"What exactly does this universe look like?"

Young Bruce Wayne asked, lying on the lawn of the manor.

"Look up and you can see it." Thomas replied, he hadn't chatted with his son like this for a long time.

Bruce Wayne raised his head, and above the dark sky, there were lush spots of light, and nebula flashed. Bruce knew that it was an explosion ten thousand years ago, and the light came from a distance that he could not imagine to be in his own vision.

He could not imagine what kind of civilization or scene it was, but in the end, it just turned into a flash...

"So, what about the place you can't see?" he asked again.

“Can’t see it?”

"Yes, what you can't see is like that." Bruce Wayne pointed to the far side of his sight, which was blurred shadows, blocked by invisible clouds, leaving nothingness: "Or farther away, outside those stars."

Old Thomas was silent, as if he knew something, but he was hesitating whether to tell his son about these things.

He looked at the sky, and after a long time...: "It's another universe."

"Another? Universe?"

"Yes." Old Thomas smiled: "There is a very far place, and there are more universes through that universe."

“How many are there?”

"It's like a pot of water. Every bubble after it boils is a universe. In an infinite time, they grow, then burst, and finally replaced by another bubble...those universes are called [planes]."

Bruce Wayne nodded in a vague way: "So, what is the difference between those planes and ours?"

Thomas smiled: "Of course it's different, but it's the same. For example, there may be countless you and countless Gotham among countless planes, but... they are different."

"It's so interesting!" Bruce sat up excitedly: "If I have a chance, can I see them?"

Thomas looked at the sky, and another star disappeared. He didn't know what he was thinking in his mind. The night wind blew past the ends of his hair...

"Yes, my son."

He responded faintly...

At that moment, the young Bruce Wayne had deep expectations for other planes. Of course, there were good planes in these planes, and those planes filled with stories that should never be staged.

They are distorted and deformed, struggling desperately to survive under the brilliance of the corresponding benign multiverse, but they will eventually die.

Perhaps, this terrible universe...who is in is one of them.

......

......

Somewhere far away.

This place is also called Gotham.

The elderly Bruce Wayne sat in front of the window...

His legs could no longer be lifted in a battle, and his eyes could no longer adapt to the dark light. He could only sit in a wheelchair and wear reading glasses.

As the days passed, Bruce felt increasingly old and slow, and this aging made him feel helpless.

So he asked the Flash for help, hoping to "catching up with Gotham's corruption" with the power of rapid force.

However, the Flash rejected him.

Because Barry has experienced it personally, it is clearer than anyone else: under the control of the despair and grief that is about to come, Dramatic Power will be a very dangerous drug for Bruce.

Bruce Wayne is a smart guy, he knows, Barry is right.

So... he happily accepted Barry's words.

But maybe he himself didn't notice it, and this idea just sneaked into his heart and hid it...

In the following years, Bruce Wayne gradually adapted to himself as an old man. He read the newspaper and watered the flowers every day. He raised a lot of flowers and would put a bouquet in front of his parents' tomb on time.

Of course, gradually, he got used to putting the same flowers in front of Alfred's tomb. The old man was too old, and he would definitely leave by himself first, oh... maybe he was soon too.

Bruce Wayne, starts waiting for death...

But suddenly one morning, he woke up and found himself in a strange cell!?

Where is this?

He didn't know, but gradually, he was surprised to find that in this cell, he was all he was locked up! All kinds of Bruce Wayne.

This was really unbelievable, but he had no choice but to accept it.

In this way, Bruce Wayne sat in this cell, waiting for a future he didn't know. After a long time, he even felt that he was about to die here. Finally one day, the door of the cell was opened.

......

......

A young man sat alone on the lawn of a huge manor, and he also looked up at the stars.

However, what he was thinking about was not the vast universe, but his own parents.

The gunshots of his 8-year-old were always echoing in his ears... The sound once made him unable to sleep well for several consecutive years, although now he can fall asleep peacefully... But it was just adaptation, not forgetting.

“Hi, young man.”

Suddenly, a green light opened the curtain in front of the boy, and a man with green light shining all over his body appeared in front of Bruce Wayne.

The man stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a ring emitting green light.

"You're chosen, my child..."

Everyone who overcomes fear may be selected by [Light Ring] and become the guardian of the Green Lantern Legion.

Bruce Wayne trembled and picked up the ring...

No one knew that he had not overcome his fear, which was just covered up in rage and was adapted to it in the long memories.

This time, the wrong person was chosen...

Many years later, a green planet far away on the edge of the universe lost its luster with a blast.

Across the entire planet, there are erupting and torn lands, ruins and corpses everywhere, only Bruce Wayne, who had grown up, stood at the top of a mountain, looking at the planet that was about to be destroyed.

He radiated a pale yellow color all over his body, which was the color of the green light and blood of the lamp ring.

It was him who destroyed all this.

"The dark night is vast, extinguishing the glow! The day is vast, and the journey is almost gone! The morning light suddenly shines, and the midnight is long! The light is bright, and the dark light breaks through the dawn!"

Bruce tampers with the vows of the Green Lantern Corps. He did not want to be Bruce Wayne, nor did he want to be the Green Lantern; he stood in the glory of the blood-stained green light energy, but felt as if he had been immersed in the shadows; he had never escaped from the cave under his parents' old house, where he was still in it, companionship with darkness and bats.

He took off the lamp ring angrily, and none of this made any sense.

"Come on, punish me!"

He shouted into the sky.
Chapter completed!