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Chapter 220 Peter the Sun Becomes a Lighthouse for the Bats

The next day.

Gotham General Hospital.

Bruce woke up slowly.

As soon as he woke up, he felt a splitting headache. The slightest movement of his back would cause waves of unbearable pain.

Gritting his teeth to endure the pain, he looked around.

"Are you awake? Bruce?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Bruce looked up towards the window.

Peter, standing in the bright sunlight, turned around and walked slowly towards him.

"gentlemen?"

"Yes, it's me, Bruce."

"Joint Engine Platform! And the Assassin's League!"

Bruce immediately thought of the danger Gotham was going through and his body wanted to get out of bed.

As a result, the wound was affected and he gasped in pain.

"Don't move, Bruce. Your spine is seriously injured. If you move any more, it might break."

Peter motioned to the other party not to move.

"The crisis has been resolved. The temperature of the nuclear reactor of the United Engine Platform has dropped. All members of the Assassin's League have been arrested by the Gotham Police Department."

Peter said to him slowly, "You saved Gotham, Bruce."

"No, it's you, sir."

Bruce smiled bitterly, "It was you who shut down the nuclear reactor, and it was you and John who came to stop Bane at the last minute."

Enduring the pain in his body, Bruce apologized to Peter, "Sir, I'm sorry I hid Batman's identity from you. I didn't mean to do that."

"I understand, Bruce, sometimes we all live our lives wearing a mask."

Peter came over and handed him a glass of water.

"The difference is, Bruce, you chose to wear the mask of 'Bruce Wayne'."

Bruce took the water from Peter with mixed feelings, enduring the discomfort in his body, "I can never hide anything from you, sir."

"Not always."

Peter asked Bruce, who was drinking water, "Why did Bane just break your back, Bruce?"

"He said that he knew I was not afraid of death and even desired it, so he wanted to give me a more severe punishment, not only to torture my body, but also to disintegrate my spirit. He wanted me to witness the destruction and end of Gotham with my own eyes."

Bruce's eyes flashed with sadness, "Sir, what did the doctor say? Can I still stand up?"

"The doctor didn't make any calls, Bruce."

Peter sighed slightly, "As long as you believe, you can stand up."

"I"

Bruce, with sweat beads on his forehead due to the pain, grabbed the bed sheet tightly with his left hand.

"I don't know."

At this moment, Bruce had a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Weakness and pain filled his scarred body.

He had never felt the fragility and pain of his own flesh and blood as he did now.

"Don't let these setbacks get you down, Bruce."

Peter sat on a chair beside the bed and looked at him deeply. "The Bruce Wayne in my memory would not be defeated by such a setback."

"No sir, maybe I'm not as strong as you think."

Bruce showed his weakness in front of Peter.

During his time as Batman, he has consistently demonstrated his determination to never give up and fight crime to himself, criminals, and people like Alfred.

But now that he knew he might never be able to stand up again, he could no longer suppress the despair in his heart.

"Sir, Batman is not as powerful as you think."

"is it?"

Peter looked Bruce in the eyes, "Bruce, humans are inherently weak."

"You may think that Clark and Zu are powerful, just like the sun in the sky, but the sun in the sky emits endless heat, making you want to reach out but dare not look directly at it."

Peter paused for a moment and said to him: "Do you know what sailors want to see? They don't want to see the sun, but a lighthouse."

"The inconspicuous, tattered, dim lighthouse is hard to discern and may be hard to see when the waves are high."

"The lighthouse will always stand, no matter how stormy the weather is or how high the waves are."

"Because the sun is too far away, rowing towards it will only lead to staying in the same place for the rest of your life, but the lighthouse is in the distance, and you can always touch it if you row hard; because the sun is like a god, dazzling but far away, brilliant but blinding, but the lighthouse is built by humans themselves, brick by brick, bit by bit."

Peter looked into Bruce's eyes and became serious. "Humans have always admitted their own weakness, Bruce. We fall and get lost while we are taking steps. The funniest thing is that despite this, we are still moving forward."

"What was your original purpose in becoming Batman?"

Facing Peter's sudden question, Bruce was stunned for a moment, and then said to him: "I don't want to see any more crime in Gotham."

