Chapter 79 I am Batman (Ch 831411690)

“No, I mean.” Bruce paused and imitated his language habits:
“Wherever public opinion leans, people will follow, whoever public opinion points to, people will attack… You said that people are like sheep, without their own ideas, and any black goat can drive them, so… I want them to open their eyes and have their own opinions.”
Lucian listened and gradually understood what he meant:
“You mean, you want to split up a group of docile and controllable sheep?” He shook his head. “I’m actually looking forward to your success, but I must say that this will only increase the conflicts in this city.”
“The gap between the rich and the poor, class conflicts, and now you want them to no longer trust each other… Is this any different from adding fuel to the fire?” Lucian paused and looked at Bruce:
“Is this what you wanted? Add fuel to the fire?”
“You want to completely blow up Gotham?”
“Without destruction, there is no construction.” Bruce’s eyes reflected the blue image of the whole world: “I will help and give those people the power to say no.”
“The fact that they have the right to speak is a cold winter for all workers, but if the masses unite as one, they will form a huge force and deal a heavy blow to them.”
Lucian’s eyes were complicated and somewhat unbelievable.
He thought about what this Batman would be like… someone who kills, someone who doesn’t kill, someone with a bottom line, someone without a bottom line. He was even prepared to not be able to teach this bat well… after all, the start was too hellish.
But Lucien really didn’t expect it.
This will be a Red Bat.
There seemed to be fire in Bruce’s blue eyes: “This city cannot be saved by individual heroism… Like the group of white masks, it was not the Wayne family or Falcone who sent them to prison… It was the people here who shared a common hatred of the enemy.”
The experience he had when he was eight years old had a profound impact on him.
Lucian tilted his head slightly and looked towards the cloudy sky. “That would be a good idea, but I’m afraid you will fail.”
Perhaps in the positive universe this would have good results, and a red bat as famous as the Red Son would be born here, but this is the dark multiverse… Lucian could fully foresee that the city would really get out of control after the explosion.
“Perhaps you need to postpone this plan.”
Bruce looked at him, waiting for an explanation.
At least we have to wait until this point becomes positive. Lucian thought for a moment: “Who are you? Where does the world come from?”
He once again used that story as a veiled reminder.
“You have to be a hero.”
Bruce looked at his sincere expression, thoughtful.
…
So Lucian stood in the partially renovated bat cave, feeling a little at a loss:
“So you let me know that so easily?”
“In fact,” Bruce said, “I thought you knew what was going on all along.”
He said: “England, France, Japan, Egypt… I don’t know how you manage to keep following me.”
Maybe Bruce didn’t feel anything was wrong at first, but as his skills grew and he became more proficient in tracking and stealth, it was absolutely possible that he would discover Lucian’s existence at some point in time and then infer that he had always been there.
“You are too conspicuous and too careless. I have seen your back several times, or heard from others that you are a ‘weirdo’ or ‘odd man’.”
“But you have to know that I didn’t mean it. I never inquired about your whereabouts.” Lucian smiled.
“This is what I can’t understand the most. You are like a ghost, following me closely but never interfering in my affairs.” Bruce looked at him with a sharp gaze: “What is your purpose?”
“The truth is… I have no purpose.” Lucian chuckled, “I really just enjoy life wholeheartedly, appreciate the scenery, and observe the world… I go to the Great Wall, the Louvre, Notre Dame, and I live in the most tasteful residential houses or nightclubs.”
“I never paid attention to your whereabouts, Bruce. This is just a one in a billion coincidence.”
“But I don’t believe this is a coincidence.” Bruce looked at him:
“So I tested you.”
“desert?”
“right.”
“If I don’t arrive in time, or if your estimate is wrong…”
“I left a clue for the Assassin’s League.”
“Good boy.” Lucian couldn’t help but admire: “So what is your conclusion?”
“This is not a coincidence,” he said.
“But this is indeed a coincidence.” It’s such a coincidence that I don’t know how to explain it.
“…Okay, this is definitely not a coincidence. I am following you using methods you don’t know about.” Lucian sighed with a smile: “Are you going to say that now?”
“What?”
Lucien deliberately lowered his voice: “I am Batman.”
Bruce looked at him, smiled, then smiled again, raised his eyebrows, and sighed: “Okay, I am Batman.”
The Bat Cave is just as its name suggests, it is the nest of bats. These cute creatures hanging upside down make noisy and dense sounds.
“When are you going to announce your presence?”
“At least a month.”
“Can I participate in the ribbon-cutting ceremony?”
Bruce turned his head to look at him and pursed his lips: “No.”
“Are you shy?” Lucian observed him. “It’s strange that your face and ears don’t turn red when you are shy.”
Bruce: …
“But I don’t think it’s up to you.” Lucien blinked, “I will find you… No, to be precise, it was fate and coincidence that made me meet you the moment you said you were Batman.”
Bruce still pursed his lips and said nothing.
“Can I see your armor?”
“It hasn’t been studied.”
“Okay.” Lucian took a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it over: “You are an adult now, do you want to come? Alfred is not here, you can try the taste.”
Bruce refused, so he had to put it into his mouth: “…To be honest, I have a piece of news about Gotham.”
“What?”
Lucian thought that this was not the first time he had confessed, so he said, “There is a glutton named Barbatos. Strictly speaking, our world is his leftovers.”
Bruce listened with a frown.
“…In short, our plate of broiler chicken is about to grow wings and fly away from the dining table.”
“I don’t understand you.”
Lucien gestured: “Whether you understand or not, you just need to remember that I have my reasons… just like when I wrongly accused Falcone in order to avenge the nigger.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Do the same thing as you.” Lucian smiled: “Personal heroism and an art of explosion that belongs to Gotham.”
Bruce looked at him and changed the question: “What do I need to do?”
“You just have to say that—”
“I am Batman.”