Batman's Owl Godfather

in reality.

Katum grabbed Bruce's unconscious body and flew towards the villa.

He hummed a familiar song from his previous life: "Only my mother is good in the world..."

When he flew to the villa, he casually threw Bruce's body on the sofa.

Batboy still closed his eyes tightly, showing no sign of waking up.

"I don't know what you are dreaming about now."

The owl sighed, "Sleeping so peacefully, I would have thought you were dead if I didn't know."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was suddenly a violent vibration in the distance.

Katum raised his head and saw a figure hovering over the city in the distance, continuously emitting laser light.

"How come the people of the motherland have become so young and are still laughing so crazily?"

Katum frowned, remembering what Martha had said before.

Bruce's life shouldn't be so fragile, I want to give him a complete life...

"So that's it."

Katum sighed longly, "Although she is Martha, is she still a clown after all? In order to achieve the goal, you really have to do whatever it takes."

Ordinary criminals would never think of such a method.

It was a bit too much.

The owl turned to look at the sleeping Bruce.

"It's almost time for you to open your eyes, even if it's not you who wakes up..."

…

The thinking realm of the motherland, the laboratory room.

Bruce looked at the people of his motherland on the screen, constantly causing destruction, the city was filled with cries, and the pain was spreading.

In the next room, the little Chinese people are asking questions.

"What do you call your Robin? Do you mean you need my help?"

"If you ask me, of course I can help you, but I have to come back here afterwards."

"By the way, you are a hero of justice, so what is your name? Superheroes all have names!"

Bruce didn't answer, he just slowly closed his eyes.

Entering the dream that Martha weaved for him.

It's still Gotham, it's still Wayne Manor, it's still... that sweet home.

"Bruce, you're back!"

Martha acted as a mother figure, adjusting Bruce's collar.

Her eyes were gentle: "It's about time you understood that no matter how far you are from home, you will eventually return to your mother."

"Mother."

Bruce said softly, "Is it necessary to go to this extent? Why do our grievances involve innocent people?"

Isn't it because the people of the motherland are wreaking havoc in the city just to make Bruce feel uneasy and bow to Martha?

Either accept Masha's terms, or watch the people of the motherland destroy the country.

"You still don't understand my determination."

Martha leaned down and kissed Bruce gently on the forehead.

"When I came to this world, I had already thought about it. In order to achieve my goal, I will do whatever it takes.

"I used Huey to confirm whether you would stop him from killing people. If you had just sat back and watched, there would be no need for me to let the people of the motherland wreak havoc now.

"I continue to instill the clown's thoughts into the people of my motherland and coax them to drink the diluted clown virus in order to make them develop the personality of the clown and fall into madness.

“Even the N metal I brought here is to transform his body and make him more like you.

"Bruce, no matter how crazy I am, I do it for you in the end."

Martha suddenly held Bruce in her arms.

“I’ve been following you, and I’ve watched every video of you since you were selected for the Seven.

“Every time I watch it, I become more determined.

"It doesn't matter if you hate me now, you can erase this memory later and we can start from scratch.

"But Bruce, the premise of everything is that you must go back with me!"

Bruce felt the warmth of his mother's arms. This feeling was real, not like a dream.

It has been five years since he was held by his mother.

but……

He cannot sink!

"Mom," Bruce whispered, "you're really crazy."

"Did you just know?"

Martha gently pressed her son's face against hers and said softly.

Bruce raised his head and looked through the window at Gotham outside.

"Mom, you may not understand how determined I am."

He raised his hand, and a gift box with black packaging and yellow ribbon appeared in his hand.

That was Katum's gift to him.

When he feels the need to open it, he can open it.

Well, now is the time.

"Mom, this was never what I wanted. I never thought about making others suffer for the sake of my own happiness.

"On the contrary, for the happiness of Gotham, I would rather suffer."

He hugged Martha and unwrapped the gift box behind her back.

A small red metal box fell from the gift box into his hand.

He had seen that thing before.

Bat launcher?

No, no!

Bruce pinched the bat launcher and flipped it to its back.

Then he saw, on the back of the Bat Launcher, a sticker.

It was a grinning owl.

Seeing the familiar owl, Bruce couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

Is that so?

He had indeed seen many times that in the small workshop built by Katum, the owl huddled in front of the workbench, not knowing what it was doing.

Now he finally knows.

The bat launcher sent by Barbatos is no longer a bat launcher.

Its more appropriate name, is the Owl Launcher.

"Mother."

Bruce suddenly buried his head in Martha's arms, with a tremor in his voice, and he suppressed the sound of crying.

"There has never been a moment when I felt that I was not your child, and there has never been a moment when I didn't think about you and dad.

"But it is precisely because as a son, I can no longer watch you continue to make mistakes.

"Mom, if I can't save you from your mistakes, let Gotham burn!"

