Batman's Owl Godfather

"Collapse!"

A magic attack came, Katum yawned and easily dodged it.

"Why are you so excited?" said the owl, "This is not the first time you have experienced this."

At this time, Bruce stood at the door of a building. He put away the Supreme Wand and said lightly——

"Yeah, I've been through it many times, so I'm not angry."

He said, "I just want to train you."

When Bruce came into this world, he had already been mentally prepared.

The result was exactly as he expected.

The building in front of him was indeed an orphanage.

There are five words written on it, Walter Orphanage.

Bruce drew back his wand, accepted the reality, and prepared to walk through the door.

Katum followed closely behind.

At this moment, Bruce quickly turned around——

"Collapse!"

"The spell bounces back!"

An eggshell-like halo appeared around Katum at exactly the right moment, and the coma spell issued by Bruce was bounced back.

Bruce's eyes widened, and for a moment, he had no time to think about whether the owl was simply reacting quickly, or whether it had been guarding against him.

At the moment when he was about to be hit by the stun spell, Bruce used the spell on himself.

"Rejuvenate!"

The Stunning Spell hit him, but at the same time, the Resurrection Spell took effect.

The spell and counter-spell canceled each other out, and Bruce just shook his body for a moment before returning to normal.

"Bruce, are you okay? Why are you so careless?"

Katum flapped his wings and hovered above him, "I've told you many times, boys should protect themselves when they go out!"

Bruce gritted his teeth without any rebuttal.

Since his spell was rebounded, it meant that he failed this time.

The loser eats the dust, there is nothing to say.

He snorted, stood up, and walked into the orphanage honestly.

"I suddenly discovered something."

The owl flew to Bruce's shoulder, rubbed his hair, and said, "You like to snort sometimes."

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"Yes! That's it!"

Owl remembered that in the comics, Bruce's father Thomas also liked to snort like this.

"What does this mean?"

Is it some kind of secret inheritance from the Bat family?

"It's just a mouth habit, it's not interesting." Bruce shook his head and said.

They walked into the Walter Orphanage together.

"By the way, Katum, I also thought of something."

"you say."

"What would happen if just now, after you used the rebound spell, I also used the rebound spell?"

"How about you play table tennis here?"

…

After Bruce entered the Walter Orphanage, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

This orphanage was different from any other orphanages he had experienced before.

Wu's Orphanage is cold, Santa Fe Orphanage is deserted, and this one——

There were a lot of people inside, but they were all wearing white coats and walking around in a hurry without making eye contact.

Rows of windows in the building are welded shut with railings, making it look more like a prison than an orphanage.

"Katum, what are you doing?"

Bruce whispered, "What world did you bring me to?"

Is there any orphanage like this?

Unless all they adopt are superhumans.

"Don't worry Bruce, just watch as you like."

Katum said nonchalantly, "If anything happens, I will just take you to apparate away."

Just as Bruce was about to continue blaming Katum, he heard a low voice from behind.

"Bruce, why are you back!"

As soon as he turned around, he saw a woman in a white coat running over.

As soon as she got closer, she blocked Bruce with her coat.

"You finally left this hellish place, why did you come back!"

The woman said urgently, "Go quickly!"

Bruce didn't know why. From the woman's words, it seemed that this place was dangerous?

Then, he saw two private detectives in black formal suits running in hurriedly.

"Ouch, Master Bruce!"

They grabbed Bruce and said, "Why did you disappear all of a sudden!"

"Take him away quickly!" the woman in the white coat said, "Be sure to keep an eye on him this time!"

The private investigators dragged Bruce out of the orphanage, and they didn't feel relieved until they had walked three streets.

"My little ancestor, how can you go back there?"

A private detective took off his hat and wiped his bare head with a handkerchief.

Another detective added at the right time: "Do you know how much we paid to get you out of there!"

"How old?" Bruce asked.

"How dare you ask how old you are!" The detective jumped up while wiping his sweat.

"That's a huge amount of money!" said another detective.

"It's just an advance on your inheritance." The former detective changed the topic.

"That's true." His partner nodded.

"You used my money?" Bruce stared, "Do you dare tell me what your names are!"

"My name is Dupont."

"My name is Dupont."

The two sang together and introduced themselves.

"Dupont and Dupont, right?"

Bruce snorted coldly, "Let's be honest, how much did Fike leave for me this time."

