It was only the hour, why did you come early at noon?
Hearing the knock on the door, Russell pushed Selena away and got up and washed.
Although it is completely unnecessary, he will not be ashes on his body for a thousand years, and he will not have to wash it. The darkness swept away instantly, but the need and no need are different. This is a matter of attitude, and you cannot neglect the guests.
The person next to the pillow left, Selena opened her eyes, glanced at Russell's back, turned over and continued to sleep.
Too tired, I won't go to work today.
In a daze, Selena thought about the fact that this was considered an industrial injury, it was paid leave, and she also worked overtime...
……
Half an hour later, Russell finished washing up and as soon as he entered the living room, he saw Wayne and his servant who had entered the door without permission.
Bruce, Afu, don't be polite, just sit there casually, just think it's at your own house... Oh, Bruce has already sat down.
Russell shrugged: Since they are all their own family, Ah Fu, please make a cup of tea for me, don’t have black tea.
Because Cute is new, Housekeeper has not yet cooperated with Batman, and he either makes tea or cleans tea sets in daily life. That's right.
Please wait!
Alfred nodded, smiled slightly at Bruce on the sofa, and turned to walk out of the living room.
In my memory, Russell once invited him to have dinner on Thanksgiving, so he is not unfamiliar with this strange villa.
Bruce nodded with a smile and gave Alfred a look, so that he could get lost while making tea and see what's special about this villa.
Bruce, I promised to meet at noon, why did I come so early?
Russell looked at the clock on the wall and found it was only eight o'clock. The real Batman's superpower is not only about having money, but also about not having to sleep.
Russell, what are you talking about, what promises to meet at noon?
Bruce smiled like a playboy who was close to others: I just returned to Gotham and had a lot of things on hand. Now I am here to visit my old friend. I am negligent and negligent. I hope you don’t take it to heart.
Well, if you want to act like this, I will cooperate.
Russell curled his lips, turned on the TV with the remote control to play the precious pictures recorded in the early morning.
Batman in the rookie period killed all sides and was specialized in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction on the streets of Gotham. During this period, he was beaten up by gangsters and police officer Hai Bian, and was knocked down as many as three digits.
Bruce: …
The play of the playboy was completed instantly. He changed into a calm and dark style, his face was covered by shadows, and his voice seemed to have throat cancer: You know me, but I have a little impression of you... Can you turn off the lights first?
The camera leaves Bruce's shadowy face and pulls it to the point of being visible all over his body. In the direction of his body, the wall lights are lit up enough to blind the dog's eyes.
I thought you would like it, just forget it if you don't.
Russell waved his hand and turned off the remote wall light, and the shadow BUFF on Bruce's face disappeared instantly, not at all.
Afu told me that we are friends who have been playing together since childhood, but I have no impression of you at all.
It's normal, because there isn't.
Russell admitted that Ah Fu's memory was fake. No matter Bruce's long face, he continued: But I did not lie. Before the world restarted, we were the best partners. We were born and died many times, and we were as close as brothers. Every time you affectionately called me the eldest brother.
You said the world restarted?
Bruce automatically ignored the points of the flaws, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
Stop pretending, you are just a rookie, what are the big shots?
Russell relied on the sofa to cross his legs: I admit that restarting the timeline was my mistake, but I am back!
What!?
The more I listened, the more confused I became. I had many problems, but now I have more.
Mr. Russell, the green tea you want.
Alfred shook his head slightly at Bruce as he walked into the living room and put down the tea.
It is a very ordinary villa with no secret doors in the government office and no secrets exist.
Thank you, it’s worthy of Ah Fu, you can make good tea.
Russell took the teacup, closed his eyes and sniffed it, enjoying the fragrance of the tea: Yes, there are many secrets, and there are also secret doors and underground bases.
... x2
Bruce and Alfred looked at each other, both expressionless. Russell drank all the tea in one gulp, got up and walked to the TV, raised his hand to shoot the elevator entrance on the wall.
Russell walked into the elevator and waved to the two speechless: Rookie, come with me, you want to be a superhero, want to protect Gotham, and want to be my partner, it's still far from it!
No, I don't.
Don’t want to be a superhero, or don’t want to protect Gotham?
Don't want the last one.
……
The elevator starts, heading deep underground.
Bruce, you don’t want to be my partner, I don’t blame you, it’s the deviation of the timeline restart. In the final analysis, it’s my fault. If it weren’t for me back then...
Russell sighed and the topic went off the wrong way: Once upon a time, you held my thighs, cried and shouted, begging for me to take it. I disagreed, and you rolled all over the ground, staying at my house and refused to leave.
