Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 104 Wish you a sweet dream
"He ran away!"

"His mother came to see him"

The two prison guards huddled in a small corner of the prison. Fear had completely paralyzed them. At this moment, their consciousness was like that of a drunkard or someone who had eaten hallucinogenic mushrooms in the mountains.

"straw."

Batman observed the iron bars of the prison. The cold rain washed over the outer wall of the prison, soaking the bundle of straw that was firmly tied to the bars, making it very tough.

"Jonathan Crane strangled his mother years ago—on Mother's Day."

As the words fell, Batman had already broken off the two steel bars on the iron window with his bare hands, and the bent steel bars directly brought down pieces of flying stones from the concrete wall.

Sure enough, the bundle of wet, coarse straw spread all the way down to the perimeter of Arkham Asylum. In the wind and rain, the pale moonlight illuminated a slender figure riding a horse, wearing a pointed hat and a straw mask, like a scarecrow in a wheat field come to life.

In fact, his nickname is also "Scarecrow" - Jonathan Crane, a mentally ill psychiatrist and one of the super criminals. His unfortunate family has brought him great psychological trauma. At the same time, he is also a chemical genius.

He has developed a special fear gas and is happy to bring this fear to everyone. Everyone has something they are afraid of, and the fear gas can magnify the deepest shadow in a person's heart countless times, making a person completely unable to move. This is what he likes to see the most. He is extremely obsessed with other people's fear, but desperately wants to get rid of his own fear.

Someone helped Scarecrow, someone brought him a lifeline and let him out, Batman thought, and then jumped out of the cell that was dozens of meters high.

In the wind, rain and darkness of the night, he spread out his pitch-black cloak, like a flying bat spreading its pitch-black wings, cutting through the airflow and making a sharp whistling sound, then swooped down towards the scarecrow at a rapid speed, like a huge, shrieking bat monster.

He must not be allowed to go out and do evil in my city today.

"You think you can get away! You think you can!"

The furious bat monster was about to eat someone, but he swooped down and threw the chicken-like scarecrow off his horse, even pulling the hood to the ground.

wrong.

That's not his hood, that's his head?
A light straw head fell to the ground, which made Batman realize that the one on the horse was not the "Scarecrow".

It was a real scarecrow.

A scarecrow infused with fear gas.

In the dark alley, Bruce, wearing a windbreaker, staggered.

He walked slowly down the alley. He could remember this alley because it was the place he had walked through countless times in his dreams - it was originally called Park Street, and now it is called Crime Alley.

This is where Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne were murdered.

I wanted my mother to wear a pearl necklace that night.
Bruce was wandering around with a dazed look on his face.

She told me that the pearl necklace was only worn on special occasions and we were just going to see a movie.

"Mom, can't we make tonight special?"

A tender child's voice echoed in his ears, and that voice belonged to him when he was young.

"Mr. Wayne, Bruce."

A voice sounded behind Bruce, startling him. He turned his head and saw that the blond bearded figure seemed familiar, yet also a little strange.

"What do you want to do!"

He wants a pearl necklace.

A voice immediately responded in his heart, causing Bruce's fear to overflow to the peak almost instantly.

He remembered the man with a gun approaching his mother. Yes! That's right! He wanted that pearl necklace!

"Run, Mom, run!"

Bruce grabbed his mother's hand and ran deep into the alley. He ran as fast as he could, never stopping, so that he would never be caught.

"Don't shoot!" the bearded man yelled. "Don't run, Bruce!" "Run! Run!"

Bruce's face was covered in cold sweat, and fear made his originally handsome features almost twisted into a ball. He remembered nothing, but he remembered running with his mother, running and running, until the gunman could no longer see them and could no longer catch up with them.

Are we safe, he thought, are we doing this?
He just followed his consciousness and drifted farther and farther away. When he was safe, he hugged his mother and cried loudly. Perhaps he didn't even know why he was crying.

I'm safe now, aren't I? Mom isn't dead. I've finally escaped that nightmare with her.

But why can’t I stop crying?

"Take your time and don't shoot."

The blond bearded man put down the walkie-talkie in his hand, slowly approached Bruce, and then froze in place.

This is Gotham Cemetery.

Bruce hugged a tombstone and cried bitterly.

The name on the tombstone is Martha Wayne.

"Sheriff, what should we do?"

Gordon was silent, not knowing how to answer. At this moment, a strange melody floated in the night.

It seemed to be a tune that the sheriff had never heard in his memory, gently singing a song that the sheriff had never heard before.

Although I have never heard it before, it feels very gentle, as if a female voice is singing softly.

"The moon is bright, the wind is calm, and the leaves are covering the window lattices~"

"The piano plays softly, the tune is sweet, and the cradle rocks gently~"

As the gentle voice sang softly, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the clear white moonlight sprinkled on the earth, dyeing Bruce's face silver.

With tears in the corners of his eyes, he fell asleep in the arms of the tombstone.

In the dream, it seemed that a gentle figure held me in his arms, and what I felt on my body was not the cold and wet touch just now, but real warmth.

The feeling of warmth was very familiar, as if he had often felt this warmth when he was a child. The woman touched his head and smiled at him mischievously.

"Little Bruce, why are you still crying even though you've grown up?"

"You were so brave when you were little, you should be even braver when you grow up."

"Mom, did I do something wrong?"

Bruce looked up and asked uneasily, like a child afraid of being punished, and then he saw the smile in his memory.

"Bruce, no matter whether what you did was wrong or not, I will always forgive you."

"Because you are my son."

"And I am your mother."

Alfred sat by the bed, quietly guarding the sleeping Bruce. The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, making people feel warm.

He saw a slight smile on Bruce's tear-stained face, as if he had had a good dream that he hadn't had in a long time, so he hung up his windbreaker. At this time, a white snowman music box fell out from it.

He put the music box back into his windbreaker pocket and gently turned off the bedside lamp.

"Good night, Master Bruce." He whispered, "Sweet dreams."

PS: I stayed up late, but this chapter is suitable for reading at night, so I decided to post it at night.
If I don’t update tomorrow morning, it means I overslept, QVQ.

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