Chapter 869 (1/2)

All he wanted was to save his son.

As if it had happened last night, he had watched Bruce die in an alley, under the gun of a gangster he later killed with his fist.

His name is Thomas Wayne and he's Batman.

As the war between water walker and wonder woman spreads around the world, a stranger appears.

The man said his name was Barry, also known as lightning man, and claimed that Batman's reality was actually an accident, and that the ultimate source of Batman's life was divine rapids.

Lightning, who looks like a shy big boy, said he wanted to go back to the past to save his mother, but accidentally made a big mistake.

It took a long time for Thomas to believe him, because Barry told him that it was the father, not the son, who had been shot in the crime lane.

All this gave Thomas hope.

He chose to give his life back to Bruce, so he gathered some friends and they fought side by side.

He made a plan and rushed into the battlefields of Atlantis and Paradise Island at the critical moment to buy time for lightning to fix the whole world.

Looking at the golden lightning wrapped in a red uniform running away in front of his eyes, the seriously injured Batman falls to the ground and looks at his back. He places all his hopes on Lightning man and asks him to bring a letter to his son.

And then he's waiting to die, along with this nightmarish reality.

...

flash point world, Wayne house.

The nightmare didn't die. Something kept the world alive. On the battlefield at that time, Batman saw the white light coming from the explosion to sweep the world, but the blue light from somewhere fell from the sky and suppressed everything.

If the patient on the operating table can no longer be saved, he should be allowed to die, not to continue the operation.

Thomas didn't know what the blue light was, and what kind of people wanted to do it. But since their reality has not been erased, does it mean that lightning failed?

Did Bruce still not survive? What kind of power is God's quick power?

The war continues.

Fighting, flooding, and hundreds of millions of deaths.

Thomas was hopeful, but now... Just sitting in the bat hole, playing with a small remote control, his elbows resting on his thighs and thinking calmly.

His uniform chest is also a bat pattern, but under the black logo, there is a red sun like red circle, representing blood and hope.

Today, however, he has come to an end.

A few years after the last flash left, Thomas has been trying to reach out to him again and find his own way to rewrite the world.

But it's not going to go well. His allies have died in battle after battle, and now he's the only one left.

Because he had tried to destroy the world and disrupt other people's strategies, magic woman and water walker finally reached a consensus on something. They temporarily suspended the war and sent their troops to fight against Batman.

Alfred died in a battle not long ago, and Thomas is the only one in the world who is still fighting.

But almost all the plans he could use were sealed off. Gotham was occupied by the enemy, and the universe was blocked by the enemy. They had forced him back into the bat hole.

Although the defense facilities here are good, they are only good. Facing tens of thousands of troops, Batman, as an ordinary person, is difficult to turn the tide.

The remote control in his hand is the overload starter of the nuclear reactor under the bat hole. Now he hopes that magic woman and water walker will pay enough attention to him and come here in person.

In this way, he can drag them to hell, and if he can't make the world better, he will eliminate the source that makes it worse.

Sirens sounded in the dark, and the enemy had broken into the range of the manor, from Atlantis warriors in scaly armor to Amazon men in high-heeled boots.

But there is no king of both sides in the monitoring.

Batman sighs. His plan fails. He picks up a group photo on the table beside him and looks at the faces of his wife and children.

Two triggers in the past took them away, but today, the trigger in his hand will take him to their side.

Thomas pulled up his hood, sat in his chair and looked at the stairs of the bat hole, and the enemy would break in from that direction, and if he delayed the event long enough, or showed the strength that these ordinary enemies could not fight against, his king might be killed.

He put the photo frame back on the table and lifted the heavy machine gun from the ground around him. The ammunition consumption in bat cave is serious, and there are about 10000 bullets left. I hope that he can hold on for a while.

If not, then we have to end our nightmare journey.

”Ho, hum!”