The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 238 Birth
(a week ago)

Wayne Manor.

You can tell from the name that this is the property of the Wayne family.

Located in the northwest corner of Gotham City, the lawn is well manicured, full of Gothic-style gorgeous buildings, and the huge courtyard takes 5 minutes to drive from the front door to the main hall. Anyway, this is the most luxurious real estate in Gotham , luxurious enough to be open to the public to visit, and then collect tickets.

Of course, the Wayne family doesn't need to earn the money for tickets. Therefore, Wayne Manor is never open to the public. There are only a few servants here, an elderly butler, and a standard rich second generation who spends his days and drinks.

At this moment, in an inconspicuous cave inside the manor, the rich second generation was quietly lying on a hospital bed with shocking wounds all over his body, and a needle was piercing through the rough skin on his shoulder. The silk thread connected to the needle scratched through the flesh, and then tightened, closing together with the wound on the other side.

The one who was sewing for Bruce Wayne was a thin and obviously old man. His name was Alfred Pennyworth, and he was the housekeeper of this manor.

65 years old, with thinning hair, tall, but not very strong, wearing the same set of black official uniforms all year round, very inconspicuous, but as every person in the upper class, as long as he sees this old man, he almost feels It can be confirmed that he is the most professional, top-notch and reliable person. It is conceivable that as long as Wayne is in this manor, then this old man will appear by Wayne's side whenever he is needed, whether it is in the morning When you get up, offer a cup of strong tea.
Save his life when he was still covered in blood and blood from the explosion.

After another wound was stitched up, Alfred skillfully cut off the thread, and then began to treat the large area of ​​burns. Some medicine was dripped on the gauze and pressed on the bloody abdomen.

"Forehead"

The pain stimulated Wayne's nerves, he snorted softly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm glad you're awake, Master Wayne." Alfred said softly, but his hands didn't pause at all: "So, do you need some anesthetic now? You still have a lot of injuries."

Wayne shook his drowsy head, and he looked down at his body, which was already bandaged like a mummy.

"How long have I been asleep?" he asked.

"It's only one day, so you are very lucky not to miss the dinner held by the mayor tomorrow." Alfred responded, "And it's even luckier that you have more than 40 wounds all over your body, and seven severe burns." As far as I know, if a cow suffers half of your serious injuries, it will definitely not survive 7 minutes."

Bruce Wayne looked at his old butler quietly. He was still polite, funny, and gentle, but his hidden anger and worry could be heard between the lines, and, even in the dim cave, he Can see Alfred's bloodshot eyes.

"When will you get a good night's sleep?" Wayne asked.

"When I know you're safe." Alfred replied, wrapping the gauze around Wayne's waist.

A moment of silence.
"I'm sorry, I've been lying to you. I dress like this every night and go out to look for those criminals. I can't help it. But I didn't take action. I just called the police. But today, today is a bit special." Wayne lowered head.

Alfred smiled: "I know, Master Wayne, there is nothing in this manor that I don't know about."

"Yeah. You will know for sure. You seem to have superpowers." Wayne said lightly, like a child who has done something wrong. He stretched out his hands and looked at the bruises all over them. He Trembling, she buried her face in her palms: "I'm sorry I killed someone, yes, no, please."

Wayne's voice was also trembling. He knew that he had taken that step after all.

"So, how do you feel?" Alfred asked lightly.

"Excitement, pleasure, and pain." Wayne said, his voice had gradually changed, and his tone seemed to change: "I can feel those emotions, I can't turn back, I know these in fact, I am now I want to find another person at this moment, I think... kill another one, if you weren't by my side, I think I would have rushed out by now, ah-me."

As he spoke, his voice gradually accelerated, and finally he was a little incoherent, and the pain in his eyes gradually turned into excitement.

Alfred quietly looked at Bruce Wayne, who seemed to be gradually changing.

"No you didn't kill someone," he said suddenly.

"What?" Wayne was taken aback, he looked at his old butler blankly, his eyes were full of madness, but he finally retained a little clarity.

"Master, you didn't kill someone." Alfred said still indifferently: "Before you woke up, I had checked some surveillance systems around the Wayne Building, and then I discovered this."

With that said, he handed a tablet to Wayne.

Wayne took it tremblingly, and some monitor images were being played on the screen.

In the corridor, a person was running fast, and then the person knocked open the door leading to the roof, and then the picture changed, and I saw a person frantically strangling a woman's neck, and then there was a gunshot, and the black man The man in clothes was hit and overturned to the ground, while the shooter rushed over quickly, picked up the woman, and disappeared on the top floor of the building. Then, there was an explosion, and the scene stopped abruptly.

