I train Batman in a horror world

Chapter 81 Bruce was right!

Zatana left.

The girl, who was still wearing braces, arrived suddenly and left just as quickly.

After a brief farewell to Bruce, she did not linger.

Bruce stood at the manor gate, watching Zatanna carry the flowers and walk away briskly.

After a while.

A bat landed on his shoulder, carrying half a French fry in its mouth.

"Want to fall in love? I support you building a harem!"

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..nerve."

Bruce gave the guy a disapproving look, then looked away and turned to walk into the manor.

Long ago, he was extremely worried that the bonds he formed with others would affect him.

that's the truth.

The handshake with Zatanna's friends must have affected him.

"Maybe I did something stupid," Bruce said.

"bad thing?"

"Yes, I should see these relationships clearly; after all, they live in the same world as me."

"Well... I don't think it's a bad thing for you to form emotional bonds with others," Fowle said.

Foul knew this was Batboy's classic denial behavior.

Although Batman sees himself as someone who is in the dark.

But you know that.

This Bat Rider lurks in the darkness.

Deep down, I've always longed for the light.

Perhaps it can be said that the core of Batman is tragedy.

But in Fowle's view, in the few years he had spent with this little bat...

He knew that the little bat was happy too.

Batman's greatest happiness is doing everything he can to prevent the tragedy that happened to him from happening to others.

Treat other people's happiness as your own.

To regard the suffering of others as one's own.

He is Gotham's purest Dark Knight.

"Perhaps."

Bruce didn't want to discuss this topic further, and he forcibly suppressed the strange emotion that was rising within him.

He returned to the manor and, as usual, went to the clay statue to offer incense and worship.

Upon seeing this, Foul couldn't help but recall his thoughts from the previous night.

Why don't you give it a try?

"Try what?"

"You can't invite a god in another world, so can you invite a god when you return to your own world?" Fu asked curiously.

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"...I refuse." Bruce said bluntly.

"Why? This is at least a way to save your life," Foul said, puzzled.

Invoking deities through Taoist arts is almost like directly converting their power into one's own, without any cost.

But Bruce thought, "If everything has to be solved by external forces, then what am I for?"

This time, it was Foul's turn to not be in the mood for conversation.

"Yes, yes, you are Batman, you have to face all difficulties alone."

"That's exactly right! It will make me dependent. Even if it works, even if it really is as costless as we say, what if?"

After Bruce finished offering incense, he became very angry.

"What serious consequences might it bring? I have to consider this possibility!"

"Damn it, have you forgotten about me, the invincible bat?!" Foul exclaimed.

"So what's the difference between this and the dependency I was talking about?" Bruce countered.

"You weren't like this when you asked me for help before!" Foul felt sad.

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Bruce scoffed. "The circumstances were special back then!"

Foul scoffed, "That's called double standards, not special treatment!"

I can't be bothered with you!

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"Then I won't even acknowledge you!"

Fowler believed he was merely providing Batboy with a rare backup plan.

Even if there's a tiny price to pay, I'll just take care of it myself when the time comes!

I didn't expect this kid to be so ungrateful!

Bruce believes that relying on external forces instead of solving problems through one's own training results will eventually lead to suffering and dependency!

One thought it was for his own good, while the other thought it was unnecessary and was misleading him.

The man and the bat had a rare disagreement.

This surprised both Alfred, the butler, and the Batcave.

The butler, Alfred, sided with Fowle.

He said to Foul: It's good that you're throwing a tantrum, that way our young master will stay in Gotham a little longer.

Foul was furious after hearing this.

Wasn't that Bruce's idea?

Wayne the devil, born evil!

Batcave, on the other hand, is on Bruce's side.

It said to Bruce: It's good to throw a tantrum. It has long disliked this bat. One day, it can take its place!

It's not something to be trifled with!

When Ful found out, he beat it up again.

So this temporary falling out didn't return to normal until the day Rashogu visited Wayne Manor.

"Buzz!"

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, producing an extremely sharp whistling sound.

Wearing a close-fitting training uniform, Talia was training with her forehead covered in sweat.

She is still working towards it.

Striving to one day kill Bruce Wayne!

What?

Why don't you go practice shooting?

Talia originally wanted to train.

But her father Lei Xiaogu's words temporarily changed her mind.

"Gun is a weapon used by cowards. Once you use this weapon, it is equivalent to admitting your cowardice."

That's what my father said at the time.

Cortalia was somewhat confused.

That's what she replied at the time.

"But this is, after all, a means, Father."

"So, you're implicitly admitting your cowardice? It seems that losing to Bruce has left you with a deep psychological scar."

"I don't!"

Reschogu was, after all, an old man who had lived for centuries.

His thinking can be said to be progressive, but it still retains many traditional ideas.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have acted like an idealist, waiting until a city had completely fallen into ruin before deciding to take action.

"These firearms can be used as a means when necessary, but if you decide to kill Bruce Wayne using them, then you've disappointed me greatly!"

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In order not to disappoint her father again, Talia eventually gave up the idea.

And she sensed it too.

That damn Bruce Wayne is influencing her!

Maybe she should have used a gun...

That's it!

It's all Bruce's fault!

Talia swung her sword again with all her might, severing her sparring partner's weapon. Then, the sharp blade, mistaking the head of the person in front of her for Bruce Wayne, was about to fall!

"There has been progress compared to before."

Talia twirled her sword, but failed to decapitate her sparring partner.

She sheathed her sword and bowed respectfully to her father, who was dressed in a green robe.

"Father, shall we set off?" she asked.

"In fact, we've already started," Reshogu said.

He has already dispatched a group of elite troops to Wayne Manor.

Although his daughter initially wanted to assassinate Bruce Wayne, she ultimately failed.

But Reschogu attributed this to Talia's lack of careful observation.

So he sent a group of elite warriors ahead to visit Wayne Manor.

These elite warriors learned of Bruce's methods and avoided the fate of their daughter, who suffered a defeat due to an information gap.

"Father, what if Bruce Wayne dies at their hands?"

"If he dies, then it proves your point is correct."

Rayshaw truly admired Wayne's son.

But the same applies.

Bruce is only valuable when he's alive, not when he's dead?

Aside from keeping this value a secret forever, the dead have no other reason to be considered rare.

Talia was very happy to learn that her father had adopted her opinion.

suddenly.

She remembered something and then said.

"Father, I remember the Shadow Warrior who was in charge of monitoring Wayne Manor said that Wayne Manor felt very strange."

"Shouldn't we go and witness this battle for ourselves?" she asked.

Sometimes, we call the unknown outcome a pleasant surprise.

"Now let's look forward to what kind of surprises this son of Wayne will bring us," said Reshogu.

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"...It was my oversight."

Bullshit!

It's clearly the father's traditional values ​​at play; he just wanted to give Bruce Wayne a hard time!

Talia respected this, but was not particularly interested in understanding it.

If we let her come, she'll definitely be monitoring Bruce's every move!

and many more.

Is there something wrong?

Talia thought to herself, then accompanied her father to Wayne Manor.

Two hours later.

After the father and daughter visited Wayne Manor.

What I saw were elite shadow warriors lying all over the ground, sleeping like dead pigs, seemingly impossible to wake up.

Bruce himself stood amidst the fallen shadow warriors, coldly observing them.

same.

The butler, Afu, held up a double-barreled shotgun, its two dark muzzles pointed directly at them.

Unlike the excitement shown by his father, Reschogu.

Talia was frustrated, thinking that the gun was still useful after all.

Bruce is right.

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