"Fang Yuan, are you really trying to find him?" Thomas asked.
"Of course!"
Thomas put his hands on his hips: "Then why haven't you found anything after all this time."
Fang Yuan said grumpily: "Because this is the apocalypse, the apocalypse! How could finding one person be so simple?!"
He always felt like this conversation had happened before, but the person asking the questions had changed.
Thomas shrugged. He just wanted to see his child so badly.
They walked through this wasteland, and Fang Yuan maximized his Telepathy, searching for life along the way.
"Did Barry tell Bruce about us?" he asked.
Fang Yuan nodded: "He should have. After all, if they failed, they would come here."
"But we haven't seen anyone." Thomas was very dejected, "Could they all be dead?"
It concerned his son, and even though Thomas had been Batman for over thirty years, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
"Didn't Cyborg say that Barry only had less than 40 seconds to stay?" Fang Yuan quickly comforted him, "Maybe he didn't have time to say anything."
He sighed. He originally came to start a company and create stars, but in the X-Men World, he first needed to make the World accept that his employees were humans, not monsters.
The Marvel Universe was alright; he skipped the plot and exchanged it for an S-Rank employee and S-Rank superpowers, making a huge profit.
But now that he was in the DC World, he actually had to help save the World first?
Starting a company was truly not easy.
"Wait!" Fang Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Found them!"
In his Telepathy, humans finally appeared again!
He pointed to the ruins of the highway ahead: "About eight kilometers away, there are six people heading this way!"
"Two of them are a bit familiar—" Fang Yuan confirmed after sensing carefully, "It's Cyborg and Flash!"
"Is Batman there?" Thomas blurted out.
"I haven't seen him, so I can't recognize him." Fang Yuan shook his head, "But there's someone who's quite dark."
"Dark?" Thomas frowned deeply, "Could this Universe's Batman be black?"
"Of course not." Fang Yuan broke into a sweat.
Spider-Man could be black or even not human, but Batman hadn't evolved to that extent yet.
"His spirit is very dark, like a black hole." Fang Yuan explained.
It was his first time seeing such a mental state.
He had experienced Telepathy failing before, and that was when he faced Ancient One.
But at that time, his feeling was one of emptiness, unlike now.
Even Fang Yuan couldn't tell if this Batman's spirit was too strong to ignore Telepathy, or if it swallowed other psychic probes making him feel very dark, or if his mind was indeed too dark?
But what was certain was that his mental power was very strong, so even though Fang Yuan hadn't seen him, he inwardly believed he was Batman. The Justice League wouldn't allow such a dark existence, except for Flash's female protagonist...
Fang Yuan and Thomas Wayne walked towards that direction, arriving at a city ruin.
"There's an Underground Room in the building ahead, and Flash and the others are inside." Fang Yuan pointed the way to Thomas.
As the answer was about to be revealed, Thomas felt a bit nervous. He hadn't thought about what to say when he saw Bruce Wayne.
And he was also a little afraid, what if Bruce Wayne wasn't inside.
"You're actually timid?" Fang Yuan punched Thomas's arm, "You were so quick when writing the note!"
Seeing Thomas still a bit flustered, Fang Yuan's eyes rolled, and he started talking to himself.
"My dear son: About life, I only understand one thing. I know some things happen by chance, and some we cause…
"Shut up!"
Thomas quickly interrupted Fang Yuan, because he was reciting the content of the note Thomas had written to Bruce.
"Hehe!"
Looking at the exasperated Thomas, Fang Yuan laughed. Now Thomas's state was much more normal.
The content of this letter wasn't something Fang Yuan had peeked at. He had seen it when watching "Flashpoint Paradox" in his previous life. Now that his mental attribute was D-, photographic memory was basic, and even things he had seen before, he could quickly find the corresponding memory.
"So, do we need to knock?" Thomas regained his composure.
Fang Yuan shook his head: "No need."
"They've already noticed us."
Five minutes ago.
"Why are we suddenly not taking that Kryptonite anymore?"
In the Underground Room, a red-haired woman asked the leader.
Although she looked rather weathered, it couldn't hide her beautiful features and striking, full curves.
Mera, the Queen of the Sea.
The clothes she wore vaguely showed that they were once green, but now they were worn and tattered, having lost their original color.
The others were the same; Cyborg, Flash, and Deathstroke also looked weathered.
As for the other two, they were even more significant.
"That's a trap, designed to lure us in, to find us, the last of the resistance." The leader explained, "And then kill us!"
"Right, hahahaha, Mera." Another person had a very white face and bright red lips. Although the paint had faded, it was still recognizable as the Joker's makeup, "You have to remember, we must trust Batman. Batman is always right!"
"Otherwise, how could he still be alive after all his family, butler, assistants, and friends have died?"
"Ah hahahaha—!"
Batman erupted, grabbing the Joker by the throat with one hand.
"Every word you say next needs to be very careful."
Batman's tone was extremely dangerous, and even Mera and the others felt something was clearly wrong.
"Otherwise, I won't use that poor Harley Quinn as an excuse to convince you, but will tear your throat apart little by little—!"
The Joker froze. He stared into Batman's eyes, knowing he was telling the truth.
"Bruce!"
Flash quickly stepped in to mediate.
Upon hearing the voice, Batman paused slightly. The strength in his hand suddenly lessened, and then he directly released the Joker.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Batman's state just now seemed as if he would truly tear the Joker apart the next second.
"You're like a different person!" The Joker rubbed his throat and exclaimed, then shook his head, "No, you're like many people."
Batman said nothing.
Because his mind was in chaos. Starting about half an hour ago, after a moment of closing his eyes to rest, many memories suddenly flooded into Batman's mind.
And all of them belonged to him, or rather, to Batman.
It was as if it were a dream, where he experienced many different lives. The constant was that he was still Bruce Wayne, still became Batman, but his life experiences were vastly different.
And at the end of each life, the last image he saw was a red light.
Yet now he was awake, and this dream remained vividly in his mind.
Too many chaotic memories made Batman even unable to tell which memory was real, and which Batman he truly was.
"Someone's coming outside!" At this moment, Cyborg suddenly warned everyone.
The few of them immediately tensed up. This was the apocalypse, and living things were the most dangerous.
"How many people?" Deathstroke asked.
"The scan shows two!"
Batman forced himself to focus. He walked to the front, carrying his gun.
"Let's go see!" he said.
This was the apocalypse, and every living person was also the most valuable.
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