Wayne stared blankly at the picture, and the madness in his eyes gradually subsided.

"I didn't kill anyone?"

"Yes, you didn't. At the last moment, you were shot, and then someone rescued the lady, but because I have to treat your wounds, so... I didn't investigate the identities of those people, I hope You don't mind." Alfred still had that calm tone.

Wayne's heavy breath gradually calmed down. Holding the tablet computer, he watched the surveillance video again, and then again, finally,,,,,,
"Thank you," he said.

"You thanked me just now." Alfred responded: "But you can't always thank me, master, you are still young, and you can't lie on my body like this every day for the rest of your long life. So, can you really suppress the desire in your heart?"

Wayne was silent, he didn't know how to answer this question.

"You can't." Alfred answered for him.

"Yes, I can't. I live in the pain of suppressing myself every day. I don't know how long I can hold on." Wayne lowered his head and said painfully.

"Well, pain, unbearable pain." Fred said, but suddenly, he changed his subject: "It's quite interesting to say, you know that in the metropolis on the other side of the river, there are some flying, invulnerable, or People with infinite strength, right? They call themselves superheroes. I actually think that you are the same as them. The slight difference is that they only experienced a short-term mutation pain, and they can possess a power beyond ordinary people. , and the pain you have to go through is long, originating from yourself, and going through a lifetime of pain, so I think, you may be able to join them, so that you have a channel to vent, otherwise you will put yourself Crazy."

"I've thought about it, I've always thought about it in fact but I'm not like them and I'm going to lose myself."

"Of course you can't control it, so I think you can set a bottom line for yourself."

"Bottom line?"

"Yes, there is always a final bottom line between relief and pain, as long as you don't cross it, then you are still righteous, just like those people wearing red cloaks flying all over the sky, then you won't To be seen as a horrible person would not be a lunatic...but a hero."

"But... what's the bottom line?"

"You can't! You can! Kill! People!" Alfred said word by word.

Wayne has never seen his butler be so serious. However, following these words, a cold feeling gradually developed in his heart, which made him depressed almost to the point of collapse. The dry heat dissipated quietly.

Wayne, just so quietly, fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he finally figured out something, and then looked at his housekeeper again. The gaze that hadn't changed since he was 8 years old seemed to finally loosen, showing relief, and revealing incomparable perseverance.

"Thank you. You saved me, not just my life."

"This is already the third time, please don't thank me anymore, I am your housekeeper." Alfred said with a smile: "Besides, this method is not what I thought of, but you."

"Me?" Wayne was taken aback.

"Yeah, you inspired me. The symbol you painted on your clothes reminded me of those heroes' logos. In fact, you can also make a logo. I think the one you painted on your clothes is pretty good." Alfred said.

Wayne was even more confused, he had never drawn anything on his clothes.

So, he turned his body to another angle with difficulty, and then looked at his night clothes.

Immediately afterwards, he was surprised to find that on the chest of the night suit, a strange pattern was drawn with blood, like a bat with its wings spread.

No one will know about this conversation in the cave.

What everyone knows is that three days later, a strange person appeared in Gotham City.

Some said he was a mutant with huge wings and covered in jet black, others said he was just a caped psychopath flying around on rooftops.In fact, very few people have actually seen him.At first, people were afraid of this guy, after all, he seemed to only appear at night, and his appearance was really intrusive, but, over time, people also knew what he was doing.

He saved a woman who was being robbed and crushed the robber's thigh along the way.

He saved a baby in the fire, and then disappeared into the night.

At the port on the river bank, he seized an arms deal and hung all the prisoners upside down on the dock.

He also beat a perverted tail criminal until his nose was bruised, tied up naked, and threw him at the gate of the police station.

Well, this guy was an unlicensed vigilante who abused lynching, and to put it more bluntly, he was actually a criminal.This kind of person will be hated by 90.00% of the people. In addition to criminals, there are also policemen, mayors, citizens, etc. After all, no one wants to have such a masked psychopath wandering around every night, although he does It's a brave act, but he's too harsh.

Of course, in addition to disgust and abuse, there will also be people who will shout thank you loudly in the direction where he disappeared at night.

Most of these people are children with heroic dreams.

And those in distress who have just been rescued.

Gradually, this strange man in black also had his own title.
batman.

(End of this chapter)