Martha, who was immersed in the hug, suddenly opened her eyes, and she realized something was wrong.

Bruce released his embrace from her and backed away slowly.

"what are you up to?"

Martha said blankly, "It's useless, you can't escape this dream."

"I know."

Bruce lowered his head and looked at the owl launcher in his hand.

“If you think of this as a dream, it might be a lot easier.

"But how could I think that?

“Because in my hand, I’m holding this Owl launcher.

"And I-"

Bruce looked up, tears streaming down his face.

Looking at Martha who looked worried, Bruce's eyes were especially firm.

"I'm Batman!

"From Zur'a!"

boom--

At this moment, everything in front of Bruce shattered.

Martha and Gotham disappeared, and instead, the world in Bruce's mind became clearer.

Everyone has his own thinking palace.

And what belongs to Bruce is a planet named Zur'a!

He looked up and the sky was burning.

Bruce is in ruins, and his mental palace is being built.

Buildings rose up one after another, piecing together the Gotham that Bruce remembered.

On a huge stone platform suspended in the void, pitch black stone pillars stood up, building a huge temple.

Bruce took a step out of thin air, and a step automatically flew under his feet.

Countless pasts were integrated in front of him, becoming pages after pages in a masterpiece called Bruce.

Bruce has embarked on the long journey of self-achievement!

A giant clock wheel appeared behind him, its hands spinning counterclockwise.

With every step Bruce took, he got a little closer to himself.

Finally, he came to the stone platform in the void and entered the temple of thinking.

A giant bat is carved above the temple. Under the bat is a towering throne with six different figures beside it.

Those six figures were very familiar to Bruce, because they were the illusions he had created of the members of the Justice League.

They looked at him in silence.

And on that throne, a figure sat.

He had the exact same face as Bruce, but his eyes were extremely indifferent.

This is Bruce's second personality.

Zuernea Batman.

Bruce walked towards the throne, and an illusion took a step to stop his progress.

It is the illusion of Superman, and it is also the illusion that Bruce has been blessed by the patron saint so far.

Bruce just glanced at him, and the Superman illusion stopped all subsequent actions.

Zubat looked at Bruce and said calmly: "The person who came here is not good..."

"I'm not the one who came."

Bruce has arrived in front of the throne, "This is my world!"

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Zuern'a's skirt, and with a little force, he pulled the second personality up from the throne of thinking and threw it to the ground.

"This is my thinking, everything should be decided by me!"

Bruce turned around and sat on his own throne.

"I don't know when you were born, maybe when I left Gotham? Maybe when I first came into contact with metal? Or - have you always been with me?

"But one thing, you have to remember, you are just a second personality! Don't go overboard!"

Bruce asserts the sovereignty of his mind to Zubat.

And Zubat's eyes were stern. He was also Bruce and would not bow to anyone.

There will be a collision between personality and personality.

But suddenly, the hoot of an owl came from the void.

"Gugu——"

With a bang, a strange little owl appeared behind Zubat.

This owl is a bit round, obviously it is a bird, but it is wearing Batman's uniform.

When the owl appeared, the restless Ancestral Bat suddenly seemed to be still. Apart from moving its eyes, it could not do anything else.

"You kid, you finally opened the gift box!"

The little owl laughed loudly, "How about it, is your godfather awesome?"

Bruce looked at the owl and felt Katum's shadow in him.

But why wearing Batman's uniform?

The little owl flew away from Zubat, and Zubat immediately regained its ability to move.

"I am King Katum's back-up man specially designed for Zubat."

The little owl introduced himself, "You can understand me as the second personality of King Katum! My name is Katum II!"

In order to deal with Batman's second personality, the solution given by the Owl Godfather is to create a second personality of his own.

Let the second versus the second, and personality governs personality.

Ka II said: "From now on, as long as I am in this palace, Ancestral Bat will always be suppressed!"

Bruce nodded. Katum had indeed thought of the most comprehensive solution.

"Zu Bat, my body is unconscious now, and I need a personality to stop Homelander. This task is for you!"

Bruce lowered his head, "I don't care what you do specifically, Katum will keep an eye on you in reality!"

Zu Bat's eyes were uncertain, and he was obviously unwilling to cooperate.

Bruce's tone softened a little: "If you don't help, many innocent people will die. This is to save my mother's mistake."

Hearing this, Zu Bat's expression relaxed.

No matter what, he is still Batman after all.

...

In the villa, Bruce's body lying on the sofa suddenly began to tremble.

Then he opened his eyes.

"It seems that Bruce has lived up to my trust."

Owl looked as expected, "How about it, what should I call you? Bruce, or Zurn?"

"Whatever you want."

Zu Bat said coldly, "I don't have time to chat with you, I will immediately gather the seven."

Gather all forces to stop the Homelander's riot.

Zu Bat wants to fight Homelander!