Batman's Owl Godfather

In an instant, the surrounding scene changed.

There is no longer Gotham or Wayne Manor. Bruce and Martha are now in a laboratory.

Everything just now was just a small scene that Martha deliberately isolated.

After all, this is the realm of thinking of the people of the motherland.

At this time, Martha had taken off her disguise.

Her pale skin, green hair, and weird smile were all displayed in front of Bruce without reservation.

Bruce's eyes widened, he had heard this look from Katum.

His old enemy, the Joker.

"The clown is my mother?"

At this moment, Bruce seemed to have his worldview subverted.

How come Katum never told such important news?

Martha understood her son's shock at this time, but she couldn't hide it forever. She could only wait for Bruce to slowly accept it.

"Bruce, I need to use some bad tricks on you for now."

With a wave of her hand, Bruce's clothes instantly turned into a pair of straitjackets, tightly restraining him.

"But it doesn't matter. When you return to the original world, I will ask someone to delete this unpleasant memory of yours. We will still be a close mother and son."

Martha waved her hand again, and Bruce's body flew up on its own and was locked into a room in the laboratory.

The screams of children reached his ears.

Turning around, he saw a blond boy being locked in a room that looked like an incinerator, screaming in pain.

The heat in that room was almost visible to the naked eye, because the boy kept screaming, and the tears he shed instantly vaporized.

But no one felt sorry for him.

Even outside the incinerator room, countless workers were taking notes.

They seemed to want to see how high the temperature the boy could withstand. Someone raised the temperature, and the boy's wailing sound also increased.

"A native of the motherland?"

Bruce recognized the boy.

This is the thinking realm of the motherland, where all the pain of his past is buried.

Although the people of the motherland unanimously declare to the outside world, they have never felt any pain.

But that's not the case.

Not only did he feel pain, it was even his daily life as a child.

It's just that the memory is too painful, and the people of the motherland hide it deep in their hearts.

In the incinerator room, the motherland's skin was unscathed, but he was scratching every inch of his skin, shaking all over in pain.

Obviously the injury can be avoided, but the pain cannot be hidden.

"Pitiful."

Bruce said casually and shifted his gaze.

Although there is a connection between suffering as a child and causing suffering to others when you grow up, Bruce does not think that this means that the people of the motherland are excusable.

He doesn’t blame others for their choices.

But everyone should bear the cost of their choices.

"Do you still have time to care about others?"

Martha stood outside Bruce's room, looking tenderly at her son, who was immobilized by his straitjacket.

"Do you know that I am actually saving you?" she said.

"What?"

Bruce was stunned and immediately realized that there was something in Martha's words.

He immediately showed an expression of disbelief: "How is it possible, you are so bad to me!"

"I don't blame you, Bruce, you can accuse me all you want now."

Martha didn't care about the child's little rebellion. She said, "You don't know how I racked my brains to come up with this method to take you away before Barbatos's five metals are delivered. The suffering that comes.”

What Barbatos is obsessed with is Batman's body.

What Martha wanted was Bruce's personality.

Bruce had already had a guess. Maybe Barbatos had changed his strategy since the death knell.

No longer forcing him to be taken back, he just let nature take its course and sent the metal to open the door to the dark universe.

If the mountains don’t belong to me, then I will belong to the mountains.

If Bruce doesn't come back, Barbatos will go.

Now Martha's words completely confirmed Bruce's suspicion.

"Damn owl, always hiding crucial information from me." Batboy cursed in his mind.

He has increasingly felt that Barbatos' ability to send people over is very similar to Katum's ability to travel through the multiverse.

But Barbatos himself couldn't make it.

Katum refused to say anything, so Bruce could only guess.

But the conclusion of the speculation is not the truth after all, and there are still several key clues missing.

At this time, the room next to Bruce opened, the Homeland Boy's incineration experiment was over, and he was taken back to his room, right next to Bruce.

Batboy could even hear intermittent sobbing coming from the other side.

The people of the motherland were crying secretly when they were young.

"It will take some time to allow the bodies of the people of the motherland to completely become your container."

Martha said outside the room that the two of them were special beings in this realm of thinking, and the staff around them would not react in any way.

After all, they are not real existences, just images in the memory of the motherland.

Martha left, leaving Bruce alone in the room.

He closed his eyes in a daze, then opened them again.

A second passed, and in this short period of time, Bruce had another dream.

A dream about him and Martha living happily in Gotham.

Martha seemed to want to use this method to fill Bruce's brain with massive dreams and change his cognition.

Let him forget about the universe, the owl, and Batman.

I only remember the happy times with my mother.

Bruce had just woken up, and his eyelids began to fight again, and sleepiness kept coming.

"I see, as long as I blink once, I will have a dream."

Bruce immediately opened his eyes wide in an attempt to reduce the frequency of his dreams.

"Mom, I am your biological son, and you are so cruel to me!"

Bruce couldn't help but think in his mind.