"Well, see, your purpose is so pure, Batman will fail, because success has never been your specialty, Batman will be injured, because invincibility has never been in your genes, Batman will die, because eternity has never been your goal."

"So are humans, and so are you."

Bruce: “.!”

Listening to Peter's deafening voice, he suddenly felt something in his heart being touched.

Suddenly, an illusion arose in my mind that the Godfather understood me, but seemed to understand Batman better.

The haze in his heart seemed to be mostly dispelled by the light from the lighthouse. "Mr.

The expression on Bruce's face was solemn yet relieved. He looked at Peter and felt like his throat was blocked by something. He wanted to say something but couldn't.

Taking a deep breath, Bruce calmed himself down.

Looking up, he suddenly found that Peter had a bottle of blue reagent in his hand.

"What is this, sir?"

"Compound No. 5 is a magical potion that does not exist in this world. Inject it into your body and your back injury will be completely healed. Then you can stand up again."

Peter tells him about Compound Five's abilities.

"but."

He suddenly changed the subject and said, "This thing is not perfect. It can also give you special abilities, making you a superpower."

What Peter handed Bruce was no ordinary Compound Five.

In the Black Robe World, he used the ruby ​​to control the mind of "Uncle Chicken", the head of Water Company, and obtained the more advanced Compound No. 5 within Water Company.

Compared with ordinary Compound No. 5, this reagent completely eliminates the side effects caused by use by ordinary people.

"You mean"

Bruce looked at the compound No. 5 in his hand in shock, "Sir, its side effect is super powers?"

"Well, being given super powers can make you a powerful hero, but sometimes it can also be a curse."

Peter asked Bruce, who was in a daze, "What would you choose? Bruce, are you willing to use it?"

"Should I continue to use my weak human body and try to stand up again and again, or drink it and become a superhero and stand up?"

"I"

Listening to Peter's words, Bruce stared at the compound No. 5 in his hand in silence.

"Think about it, Bruce."

Peter stood up, patted the other person on the shoulder, and left the ward.

Of course he knew what Bruce would choose.

The reason for giving Compound No. 5 to the other party was just to help Bruce strengthen his heart.

Of course, if the car fails, then the person you meet must be a fake Batman.

The next day.

At Wayne Manor, Peter, along with A-Zu, Star-Lord and others, said goodbye to Alfred.

Now that the crisis in Gotham has been resolved, Bruce is recuperating in the hospital, and the teachers at Smallwell School are urging A-Zu and others to return to school.

"I'll visit Bruce often."

Peter shook Alfred's hand, "If you need any help, please contact me, Mr. Alfred."

Although Alfred was in a bad mood because of Bruce's matter, he still forced himself to say to Peter: "I will, sir, thank you, thank you for everything you have done for Bruce."

"You're welcome. I've never considered Bruce an outsider."

When Peter finished greeting the butler and was about to leave, the butler patted his head and apologized, "Sorry, I forgot something important."

As he said this, he walked quickly into the living room and handed Peter a box wrapped in exquisite wooden material.

"The young master asked me to give this to you. He said: He chose the weak but brave human, and you gave him the courage to continue fighting."

Peter took the box from the other and gently opened it.

The blue compound number five was revealed.

Peter closed the box with a snap.

"I can't give him courage. He has always had it."

Peter said to Alfred.

The car sped along the streets of Gotham, and Loki curiously asked Peter, "Dad, how did you know that Batman is Bruce?"

"You forget I have super vision."

Peter frowned and asked Loki, "What did you and John do in the asylum?"

He now began to suspect the cause of the riot at Arkham Asylum.

Is it simply due to poor prison management?

Or was it someone from the League of Assassins who deliberately did this to divert his and Bruce's attention?

Or is it because of those two guys, A-Zu and Loki?

"Nothing, Dad. We were just talking to the shrink, and then there was a riot at the prison, and you ended up showing up there."

Loki said that he didn't cause any trouble this time.

"is it?"

"of course."

Loki quickly changed the subject and asked Peter, "Dad, can Bruce still stand up?"

"He will."

"But he seems to be seriously injured."

Loki expressed his doubts, "Maybe you can use the World Tree to build him a most special wheelchair."

Peter: Go back and wait for my Seven Wolves!

Thanks to "Achilles" for the reward, and thank you readers for your support.

The last chapter is too late, everyone should go to bed early!

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