Chapter 109 (1/2)

”Grandfather?”

”Oh?”

Bruce sat up on the sofa. He didn't know when he fell asleep. When he got old, he was easy to get confused.

This is the study of Wayne house. In the exquisite fireplace, the fire is burning. Although the lightning and thunder outside the window and the rainstorm pour down, the room is still warm.

He was sitting on the sofa not far from the fireplace, with a blanket over his leg, and half a glass of unfinished whisky on the small round table beside him, flashing in the light of the fire.

It was his little granddaughter, Damian's daughter, who was four years old.

At this time, the little girl was wearing a white fluffy skirt. She was standing at the door of the study with her hands on her back. Her big eyes were looking at him.

”What's the matter? My little princess? Why not play with them? ”

Outside the door, you can see that there are many children who are laughing happily and playing strange games. Bruce feels that he is really old. He can't understand the fun of those games.

”Grandfather, I want you to tell me a story.”

”Well, what can I tell you about Zorro's fight against the governor and his niece?”

”No, it's all fake. I want to hear the truth.” The little girl shook her head, her hair braided in the air, and her face showed the dissatisfaction of ”you still think I'm a child.”.

”Well, you go to the bookshelf and pick out a Batman story. I'll tell you.”

In his study, there are more than a dozen tall bookshelves against the wall, all of which are about his early experience. More than ten years ago, he finally put all the bad guys in the world in the safest prison, and he could retire.

On the bookshelf are not only memoirs recording these events, but also various souvenirs from Gotham government and photos of him and some old friends.

The little girl approached the bookshelf with her hands behind her, and looked up and down at the names on the spine, as if she were choosing something.

”But that's too much.”

Bruce pinched his brow and felt his eyes blur. ”So I need to record them all, but even so, half of them are contradictory and incoherent, but I promise you, they're all real.”

He opened his blanket, opened his hands, and spoke to her with a smile, full of kindness.

He is old, just a retired old man.

The little girl ran to him, skilfully climbed up to his knees, and pulled up the blanket with her little pink hand to cover her stomach.

She handed the book in her hand to Bruce, who took it and found it was called the chemical company mystery. It was the beginning of everything.

”Grandfather, I want to listen to this!”

Bruce's eyes also can't help but with the shift, he saw the book with the photos, the memory also came, that is his first time as Batman in Gotham's case.

”Strange, I remember the story didn't start like this...

” don't be confused, grandfather, that's how it started. ”

The little girl put her arm round his neck, her eyes fixed on the book, and whispered in his ear.

”Oh, yes, what am I thinking, I'm sorry, it all started with that window.”

He touched the little girl's head with a smile and lifted up the book again.

Everything starts with a window and a scream.

”Come out, I know you're there!” A young man, holding a pistol, nervously aimed at the darkness in the corner of the house.

A bat dart came from another corner and knocked out the pistol.