Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 59: The separation between the ship and the bay is the fate of the Bat Family
"Shua"
The biological capsule containing Brother A's black skeleton was thrown at his feet. Mason fulfilled his promise and returned the things that belonged to Alex Mercer to him.
The latter was obviously not a talkative person and did not express much.
He leaned over to open the bio-capsule, reached out to touch the skeleton that looked like a burnt body, and casually placed his left hand on the bones. The next moment, he was like an abominable thing "melting" under the sun, and moved into the bones in a dissipating posture, and soon his flesh and blood regenerated.
Ten seconds later, Mercer opened his eyes in the bio-chamber.
He moved his arms and stood up, then pinched his fingers and dropped the dozen or so locators, trackers and monitors that Mason had hidden in the corpse at his feet.
"Thanks"
A jerky voice came out of this guy's mouth, as if the whole world owed him money.
At Mason's signal, Diana also walked over dragging the big bag in her hand. She looked warily at Brother A, who didn't look like a good guy. This guy put a lot of pressure on Wonder Woman.
But after the baptism of a world war, the heroine has established trust in Mason.
She dropped the bag in her hand and pulled out the lasso of truth that was binding the bag.
The ferocious Leopard Woman jumped out from the crowd and pounced on Mason with a howl, but the next moment Brother A, who flashed over like a ghost, grabbed her by the neck and lifted her into the air.
The Leopard Woman is very miserable.
Her originally shiny and glossy mane was now covered in blue and purple patches, and her tail had been plucked bald, which greatly reduced her appearance. The blood was now only a small cluster left, as if a bad girl had gotten a strange tattoo on her chest.
This made Brother A frown.
He said:
"Why is there only so much left?"
"Don't blame us."
Diana explained:
“After the War Queen defeated her, she screamed and begged the power not to abandon her, but the Red of All Living Things still dissipated, leaving only a little bit on her body.
Maybe she can tell us more, but I have a request!"
Wonder Woman flexed her wrist and said:
"You can't harm her. Leopard Girl has committed many crimes against the Amazon Kingdom. She needs to be taken back to Paradise Island and imprisoned and tried. I guarantee that she won't have time to come to the mortal world to make trouble for centuries."
"I only want the red of all living things!"
Brother A said in a hoarse voice:
"I have no interest in killing or forgiving. Speak, kitten."
This was due to the Blacklight Virus's devouring pressure on life, causing the no longer brave Leopard Woman to tremble. After being severely punished by the Queen of War, she did not dare to get angry for the time being.
He could only pinch his crooked nose pitifully and say with a grin:
"The Red of All Living Things represents the origin of life, and the survival of the fittest is the norm of life. Therefore, for the agents of the Red of All Living Things, they must prove their strength to this root power in order to be favored by the mystery of life.
Losing once or twice is not a big problem, but if you keep losing you will be ruthlessly abandoned.
Life will instinctively tend towards the strong; this is the law of survival and growth.
As for the dissipated life force, it has returned to the world. At the end of the war, the pressure from the destruction dissipated, making it unnecessary for the red of all living things to gather. "
Leopard Woman bared her teeth and glanced at Mason.
She said:
"The power of life believes that the safety of this world has been guaranteed and it will no longer be in danger of destruction. In addition, the power of the Black of Decay has also been defeated and absorbed. Therefore, the Red of All Living Things will not select agents for a short period of time!"
"Well, this explanation makes sense."
Mason nodded. Brother A was not angry. What he needed was not the great power of the Red of All Living Things. Just a little bit of the power characteristics was enough for him to figure out the mystery of "seeding the source of life".
So under Mercer's "death stare", the aggrieved Leopard Girl had to voluntarily give up the last bit of the power characteristic of the Red of All Living Things in her body.
Just like when Franklin extracted the fragments of the green of all things and condensed them into a red energy orb, it fell into the box in Mason's hand.
With a click, the magic box closed and Mason handed it to Brother A again.
The latter took it in his hand and threw the weak Cheetah to Wonder Woman, who then handcuffed her with Amazon steel shackles with a click and dragged her towards the invisible fighter.
The story of the old enemies Diana and Cheetah could not be told in a day and a night. The entanglement between them is just like that between the Joker and Batman. It has been long-lasting and has even become a relationship of both enemies and friends.
As she was being brought aboard, Leopard Woman was still wagging her tail and begging Diana to give her a more comfortable cell, just for her help in defeating the Dark of Decay.
Wonder Woman happily agreed.
