"Young Master?"

Bruce was stunned. He was so familiar with this title. Since he was eight years old, this title has always been around him, and there was only one person who could call him like this.

That person is his housekeeper, Alfred.

Wayne narrowed his eyes and looked at the man who had been transformed and beaten halfway.

And then, the fact he discovered made his body stagger...

Is this person...

Because the vocal cords have been transformed, the voice of the person below has obvious mechanical sounds. However, if you only look at the figure and back, the most professional waiter posture can still be seen.

Although Wayne couldn't believe it, the person below should be Alfred from this plane. So, the person he was called "Young Master"... was he himself in this plane?

Wayne turned to the man wrapped in a restraint suit in surprise and almost with some fear. His hideous image was like a giant hammer and hit his chest hard.

Although his face has been completely distorted, if you only look at the bones and outlines of his face...

"Oh my God, what did you go through to make me look like this." Wayne muttered, pressing his breath.

However, no matter how surprised he was, his body was still calmly hidden, without any slightest slightest foot.

So, since this person is the self in this plane...who is Alfred's words of "they"?

Just then.

"Oh? Is this coming? It's much faster than I thought." The man said in a hoarse voice: "Since it's here, come in... Oh, I think they should have come in."

Just finished speaking.

"Yes, although it's not a plane, it's a bit too rude to let us wait at our doorstep."

A voice sounded faintly.

With this sound, a green light shone above the elevator where Alfred had just come down.

Then, Bruce, who was hiding in the darkness, was surprised to see that a "platform" made of green light slowly descended without any leverage. On the platform, there were more than a dozen people surrounded.

These people have different shapes and ages, but just a glance will make Wayne know that these people are the "Batmans" who were locked up with him before.

The leader was a man wrapped in green light.

In the world of the young Batman, he had never seen any "Green Light Legion", and he didn't know what the [Light Ring] was. However, he could still feel from the dazzling green light that this must be an extremely powerful guy.

And that doesn't count. After the first wave of people comes down, there will be a second wave and a third wave.

After a while, dozens of Batmans gathered in the bat cave. Most of them did not speak, but quietly observed the surroundings, and carefully looked at the hideous guy in front of them.

Everyone recognized this person, this plane himself, but everyone seemed extremely surprised by his current appearance. Some whispers even came from the crowd.

At this time... Seeing that everyone was here, the crazy breath of Bruce Wayne finally spoke.

"So, hello everyone, before this meeting, I need to introduce myself first. My name is the same as everyone else, and they are all Bruce Wayne." He said: "Of course, my experiences and I are definitely different. First of all, I am a murderer."

As soon as this sentence was said, the surrounding aura became obviously nervous because in the crowd, most people knew what consequences would be if 'Bruce Wayne' killed someone.

"Oh, please don't be too panicked. In fact, as far as I know, at least one-fifth of you have killed anyone, and I am just the one who has fallen to the deepest." The man continued.

At this time, a voice from a person came from the crowd: "We all know what kind of impact it will have on the spirit after killing people, so I have reason to be sure that you are a madman with no bottom line now, and only a madman can do such a crazy thing as pulling so many of yourself into one plane. So... since you are a madman, why are we still listening to you here..."

"Oh, I recognize you." Wayne on the stage suddenly interrupted the man in the crowd, and he looked at the other party: "It looks like he is about 50 years old, with a beard and scars on his face. Hehe, let me think about it, you should be the Batman who accidentally threw the scarecrow down the roof of the stairs and fell into pieces."

As soon as these words were spoken, the man in the crowd immediately frowned and looked very uncomfortable.

"After that, you realize what you are going to face, so you retire and take the initiative to put yourself in the Arkham Asylum, paralyzing yourself every day with the maximum dose of sedatives, and every night, you will be awakened from your dreams by the pleasure of killing..."

In the crowd, all eyes immediately looked at the man, and the man shook his head in pain: "Damn, even if you are right, I didn't let myself become a lunatic like you!"

As he said, he took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, then poured it out like eating peanuts, and raised his head and stuffed it into his mouth.

After that, the man's eyes immediately dissipated and became quiet, and he did not say a word.

"Look, he has lived like this for the past ten years, oh, I think you know that, after all, many of you have become like this, and more people will become like this sooner or later."

"alright!"

Suddenly, another person interrupted him sternly: "What will we become? It's not your turn to say. Now we just want to know how you got us here, and what are you going to do this?"

"Hehe, a good question." Wayne said with a smile: "The first answer is not that I gather all of you here. The person you summoned you is a magical existence beyond us. He has a tool that can be with countless planes, which is the prison you were imprisoned before. Hehe, you may not believe it, it is actually a hospital... and I just used his hands to gather everyone here.

As for what I gathered everyone here? Oh, of course, it is for the goal we have always strived for.
Chapter completed!