Chapter 72: Ten Years Ago~~ (Revised) (Ch 831173900)

The blue rose is very precious and rare in nature. It symbolizes miracles and the pursuit of impossible dreams.
This is Lucian’s subtext.
He pulled the rose out of the gun barrel, and the water drops on it rolled off. Lucian took out a spray bottle from his pocket and sprayed it, then handed it to Bruce with satisfaction:
“Every rose in the world has thorns. If you are afraid of being pricked, you will never be able to enjoy the fragrance of the rose… Schopenhauer’s famous saying.”
The blue rose that Bruce took was gorgeous and fragrant. The thorns on the leaves and stems had been removed cleanly, and it was smooth and sleek.
“I mean… your attack on me is just like this… a flower without thorns can only bring me pleasure, so I say.” Lucian smiled: “No need to feel psychologically burdened.”
He seemed to be trying to comfort Bruce, but only he knew that the green lantern ring pressed against his skin was emitting rays of heat.
Lucian didn’t dare to return the green lantern ring to Bruce… Many dark multiverses have proved that Batman, who has abilities exceeding those of ordinary people, has a greater than 90% chance of turning evil.
He didn’t have any ideas for his own use…Maintaining the peace of the universe? Or fighting with the little blue men? … He had no interest in that.
As for throwing the ring back…that’s even more impossible.
…
Lucien still wanted to give the ring to Bruce…he had been struggling with it.
But he didn’t give it to her this time, nor did he give it to her the next time they met, nor did he give it to her the next time they met… He seemed to be struggling forever.
Like the persona he created for himself when facing Bruce, Lucien would go to see “Gotham Daytime”, but it was also like some kind of agreement that he would come to Wayne Manor once a month to meet with Bruce.
Of course, he would bring a gift every time…animal specimens, plant seeds, unknown eggs, music boxes of complex origins…some interesting things that Lucian could find in Gotham, and based on these things, he would derive a conversation that would be enjoyable for both the host and the guest.
…but he never gave Bruce the Green Lantern Ring.
Until one day, after finishing a conversation, Bruce suddenly said, “I’m leaving.”
Then Lucien realized that it was time to learn from the world.
“You will succeed.” He wished.
At this time, six years had passed since the Waynes passed away, and Bruce Wayne was already fourteen years old.
…
Bruce’s departure from Gotham did not alarm anyone.
As the low-key black car drove away, Lucien seemed to be able to see the tire tracks, and after saying goodbye to Alfred, he chased after it.
…
Lucien couldn’t be sure what this was, perhaps it was the connection between the Joker and Batman?
In short, no matter where Bruce goes, no matter when he leaves, no matter how slight his traces are.
The guidance of his sixth sense always allows Lucian to see his shadow.
…
In the study room where Bruce was studying hard at a top university, Lucien politely declined the mature woman and drank coffee alone, his eyes narrowed leisurely, and when he turned his head, he saw Japan in March.
The cherry blossoms outside the window were blooming. He lowered his head to put the sushi on the fork into his mouth and wiped the crumbs with a towel. Not far from Lucian, Bruce was learning stealth and ninjutsu in Chiriqui, sweat rolling down his forehead.
Water drops fell from the sky, Lucien held up a black umbrella and walked along the bank of the Seine, while Bruce was knocked down and struggling by the French boxing master Henri Ducard.
Then they climbed up the peaks of the Himalayas. The steaming hot air emitted the same temperature as the bonfire in the houses. Lucian put the crispy outside and tender inside food into his mouth with satisfaction.
Bruce resisted the mind control device in the XZ temple for twenty-six hours straight. His lips were pale and he was almost exhausted. Lucian bowed his head with every step, imitating a pilgrim.
…even though he didn’t know what he was asking for.
Bruce struggled to stand up, laughing as he watched Lady Shiva fail because of his traps and schemes. Lucian was struggling with what color the gem on his cane should be.
…
Originally, this silent following was supposed to last for eleven years, until the moment Bruce returned to Gotham at the age of twenty-five.
But something unexpected happened in the tenth year.
Sixteen years had passed since the death of the Waynes, and Bruce was now twenty-four years old.
…
He was on his last leg.
The League of Assassins in the Middle East.
Here he will learn how to stay calm in extreme circumstances, and will also sublimate his own ideas… He will also leave his first son here.
But to Lucien’s surprise, Bruce encountered an unprecedented extreme challenge and an unprecedented crisis here – the Sahara Desert.
…
Lucian was standing in the crowd in the pub, holding a beer high. His exposed skin was wrapped in a somewhat tattered white cloth. He had one foot on the table, a revolver in one hand, and was betting with another person in an awkward English mixed with various accents.
Bruce was seriously injured in an attack by local armed forces. He fell in the desert with a pale face and bleeding profusely, dying.
…
Maybe there is a destiny between the Joker and Batman.
Who knows.
…
By an extremely unlikely coincidence, Lucian arrived in the middle of the desert and discovered Bruce with almost zero chance.
He naturally recognized that the humanoid figure that was almost buried in the yellow sand and walked like a corpse was Bruce Wayne, whom he had been watching for ten years.
It was precisely because he recognized it that Lucien was in disbelief and almost shocked.
He had never considered the possibility that Bruce might die.
Under the scorching sun, stepping on the scorching hot sand, this is the closest distance the Joker and Batman have been in ten years.
…
Lucian dug Bruce out of the sand. He tentatively touched his nose and was surprised to find a faint sound.
This is in the Sahara Desert, and the nearest plane or boat takes at least three hours.
Under Lucian’s collar, the green lantern ring that he had almost ignored for all these years emitted a bright green light.
…
So Lucian took out the electrum he had obtained in the Court of Owls, which he had never used.
This would also give the host the ability to heal itself, wouldn’t it?
That would save Bruce, too, wouldn’t it?
…
After using it, Lucian felt his heartbeat becoming stronger and his breathing becoming more obvious.
But it seemed that because there was no Dionysus factor mixed in, all Ember Gold could do was to pull Bruce back from the brink of death.
In a vast desert with no human habitation, a person who can only maintain basic physiological characteristics, is unable to move and has no resources will still die.
…
Lucien took the canteen from his waist and fed him the first sip of water.
The connection that had been severed for ten years was reconnected with this saliva.