Most of the time, this Amazon goddess of war is a straightforward person. As long as you don't provoke her or violate her taboos, she is easy to talk to.
"I say, are you planning to find a deserted world and commit suicide by sowing the seeds of life?"
Mason looked at Brother A who was about to leave. He lit a cigarette and said:
"You know that the best outcome for you to restore your world now is to go through the test of impact, so why not wait a little longer?"
"What are you waiting for? Waiting for hope? Then I might as well look forward to death. At least death will definitely come."
Mercer stopped, looked back at Mason, and said indifferently:
"The end of everything is a general trend. This corrupt universe can't hold out for much longer. I don't think I can survive the change of eras. If I don't release them now, they won't even have the chance to see the end of the world with their own eyes.
As for me, as I just said, I am tired.
This is just a job, a heavy mission, and I don't want to play anymore. The best thing about this situation is that no one will blame me if I give up halfway."
"That's what I said."
Mason flicked the ash off his cigarette, blew a smoke ring, and said:
“But we still have to look forward to the future, what if it suddenly comes true one day?
I just happen to have a plan here, and if you don't have anything urgent, I personally welcome you to go to the other world to attend the K team meeting in two and a half hours.
Well, I'll just be a non-staff member."
"I am an A-level personnel, and I want to become a non-staff member of your B-level team?"
Brother A said in a bad tone:
"Isn't this a bit too outrageous?"
"Things have changed, man."
Mason sneered and said:
"Those who still cling to the old ways will be eliminated. The good days for you A-level guys are over. I am now giving you, a lost dog, a way out.
If you have any conscience, you should say thank you to Brother Mason now."
"…Thanks, Brother Mason."
…
Catwoman, wearing a tights, jumped into the wall of Wayne Manor with cheerful steps, and easily avoided the security facilities that the master had just upgraded for his own manor. She stretched her body and jumped onto the window as if she was returning to her own cat bed.
She obviously had keys to every room, but she just liked to enter the house this way.
Perhaps this is also a kind of remembrance and commemoration of past identities.
Of course, occasionally when the mood strikes at midnight, it's great fun to sneak into the master's bedroom and have some shameless sex in this way. Although Batman doesn't say it, Catwoman knows that he enjoys this kind of fun too.
After all, who hasn't had the fantasy of a naughty female thief sneaking into your room in the middle of the night, hiding under the covers and sending horny reactions to you?
As a man, what's wrong with being a little perverted?
But tonight's situation is special.
When Selina slid into the bedroom in her high-heeled combat boots that could kill people, what appeared before her eyes was not the sexy big chin or an unsharpened batarang.
Bruce Wayne was standing by another window in his pajamas, completely lacking the usual vigilance of Batman, until Catwoman walked up behind him with seductive steps, only then she noticed that Bruce was holding a letter in his hand.
She immediately realized what had happened and reached out to hug her beloved man from behind, and asked softly:
"They left?"
"Um."
The master nodded, sighed, and handed the envelope in his hand to Selina.
For Batman, asking him to share his secrets with others is even more painful than killing him, but at this moment he is obviously out of control of his emotions, perhaps because the uncontrollable sadness in his heart urgently needs to be shared by others.
The person standing in the room at this moment is not the indestructible Batman. The person standing next to Selina at this moment is just a sad old boy who has lost his parents again.
"Don't cry. Batman can't cry. He will be laughed at by the super criminals."
Catwoman was very familiar with handling this kind of thing. She jumped lightly to the window and sat there, gently turning Bruce's head and placing it on her long and perfect legs with amazing curves.
She stroked his hair and hummed a song, then opened the envelope in her hand.
The handwriting is beautiful and elegant, and it is obvious that it was written by a lady from a noble family.
"My dear Bruce baby:
I argued with Thomas for a long time and was finally convinced by him. But with great sadness we have to say goodbye to you again, not because we no longer love you, nor because of the difference between the two worlds.
In the intervals between lucidity and madness, I once asked myself whether the grown-up Bruce in front of me was the little cutie I lost back then.
I have observed you sleeping by your bed countless times, helped you organize your clothes and prepared dinner for you countless times, and I quietly entered your life and observed you silently.
Finally I was able to confirm that you are our son.
Perhaps fate did not allow the Wayne family to achieve long-term happiness, so it divided my life, Thomas's life and yours into two on the night when you were eight years old.
You are left in this world in sorrow, and we are thrown into another hell in despair.