Bruce just pretended that he didn't hear it, and felt that the elevator had been falling for a while, and frowned and said: What did you do back then, why did the timeline restart?
For Russell, he just chose to listen to it, but some information must be investigated clearly.
As for the truth and falsehood, what can be believed and what can be ignored, he believes that he can tell.
Look, Bruce's street poses, and Arkham's special issue.
Russell took out his digital camera from behind his butt and flipped to the exclusive album marked ‘Batman’, and there were two.
Bruce frowned and looked at the album, Alfred glanced and withdrew his gaze, then...
He glanced again and never left his eyes again.
In the street-posed album, Bruce stood under the street lights, with the streets and alleys and bat chariots in the background, with only a pair of pink bases on her body, and boxers decorated with red strawberry.
He looked depressed in the camera, but only the last few photos, I don’t know what threat he encountered, so he forced out a stiff smile.
In the Arkham Special Issue, Bruce sat alone on a small single bed with only a pair of larger diapers on her body. On the sheets, the world map drawn by Bruce was clearly visible.
With a good figure, good looks and cold temperament, Bruce in the photo has three advantages to make the funny bedwetting style wrong. Those who don’t know it would think it was a fashionable photo taken by a top male model.
... x2
What is shocking, this is shocking!
No matter what Bruce's expression was, Alfred was stupid.
Because I accidentally posted the photos all over the Internet, causing the collapse of Bruce's Dark Knight's character. The criminals laughed and had no fear when they saw him...
Russell looked up and sighed: In this way, that world was ruined and he had no choice but to restart.
... x2
So, you are the culprit that leads to the destruction of the world!x2
Bruce's face was expressionless, and sometimes the corners of his mouth twitched, indicating that he had MMP in his heart.
Alfred ended in a daze and clenched his fist and coughed a few times: Mr. Russell, these photos...
Ah Fu, I understand.
Russell winked and said: As far as we are concerned, I will definitely copy Bruce's bedwetting photo for you.
No, Mr. Russell, you misunderstood.
Ah Fu, the wise man doesn’t say secret words. Before restarting the timeline, you secretly contacted me and copied it with satisfaction.
……
Is there any misunderstanding?
It's gone.
It's okay, I won't let Bruce know about it if I contact you another day.
Russell made an OK gesture, Alfred nodded and returned to expressionlessness. During the transaction, the two ignored the black-faced Bruce throughout the whole process.
You said the timeline restarted and everything started from scratch, so I had no impression of you, so...
Bruce didn't believe a word of Russell's words, and even sneered at the bedwetting photo. Just like the childhood of their children, it was undoubtedly faked.
They are all fake and can't deceive him!
Then what?
Why do we lose our memory and everything returns to the starting point, but you keep it intact?
Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly: If the time restarts because you personally, you are qualified to distinguish it from others. Don’t say such lies.
That's not...
Russell's eyes swept across the two of them, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: Let me introduce myself, my name is Russell, I work in hell, and my profession is the Lord of hell... Satan!
bite!!
Just as Bruce and the others were surprised at "Satan", the elevator stopped and slowly opened, revealing the dark and desolate world.
The sky covered by black clouds was covered with no sunlight, the distance was full of ghosts, the ground was cracked and the abyss cracked, and the hissing spray of sulfur hot air, and the red sea was rising, barely illuminating a corner of the world.
The close-up is a transparent glass passage with a metal gate at the end connecting the sealed building suspected to be the base.
It is square, like a coffin, but it is still black.
... x2
How about it, is it a secret base built on hell?
Hell...just below Gotham City...
Bruce's face showed bitterness. No wonder Gotham's folks are simple and so close to hell, and they will be devilish if they don't show any ghosts.
No, hell and the earth do not belong to the same dimension, I just used authority to open a door at home.
Russell looked at Bruce with a little deep meaning and named his thoughts: Gotham's chaos is inevitable, and it has nothing to do with hell or me.
You can change these, right?
Can't!
Russell shrugged, the peaceful Gotham is bored, and he can't sell comics if he is bored, and then Batman fled and DC went to the rooftop collectively.
So, although he can do whatever he wants, it is okay to kill Bruce and Clark, as long as Gotham changes and Batman does not appear, the world will restart immediately.
The three left the elevator, and Bruce and Alfred observed the hell outside the passage, until in front of the metal door, Bruce asked: Satan, what do you want us to do?
Brothers for many years, just call me Russell. Satan was not originally my position, but I was just blamed by the original Satan. I personally refused.
Russell answered, opened the metal door, and slowly said: Because of my restart, you will become a rookie, so I will help you quickly pass your childhood and become a qualified Dark Knight.