The first time was 3 billion, and the second time was 1 billion. It won’t become less and less, right?

Dupont Dupont looked at each other and then said: "Master Bruce, congratulations, your father left you 10 billion US dollars!"

"That's pretty much it."

Bruce thought to himself that this time he didn't spend billions of dollars just like before.

It seems that this world is pretty good.

After handing over the inheritance matters, Dupont Dupont left in a hurry.

They neither explained to Bruce the situation in the world nor why the orphanage was dangerous.

Bruce was left standing alone.

At first glance, it seems a bit pitiful.

…

Bruce walked aimlessly on the street, and all he saw were huge billboards.

The endorsement stars above are all wearing fancy clothes.

There are blond men in steel-blue tights and draped in American flags;

There are also red-haired women dressed coolly and in gladiator style;

There was also a guy wearing a black battle suit, his whole body covered so tightly that he couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman.

Lots and lots.

"The entertainment industry here seems to be quite developed."

Bruce said with great interest, "We are finally back in modern society."

At this time, he passed by a display window, and a street interview was playing on the TV inside.

The reporters were two children, and the interviewees were the men wearing the American flag that Bruce saw just now.

Looks like a children's show.

Just right for the blues.

"Mr. Fatherland!"

A child asked in an innocent tone, "How many people have you saved so far?"

"This is it!"

The man who is called a native of the motherland showed a sunny and cheerful smile.

He said, "Do you remember how many slices of bread you have eaten?"

"Wow!" The two children suddenly screamed in admiration.

"Mr. Motherland, you are truly the strongest superhero!"

"Hero? Me? No, no, no!"

The people of the motherland kept shaking their heads, "I'm just a patriotic citizen who happens to have some superpowers."

He suddenly came to the camera with his hands behind his back, seemingly looking at the audience from a distance.

The native raised his index finger and pointed at everyone outside the camera.

"You! My friends, you are the real heroes!"

"Wow!!!"

The next two kids were completely crazy about their idol.

Outside the window, Bruce suddenly frowned when he saw all this.

"Why does this man give me the feeling of Lockhart?"

"Maybe it's because they all have cheerful smiles?"

Katum said, "But Lockhart can't compare with him. Not only does he have real abilities, but he also has a professional team."

Professional team?

Bruce was immediately interested.

He looked at the overwhelming advertisements and realized that these people might not be celebrities, but all superheroes!

Is this what the life of a superhero is like in this world?

Wouldn’t that be turned into entertainment?

Bruce had a vague feeling.

Can a superhero who is responsible for maintaining law and order and peace maintain his true intentions if he is tainted with fame and fortune?

He now desperately wants to know information about these superheroes.

Fortunately, this information is not difficult to find. It can even be said that it is everywhere.

Bruce went to a random bookstore and found countless introductions and reports about superheroes.

He quickly finished reading these and finally had a preliminary understanding of the world.

This is the age of superheroes, and Vought International Group recruits people born with superpowers to join their ranks every year.

Superhumans will be sent across the country to participate in maintaining law and order.

The most outstanding among the more than two hundred superhumans under the Vought Group are the Super Seven.

It was said there were seven people, but now there are actually only six.

Homelander, Queen Maeve, Transparent, Locomotive, The Deep and Black.

Bruce looked through the information of these people, and the more he looked at them, the more familiar they seemed——

"Katum, isn't this right?"

Bruce shouted, "Why do I feel like these people are so similar to the Justice League you told me about before?"

"Maybe it's a coincidence." Katum said casually.

"coincide?"

Bruce didn't believe it at all, and he stared at Katum with suspicion.

"You wouldn't know this world a long time ago and then compile a Justice League based on the settings of the Seven, right?"

"Absolutely not!" Katum swore, raising his wings.

"You can't fool me!"

He flipped through page after page of Seven posters.

“Look, wasn’t the Superman you told me about back then just a copycat version of a native of the motherland?

"Wonder Woman is a copycat version of Queen Maeve, Aquaman is the Deep Sea, The Flash is Locomotive, and finally-"

He suddenly pointed at black.

"This black color is obviously a copycat version of Batman!"

"Can you double standard even more?"

Katum was so angry, "How come it's Black's turn and he's copying Batman?

"And if he's copying Batman, why not copy him a little bit more like Batman? Batman's chin is exposed!"

"Well……"

Bruce hesitated and said, "Maybe it's because he's black."