We crawled back from hell to the world to find you, and you never . Finally, we broke through the shackles of fate and met again in this city.
This means a lot to you and to us.
My dear child, although the reunion was short and unfamiliar, the awkwardness at dinner was daunting, and your conversation with your father ended in failure, I still thank you for giving us this opportunity.
You are inviting us back into your life.
But it's not time yet, child.
You are more than Bruce Wayne, more than the child of Martha and Thomas, more than the heir to the Wayne family, you are also Batman.
You are still the dark knight who wanders in darkness but serves the light.
That is another face you created for yourself with pain after losing us. It has become one with you and a part of your life.
And we, we have become accustomed to coexisting with darkness and becoming part of the darkness.
If you accept us, it means you have to give up your identity as Batman, but my child, what parent would force their baby to give up his or her life?
We cannot be so selfish, and we are unwilling to put our babies in an environment where we cannot let go of our own pain.
I know this is a difficult choice, so we don't want you to bear it all.
my darling.
Don't be sad about this separation, your parents are still by your side. Even in different worlds, we can still feel the resonance of each other's pulse and heartbeat because we are moving towards a common goal.
We promise you, Bruce.
When you finally and willingly take off the Batman mask and return wholeheartedly to the life of Bruce Wayne, Thomas and I will rush back day and night to drink reunion wine with our baby.
I wish you all the best.
Love comes from your mother who has cried so hard that she can't stop, and your father who has no conscience and is urging me to leave.
Love you Martha and Thomas."
After Lady Cat finished reading the letter, she felt a surge of powerless sadness in her heart.
No one knew better than her what a major life change Martha and Thomas' return meant to Bruce, but in fact she had discussed this issue with Mason .
The wise little man had reminded her firmly that when Bruce recognized Martha and Thomas, it would be the time for them to separate again.
Once again, he was right.
But Martha's decision cannot be said to be wrong.
Martha is the Joker, and no one understands better than her the cruelty and heaviness of Batman's self-destructive career plan, which is an insurmountable obstacle between Bruce and his parents.
"Honey."
Lady Catwoman leaned over and kissed the master's ear as he closed his eyes and buried his face between her legs. She whispered:
"Shall we...shall we retire? Tonight, if you like, we say goodbye to Batman and Catwoman and become Bruce and Selina again.
You see, Grayson is mature enough, Bucket Two is brave enough, Barbara is wise enough, and even Damian and Tim are ready.
It is time to hand them your cloak."
She was answered with speechless silence.
But silence is also an answer.
After a long time, Catwoman sighed, jumped down from the window, and ordered the symbiote to disarm with a little annoyance, and then pushed the master onto the bed roughly.
She got into bed angrily , covered her head and said in a muffled voice:
"Rest now. You have to go out on night patrol in a few hours. Look at how panicked people are after the world war. If you don't show up, the whole Gotham City will be in chaos... Oh no!
what!
Don't touch me, I'm upset...
Hate!"
A few minutes later, the old butler Ah Fu, who was carrying afternoon tea to Master Wayne's room, suddenly stopped at the door. He heard some strange noises, curled his lips, turned around and left with the afternoon tea.
I can't help but sigh that even Bruce Wayne, who is Batman, has some playboy habits. Look at what time it is now?
They started to indulge in promiscuity in broad daylight.
Of course, as an old man, he understood that there must be a reason why the usually self-disciplined Wayne was so indulgent, but he did not choose to meddle in other people's business.
"The Alfred Protocol."
Old Ah Fu coughed and said softly to the vintage watch on his wrist that he had just begged from Cyborg:
"Begin routine maintenance of the Batcave, refuel the Batmobile, and maintain the Batmobile and the fighter plane."
"receive."
The blue pixels quickly gathered around the Butler to form an image of an old data butler who was extremely similar to him, but no longer had the crazy look of the killing program in the hands of the killing machine Batman that had taken drugs and lost its mind.
The data steward asked politely:
"Do you want to start the city's surveillance program and implement the rectification protocol? The integration of lethal weapons has been completed, and criminal targets can be eliminated at any time."
“No need.”
The old butler placed the afternoon tea that Ben had left for his master on the table in front of him. He took a break from his busy schedule to enjoy the afternoon breeze while leaning back in his chair and whispering:
"Leave some fun for Wayne, he needs to vent now. The poor kid is a greedy kid who wants the warmth of family but is unwilling to give up his responsibilities.
well……
But then again, who isn't a greedy baby? "