Hearing the knock on the door, Russell pushed Selena away and got up and washed.
Although it is completely unnecessary, he will not be ashes on his body for a thousand years, and he will not have to wash it. The darkness swept away instantly, but the need and no need are different. This is a matter of attitude, and you cannot neglect the guests.
The person next to the pillow left, Selena opened her eyes, glanced at Russell's back, turned over and continued to sleep.
Too tired, I won't go to work today.
In a daze, Selena thought about the fact that this was considered an industrial injury, it was paid leave, and she also worked overtime...
……
Half an hour later, Russell finished washing up and as soon as he entered the living room, he saw Wayne and his servant who had entered the door without permission.
Bruce, Afu, don't be polite, just sit there casually, just think it's at your own house... Oh, Bruce has already sat down.
Russell shrugged: Since they are all their own family, Ah Fu, please make a cup of tea for me, don’t have black tea.
Because Cute is new, Housekeeper has not yet cooperated with Batman, and he either makes tea or cleans tea sets in daily life. That's right.
Please wait!
Alfred nodded, smiled slightly at Bruce on the sofa, and turned to walk out of the living room.
In my memory, Russell once invited him to have dinner on Thanksgiving, so he is not unfamiliar with this strange villa.
Bruce nodded with a smile and gave Alfred a look, so that he could get lost while making tea and see what's special about this villa.
Bruce, I promised to meet at noon, why did I come so early?
Russell looked at the clock on the wall and found it was only eight o'clock. The real Batman's superpower is not only about having money, but also about not having to sleep.
Russell, what are you talking about, what promises to meet at noon?
Bruce smiled like a playboy who was close to others: I just returned to Gotham and had a lot of things on hand. Now I am here to visit my old friend. I am negligent and negligent. I hope you don’t take it to heart.
Well, if you want to act like this, I will cooperate.
Russell curled his lips, turned on the TV with the remote control to play the precious pictures recorded in the early morning.
Batman in the rookie period killed all sides and was specialized in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction on the streets of Gotham. During this period, he was beaten up by gangsters and police officer Hai Bian, and was knocked down as many as three digits.
Bruce: …
The play of the playboy was completed instantly. He changed into a calm and dark style, his face was covered by shadows, and his voice seemed to have throat cancer: You know me, but I have a little impression of you... Can you turn off the lights first?
The camera leaves Bruce's shadowy face and pulls it to the point of being visible all over his body. In the direction of his body, the wall lights are lit up enough to blind the dog's eyes.
I thought you would like it, just forget it if you don't.
Russell waved his hand and turned off the remote wall light, and the shadow BUFF on Bruce's face disappeared instantly, not at all.
Afu told me that we are friends who have been playing together since childhood, but I have no impression of you at all.
It's normal, because there isn't.
Russell admitted that Ah Fu's memory was fake. No matter Bruce's long face, he continued: But I did not lie. Before the world restarted, we were the best partners. We were born and died many times, and we were as close as brothers. Every time you affectionately called me the eldest brother.
You said the world restarted?
Bruce automatically ignored the points of the flaws, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
Stop pretending, you are just a rookie, what are the big shots?
Russell relied on the sofa to cross his legs: I admit that restarting the timeline was my mistake, but I am back!
What!?
The more I listened, the more confused I became. I had many problems, but now I have more.
Mr. Russell, the green tea you want.
Alfred shook his head slightly at Bruce as he walked into the living room and put down the tea.
It is a very ordinary villa with no secret doors in the government office and no secrets exist.
Thank you, it’s worthy of Ah Fu, you can make good tea.
Russell took the teacup, closed his eyes and sniffed it, enjoying the fragrance of the tea: Yes, there are many secrets, and there are also secret doors and underground bases.
... x2
Bruce and Alfred looked at each other, both expressionless. Russell drank all the tea in one gulp, got up and walked to the TV, raised his hand to shoot the elevator entrance on the wall.
Russell walked into the elevator and waved to the two speechless: Rookie, come with me, you want to be a superhero, want to protect Gotham, and want to be my partner, it's still far from it!
No, I don't.
Don’t want to be a superhero, or don’t want to protect Gotham?
Don't want the last one.
……
The elevator starts, heading deep underground.
Bruce, you don’t want to be my partner, I don’t blame you, it’s the deviation of the timeline restart. In the final analysis, it’s my fault. If it weren’t for me back then...
Russell sighed and the topic went off the wrong way: Once upon a time, you held my thighs, cried and shouted, begging for me to take it. I disagreed, and you rolled all over the ground, staying at my house and refused to leave.
