American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

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On the desk, Dior focused the light from the lamp onto the letter.

He held sandpaper in his hand, aiming it at the last line of text on the letter, and began to sand it bit by bit.

He had just discovered that this paper was not ordinary letter paper; it had been deliberately thickened.

Thomas probably thought it would take Bruce a long time to find the secret room, so he used this kind of paper.

But he didn't expect that Bruce wasn't the first to find the secret room.

Dior focused intently on controlling the force in his hands.

The writing on the letter gradually disappeared.

Finally, he picked up the letter, placed it under the lamp to examine it carefully, and nodded in satisfaction.

The entire letter is identical to the rest, except for one line that was polished under a light, which is a bit rough.

There are almost no visible signs of friction.

After cleaning up the scene, Dior glanced at the darkening sky outside and walked towards the living room.

Judging by the time, Bruce should be back from the hospital by now.

A short while later.

The sound of brakes came from outside the door.

Bruce pushed the door open and came in.

"Bruce".

Dio picked up the letter with Bruce's name on it from the table and handed it to him.

"I found this. It's a gift for you."

"For me?"

Bruce took the letter, his expression gradually shifting from casual to serious.

"This is my father's handwriting."

"Dear Bruce..."

He continued reading, his voice gradually choking up, but he still forced himself to continue.

"I don't know what happened between your mother and me."

"I don't even know how old you are, so I won't give you any fatherly advice."

"I hope you will choose the path of happiness, my son, unless... unless you have found your true calling."

Bruce looked up, his eyes red-rimmed, but a deep sense of confusion lingered in them.

Most of the time, he was the one being pushed around; he passively resisted Dio's invasion and the subsequent pursuit.

His so-called "true mission" only had a rough outline; it had a skeleton but no flesh and blood.

Dior saw all of this.

A smile played on his lips; he was quite satisfied.

Feeling lost? That's perfectly normal.

If he's not confused, how else can he operate?

"My true mission?"

Bruce muttered to himself, a deep crease forming on one corner of the envelope.

"Dio, this letter-----"

boom!

Lightning suddenly exploded!

The surrounding papers were instantly shattered into pieces.

The blinding white light illuminated the faces of the two boys, who were still in shock.

"Bruce!! Listen to me!!!"

Within the vortex of lightning, a man clad in red armor anxiously reached out his hand.

The bright light was so dazzling that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.

"Were you chosen by the light? You're so bright! Ultraman?"

Dio barely managed to keep his eyelids open, but could only see a blurry red blur.

"I don't think so!!! Ah!"

Bruce covered his eyes and curled up in pain to the side.

The thunder was so loud it almost ruptured their eardrums.

A faint sound, seemingly spanning countless hours, emanated from the vortex.

The red armor mask slowly rose, revealing a young yet unusually weathered face.

"It's Louise! Louise Lane! She's the key!!"

"Wait! Two kids! Damn it! I'm too early! Too early!!"

"ah!!!"

An out-of-control lightning bolt struck The Flash, Barry, in the face, and he cried out in pain.

"Remember! You're right about him! You've never been wrong about him!! Remember to find us, Bruce!!"

"Bruce!"

The lightning vortex suddenly collapsed, and a tiny shockwave exploded from the center.

"What?! Chariot!!!"

Dio's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively shoved Bruce while summoning his Stand.

boom!

The shockwave spread instantly.

The glass around them shattered all over the floor.

Despite the armor of the silver chariot protecting him, Dio was still thrown back by the shockwave.

The two boys fell to the ground in a sorry state, rolling several times.

"puff----"

A mouthful of blood gushed from the blond boy's mouth.

"What's that? A superpowered person like you?"

"His abilities are lightning and riddles? I can't understand what he's saying. Is this even English?"

Bruce wiped the wound on his face, forced himself to get up, and looked dazed.

Because of the greater distance, his injuries were less severe than Dio's, but only slightly.

"I don't know... Damn it!"

Dior felt a tightness in his chest and could only barely stand by leaning against the wall; his face looked extremely pale.

Is that guy Barry Allen, the Flash?

The fastest man in the world?

Why are you wearing armor?

Do I need to remind Bruce across time and space?

What happened in the future?

Lois Lane? Superman's girlfriend? Why is she the key figure?

Countless questions were exploding in his mind, but he couldn't calm down and think about them at all.

Bruce staggered over, helped Dio up, and the two of them moved step by step toward the plane.

The ambulance arrived quickly.

The two people injured by the shockwave were taken to the hospital.

In the ward, two people lay side by side after completing their examinations, their eyes lifeless.

No one could withstand an environment with both lightning and shockwaves.

Dio grimaced and rubbed his ears; even with Joestar blood, his ears were still ringing.

"Who is Louise Lane? Sounds like a woman."

Bruce forced himself to sit up and looked at Dio beside him.

"Why does that lightning puzzle master know my name?"

"Aren't you good at analyzing micro-expressions? Did you see anything?"

Dio twitched his lips, stared at the double image appearing on the ceiling above him, and shook his head:

"That man was wearing a mask, unlike us; he has a family."

"Besides, didn't he say he arrived early? Maybe we'll see each other again in a couple of years."

Bruce rubbed his throbbing head and reluctantly accepted the statement, but secretly made up his mind.

The next time he sees that lightning man, he'll definitely punch him hard.

That damn lightning riddle-teller! All he does is spout weird stuff!!!

Dio lay on the bed, his brow furrowed.

The Flash traveling through time to issue a warning is no small matter.

But in the instant the Speed ​​Force vortex closed, he could barely make out Barry's face—young yet weathered, probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

Even if something really happens, it will be more than ten years from now.

Now he's only afraid of some kind of butterfly effect.

If Barry messes things up and creates a flashpoint, it will be even worse.

Damn lightning brat!

"There's more and more stuff going on," Dio complained under his breath.

Actually, he's already thinking about getting some kryptonite just in case.

Since Louise Lane is the key, there is only one possibility.

Dio glanced at Bruce beside him with some resentment, thinking to himself.

It's highly likely that Bruce, that playboy, will hook up with Superman's girlfriend in the future!

So Louise is the key!

At that moment, a nurse pushed in a hospital bed.

"Young Master Bruce, Young Master Dior."

"Alfred?" Bruce forced a smile.

"Young masters, are you alright?"

"It's alright, but it's possible it was struck by lightning."

"What?"

Alfred coughed violently in his hospital bed.

"But judging from how you guys are still joking around, it shouldn't be anything serious."

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"The Wayne Group is having a charity banquet in a few days."

"You can go, or you can not go."

"Health comes first."