head slightly, looking towards the overcast sky. "That would be a good idea, but I'm afraid you'll fail."

Perhaps this would have a good result in the positive universe, and the Red Bat, as famous as the Red Son, would be born here, but this is the dark multiverse... Lucian could fully predict that the city would really get out of control after the explosion.