He noticed that the furnishings in this room were actually not cold, but rather warm, trying to create a feeling of home.

Directly opposite Bruce, there is an old-fashioned TV set playing a program.

In the picture, a spherical object made of metal is placed in the center of Times Square.

The sphere is irregular, like an egg.

There are countless detectors around, checking the condition of the metal eggs.

"This is not a show!"

Looking at the familiar picture, Bruce immediately realized that what he was seeing now was the picture in reality.

Was it what Martha wanted him to see?

At this time, cracks had appeared on the surface of the metal egg, and it seemed that the contents inside were about to break out of the shell.

What is hatched is definitely not something good.

At this time, Bruce's eyes were extremely dry. He blinked and dreamed again.

This time, Thomas is not dead and his family is intact.

Martha also seems to have made a little compromise, not wanting her children to be sad because of their family.

When Bruce woke up from his dream, the intermittent crying in his ears continued.

"Stop crying!"

He suddenly shouted to the next door, "What problem can crying solve?"

The crying next door suddenly stopped, and then the timid voice of the little Chinese came: "Can't I even cry?"

"no!"

Bruce said, "You woke me up!"

After these words, there was really no more crying from the next door, but it was not that the motherland stopped crying, but that he bit his lip and muffled all the crying in his mouth.

Huh?

Bruce originally just wanted to test the flexibility of the young countryman, but he did not expect that the countryman at this age would be unexpectedly obedient.

"That's true..."

Bruce thought to himself that the young countryman and the person he grew up were completely two extremes.

The performance in the incinerator just now has proved that the motherland was a sensitive and weak little boy when he was a child.

He could obviously break into the room and kill everyone who abused him, but he didn't do it.

Instead, he endured all the pain and completed the experiment.

"Aren't the people of the motherland a people-pleasing personality?"

An idea flashed through Bruce's mind, if that was the case, no wonder he would become like that when he grew up.

Others were clearly abusing him, but they did not resist at all and instead cooperated to complete the experiment.

He thought that as long as he endured the pain, everything would get better?

Impossible.

This will only make others worse and hurt them even more.

The accumulation of these injuries will slowly distort a person's heart.

After experiencing another dream, Bruce moved his body and bumped against the wall.

"Fellow motherland, are you still crying?"

"Who is from the motherland?" A crying voice came from next door, "My name is John."

"Okay John, I have a question for you."

"Huh? You say."

The little countryman awaits the next question.

Bruce thought for a moment and asked, "Why didn't you come out of the room when you were burned by the high temperature just now? You can do that, right?"

There was a brief silence in the next room.

Then the hesitant voice of the little motherland came: "But if I do that, they will be very disappointed."

Sure enough, he is a pleaser type of personality.

Bruce said seriously: "They are disappointed when they are disappointed. It is none of your business. Do you still think that your humiliation can win their recognition and love?"

The little motherland man stopped talking.

Apparently Bruce's words spoke to his heart.

"John, although I feel a little sorry for you, I still have to say that you brought this suffering on yourself, why don't you resist?"

Bruce said, "How could someone who truly loves you have the heart to torture you!"

Just like Martha, although he was locked up, Bruce believed that as long as he pretended to wail a few times and show his discomfort.

Martha would definitely appear at the window immediately and ask him what was wrong.

Bruce's eyes were extremely dry at this time. He blinked again and entered the dreamland, once again deeply experiencing Martha's love for him.

When he regained consciousness, the little Chinese man next door asked him: "Why do you always want me to resist? Who are you?"

"My name is Bruce, a partner in justice."

Bruce tried hard to rub his body wrapped in restraints and sit up.

He saw the picture on the TV. The cracks on the metal egg were densely packed, and it would collapse in the next second.

Then, there was a cracking sound, and the entire eggshell shattered.

A figure in the eggshell soars into the sky.

He was a native of the motherland, but his image had undergone earth-shaking changes.

He looked only about ten years old, completely transformed into a child.

He hovered in mid-air, laughing maniacally, his eyes flashed red, and laser light emitted, cutting off several buildings in an instant.

Bruce has always had a question, why can his mother come and go freely in Homelander's mind.

Now he knows.

Because Homelander also has a Joker personality in his mind.

Is this the kind of preparation that Mom said about advance preparation?

Bruce suddenly understood Martha's plan, and first used the Joker's personality to wipe out Homelander's personality.

Then Martha went down and wiped out the Joker's personality.

From then on, only his own thoughts were left in this body.

But——

Bruce watched Homelander on TV, who was wantonly destroying the city and was completely unrestrained.

Is this price a bit too high?

"John." Bruce suddenly shouted to the next door.

"I have a request for you now. If you don't want to disappoint me, just do it obediently."

"Huh?"

Little Homelander didn't understand Bruce's train of thought.

Why could he say such words righteously.

"Why should I listen to your orders?"

"Because I am a righteous hero, I want to take you as my younger brother!"

Bruce remembered a word, "From now on, until the end of the matter, you are temporarily my Robin!"