I train Batman in a horror world

Good news, Bruce Wayne has ascended.

Bad news: Bruce Wayne has ascended back to Gotham.

Bruce himself had no idea that his departure would cause such a massive discussion among the people of Uncle Nine's world.

Even if he knew, he would say that it was all Fowle's fault, and had nothing to do with him.

It's obvious that this was a "good deed" deliberately orchestrated by Fowler; we mustn't pin the blame on him.

I only have one sentence to say in response.

He wants to go home.

......

Gotham.

Wayne Manor.

"Five years!"

"A full five years!"

"Do you know how I've lived these past five years?! I haven't dared to leave Wayne Manor even for a single step, not even a single step!"

"Because I'm terrified that this damned, sinful, dark city will devour me!"

"My young master Bruce, when are you finally coming back?!"

The Batcave is currently causing Alfred, the current owner of the manor, a great deal of trouble.

The latter showed no emotion whatsoever upon hearing Bat Cave's words.

He simply and quietly trimmed the flowers in front of him.

Click.

The scissors missed their target, and the vase in front of them floated up.

"Don't cut it!"

"Oh, my dear Wayne Manor, what little tantrum are you throwing now?"

Batcave cried out urgently, "Why isn't Bruce Wayne back yet! I have a feeling that if he doesn't come back soon, Gotham is going to eat me alive!"

"He is growing ever darker; sooner or later, I will become His fodder!"

"Do you even understand anything?!"

Upon hearing this, Alfred raised an eyebrow and calmly replied, "Sorry, I really don't understand."

"Ahhh!!!"

From the butler's perspective, everything around him was flying around like crazy!

Alfred, standing in the middle of it, showed no surprise whatsoever.

He simply said, "Whatever you do, don't break a single item. Remember, absolutely not."

The bat caveman panicked: "If you don't come back soon, I'm going to die!"

"That's great, then I can be a real butler again."

"Wow, you're so vicious!"

Alfred listened to the Batcave's complaints with his left ear and let them pass through his right.

The last time I made contact with Master Bruce was a month ago.

In a letter at that time, Bruce wrote: "Alfred, I'm doing well here and will be back soon."

Although he didn't know exactly when his young master would return.

But the waiting time is always long.

Even though Alfred tried to stop himself from thinking about it, he couldn't help but miss his young master.

I wonder if the young master is doing well over there.

Suddenly.

The Bat Cave's voice suddenly grew louder!

"Yay! My young master is back!"

The vases, coffee tables, teacups, and even brooms that it had controlled to levitate all fell to the ground in an instant.

This scene made Alfred's eyelids twitch violently.

He felt he really should let Bruce teach this Batcave a lesson.

At worst, they'd call him "Follower".

......

Same as last time.

The moment Bruce passed through the vortex gate, he landed on the soft bed in the room.

Butt seemed to miss this feeling and didn't want Bruce to get up and leave.

"You pass!"

"Not again?!"

Bruce couldn't help but cover his ears.

Ever since his body was cleansed by that purple lightning, his senses have become increasingly acute.

Fowler's sudden shout made him somewhat uncomfortable.

"Great! We've ascended!"

"Oh no, how did I end up in Gotham?! I want to go home! I want to go home!!!"

Upon hearing this, Bruce glanced helplessly at the bats flying around on the ceiling.

Having been away from home for so long, it's impossible not to miss it.

Now that I'm back safe and sound, I feel much more relaxed.

He lay sprawled on the bed, wanting to enjoy this moment of peace.

It's definitely not his butt that's causing the problem.

Absolutely not...

"My young master!"

A loud bang!

The room door was pushed open out of thin air by something.

Suddenly, the blanket on the bed was pulled over him, but the next second, a loud shout rang out in the room.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?! Why can't I get close to you?!"

"You little brat, you didn't even greet me when Master Fu was here! I really need to teach you a lesson!"

"Young master, save me!"

After saying that, Foul grabbed a wisp of air and started punching it.

Bruce blinked.

He discovered that he could actually see the existence of the bat cave?

The other party was like a chaotic, unruly soul that appeared in his field of vision and was being brutally beaten by Holmes, looking utterly pathetic.

What is the reason for this?

Is it because I have studied Taoist practices?

Or was it because you were struck by lightning?

Bruce wanted to continue thinking, but the person at the door wouldn't allow him to continue.

"Welcome home, Master Bruce."

"Afu!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Bruce immediately got up from the soft bed and hugged the butler.

Communication via letters can never compare to face-to-face interaction.

He missed Alfred very much.

"Oh, my young master, you've grown taller, fairer, and...smell better?"

The butler looked at his young master with curiosity.

The boy grew into a teenager, his cute face became a handsome face, and he also gained a reliable aura.

"It seems you'll have to be more careful in the future, young master," the butler said with a smile.

"Pay attention to what?" Bruceston asked, puzzled.

"Because you smell so good, I can't guarantee how many girls will be attracted to you," the butler said.

"Yeah?"

Bruce picked up his gray vest and smelled it.

well enough.

He remembered that his body smelled the best after he was struck by lightning, and it still smelled that good now.

"How dare you, Ah Fu! Don't you react when you see me?!"

After finishing his beating of the Batcave, Foul planned to... planned to ask the butler for a drink of water.

"I need a glass of water, a glass of water!"

"Let the manor's real butler prepare it for you; I'm just a gofer."

"Don't hit me, Uncle Fu! I'll go get some water right away..."

"Did I tell you to prepare?!"

Foul was furious. He unleashed all the curses he had suffered from the monsters in Uncle Nine's world onto the poor Bat Cave.

Bruce smiled as he watched the playful scene unfold in the room.

It's so good to be home.

He thought to himself.

Then he heard the butler beside him ask kindly:

"So, my young master, do you intend to tell me about your experiences over the past five years?"

"Of course, no problem!"

Bruce answered readily, but then changed his tone the next second: "But before that, I need to know what exactly is going on with Reshogu and the others."

At this point, Batcave said with difficulty, "You can't say that."

"Can't you say that?"

Foul looked puzzled, then said "Oh," and nodded, "That's definitely not possible."

As Bruce listened to their riddles, he clenched his fist, a rare occurrence for him.

Why?

"Because someone came looking for you."