Batman's Owl Godfather

Gotham, late at night, alley.

Gunshots rang out and pearl necklaces were scattered all over the floor.

Shadows were like curtains covering the two cold corpses, and a child sat down numbly.

The sound of police sirens is approaching in the distance.

…

"When I was little, I was afraid of bats."

"But adults told me that bats are more afraid of me."

…

"Master Wayne."

In the stately Wayne Manor, the old butler Alfred walked steadily, and the tea on the tray in his hand exuded warm heat.

He gently placed this concern in front of Bruce Wayne.

At this moment, Bruce has not yet put on the legendary bat cape. He is only an eight-year-old boy.

A child who had just lost his parents in the torrent of fate.

Bruce's eyes seemed as if his soul had been taken away, empty and lifeless.

He stared straight out of the window, and the city called Gotham turned into a blurry silhouette in his eyes.

His thoughts seemed to be wandering to the distant shore, and he turned a deaf ear to Alfred's call.

Alfred was silent and turned to leave, wanting to leave Bruce a quiet space of his own.

However, just as he was about to leave the room, Bruce suddenly stopped him.

"Alfred!"

"What's the matter, Master Bruce?"

Alfred turned back, his tone calm and concerned.

"It's all my fault..."

Bruce's voice trembled and tears welled up in his eyes.

"I asked them to leave the theater early! If I weren't afraid..."

"No no no!"

Alfred interrupted hastily, his hand gently stroking Bruce's hair, his movements gentle but firm.

"You did nothing wrong, Bruce. The criminal is the culprit of all this. He caused this tragedy and has nothing to do with you. Do you understand?"

"But my father is obviously a good man... Can't good people be rewarded in Gotham..."

“Because the city is sick.”

Alfred's eyes turned to the window, where was the outline of Gotham City, a city struggling in the night.

"It's so sick."

Bruce couldn't accept the answer: "Why is this happening?"

Alfred tried to maintain a calm expression.

He knew that for an eight-year-old child, the intricate entanglements of interests behind Gotham City were too obscure and difficult to understand.

Therefore, he chose a language that was more acceptable to children to respond to Bruce's questions.

"Because of the curse." Alfred's voice was low and strong.

Bruce raised his head suddenly, shock and doubt written on his face.

"curse?"

He repeated the word as if trying to understand the meaning behind it.

"Yes, a curse from the devil." Alfred continued to explain, "It cursed Gotham, causing the people here to fall into endless cannibalism."

In this city, crime is rampant, but justice often has no place.

There are gold belts for killing people and setting fires, but there are no corpses for mending bridges and roads.

This is Gotham.

The so-called devil is the uncontrollable greed of Gotham people.

Alfred thought so.

As an elder who watched Bruce grow up, Alfred's biggest wish was that he could stay away from all this sin and strife.

It would be better to become a carefree rich man. If he could completely leave Gotham, a place of right and wrong, that would be even better.

However, contrary to expectations, Alfred's words did not achieve the expected effect.

Instead, he inspired something deep within Bruce.

…

Two years later——

The huge library at Wayne Manor.

The walls are lined with towering bookshelves, each floor filled with dusty scrolls and heavy tomes.

Bruce, who was already ten years old, was immersed in an ancient book, surrounded by various open books.

"That's it, that's it..."

Bruce muttered to himself. After two years of searching, he was finally convinced that Alfred had not lied to him.

The book in his hand records the history of Gotham City and the Wayne family.

The above tells a thrilling past event.

The book records that Thomas Jefferson, the ancestor of the Wayne family and the founding father, made a shocking decision in the smoke of the Revolutionary War——

He summoned a demon named Barbatos.

The demon was so powerful that it helped the young nation win the victory of freedom.

However, the price of victory is heavy.

In order to prevent this demon from coming back to the world, Jefferson had to seal it underground in Gotham City in exchange for the peace of the country.

Bruce's fingers gently slid across the pages, his heartbeat quickened, and every breath he took was accompanied by the weight of history.

He finally believed that the darkness in Gotham City was not without reason, but had far-reaching roots.

Every corner and every street in this city may hide the shadow of that sealed history.

My parents died because of those demons!

Little Bruce stood up suddenly, his young face full of determination.

He will correct the mistakes left by his predecessors, and he will completely destroy the demons that polluted Gotham!

Two years have not erased the hatred in his heart.

Ten-year-old Bruce still has the passion and recklessness of a teenager.

He did not consider the consequences of failure.

In order to avenge his dead parents, he will fight the devil directly.

Even if the price is to die together!

…

Little Bruce, holding a flashlight, followed the records in the ancient books and found a huge hole under Gotham City.

As soon as he entered, a large group of bats flew out like a black cloud.

Bruce trembled all over, not daring to look directly at the creature he feared the most.

When the bats dispersed, Bruce saw the whole picture of the hole. It was indeed as recorded in the book, a huge stone sculpture of an owl, deeply engraved on the stone wall.

Bruce took out the knife in his arms and began to chant the spell to remove the seal in a low voice according to the ancient ritual.

As the spell echoed, the air around seemed to be given life, and a gloomy atmosphere quietly spread.

If you want to destroy the devil, you must release the devil first.

Bruce has been prepared.

In his arms, he has a revolver of his father, and he will let the devil taste the wisdom and courage of human beings as soon as he shows up.

The ceremony was coming to an end, and Bruce began the final step.

He cut his palm and smeared the blood on the stone statue.

Then, a dark mist surged out of the stone statue, getting more and more intense.

Bruce held the revolver tightly, his heartbeat accelerated, and he was ready for the upcoming life-and-death duel.

A wild laugh came from the black mist, and the seal of the devil was completely lifted.

Bruce completely threw away his fear at this time, his little face was ready to die, and justice in his hands was about to be launched.

Then, he heard the first words the devil said when he came to the world again.

"Little human, you have awakened the greatest demon king in history, and I will give you unimaginable wealth-wait, you are Bruce Wayne?"