Bruce just pretended that he didn't hear it, and felt that the elevator had been falling for a while, and frowned and said: What did you do back then, why did the timeline restart?
For Russell, he just chose to listen to it, but some information must be investigated clearly.
As for the truth and falsehood, what can be believed and what can be ignored, he believes that he can tell.
Look, Bruce's street poses, and Arkham's special issue.
Russell took out his digital camera from behind his butt and flipped to the exclusive album marked ‘Batman’, and there were two.
Bruce frowned and looked at the album, Alfred glanced and withdrew his gaze, then...
He glanced again and never left his eyes again.
In the street-posed album, Bruce stood under the street lights, with the streets and alleys and bat chariots in the background, with only a pair of pink bases on her body, and boxers decorated with red strawberry.
He looked depressed in the camera, but only the last few photos, I don’t know what threat he encountered, so he forced out a stiff smile.
In the Arkham Special Issue, Bruce sat alone on a small single bed with only a pair of larger diapers on her body. On the sheets, the world map drawn by Bruce was clearly visible.
With a good figure, good looks and cold temperament, Bruce in the photo has three advantages to make the funny bedwetting style wrong. Those who don’t know it would think it was a fashionable photo taken by a top male model.
... x2
What is shocking, this is shocking!
No matter what Bruce's expression was, Alfred was stupid.
Because I accidentally posted the photos all over the Internet, causing the collapse of Bruce's Dark Knight's character. The criminals laughed and had no fear when they saw him...
Russell looked up and sighed: In this way, that world was ruined and he had no choice but to restart.
... x2
So, you are the culprit that leads to the destruction of the world!x2
Bruce's face was expressionless, and sometimes the corners of his mouth twitched, indicating that he had MMP in his heart.
Alfred ended in a daze and clenched his fist and coughed a few times: Mr. Russell, these photos...
Ah Fu, I understand.
Russell winked and said: As far as we are concerned, I will definitely copy Bruce's bedwetting photo for you.
No, Mr. Russell, you misunderstood.
Ah Fu, the wise man doesn’t say secret words. Before restarting the timeline, you secretly contacted me and copied it with satisfaction.
……
Is there any misunderstanding?
It's gone.
It's okay, I won't let Bruce know about it if I contact you another day.
Russell made an OK gesture, Alfred nodded and returned to expressionlessness. During the transaction, the two ignored the black-faced Bruce throughout the whole process.
You said the timeline restarted and everything started from scratch, so I had no impression of you, so...
Bruce didn't believe a word of Russell's words, and even sneered at the bedwetting photo. Just like the childhood of their children, it was undoubtedly faked.
They are all fake and can't deceive him!
Then what?
Why do we lose our memory and everything returns to the starting point, but you keep it intact?
Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly: If the time restarts because you personally, you are qualified to distinguish it from others. Don’t say such lies.
That's not...
Russell's eyes swept across the two of them, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: Let me introduce myself, my name is Russell, I work in hell, and my profession is the Lord of hell... Satan!
bite!!
Just as Bruce and the others were surprised at "Satan", the elevator stopped and slowly opened, revealing the dark and desolate world.
The sky covered by black clouds was covered with no sunlight, the distance was full of ghosts, the ground was cracked and the abyss cracked, and the hissing spray of sulfur hot air, and the red sea was rising, barely illuminating a corner of the world.
The close-up is a transparent glass passage with a metal gate at the end connecting the sealed building suspected to be the base.
It is square, like a coffin, but it is still black.
... x2
How about it, is it a secret base built on hell?
Hell...just below Gotham City...
Bruce's face showed bitterness. No wonder Gotham's folks are simple and so close to hell, and they will be devilish if they don't show any ghosts.
No, hell and the earth do not belong to the same dimension, I just used authority to open a door at home.
Russell looked at Bruce with a little deep meaning and named his thoughts: Gotham's chaos is inevitable, and it has nothing to do with hell or me.
You can change these, right?
Can't!
Russell shrugged, the peaceful Gotham is bored, and he can't sell comics if he is bored, and then Batman fled and DC went to the rooftop collectively.
So, although he can do whatever he wants, it is okay to kill Bruce and Clark, as long as Gotham changes and Batman does not appear, the world will restart immediately.
The three left the elevator, and Bruce and Alfred observed the hell outside the passage, until in front of the metal door, Bruce asked: Satan, what do you want us to do?
Brothers for many years, just call me Russell. Satan was not originally my position, but I was just blamed by the original Satan. I personally refused.
Russell answered, opened the metal door, and slowly said: Because of my restart, you will become a rookie, so I will help you quickly pass your childhood and become a qualified Dark Knight.
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