Chapter 132 Mom, You Forced Me Due to the existence of the soul contract, Bruce should have been the only human who could understand the Katum language. But now Martha can communicate smoothly with the owl, which only means that the situation is worse than imagined. Bruce's personality has been completely mastered by her. But Katum didn't show any worry. After Martha left, he just flew to Bruce and touched his pocket. The pockets are empty. well. Katum breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the gift he had given had been brought into Bruce's thinking realm. In the diary, Ravenclaw once briefly explained the principles of dream magic. "Everyone has a palace in their mind. Some geniuses with extremely high IQs can even actively enter their own palace of thought."
She said, "But most people are not aware of the existence of the palace. The so-called dream magic is to trap people in the palace of thought and unable to extricate themselves." In short, this is a kind of mind magic from DC. There are many spellcasters who can use mind magic: the witch, Zatanna, Raven, etc. This naturally includes Barbatos. "There is indeed something wrong with the witch's mental magic. Ravenclaw didn't find any clues." Katum thought to himself, "Perhaps from the very beginning, the witch was sent here as a sacrifice." Maybe Barbatos has already cooperated with Martha. After all, their goals are not conflicting. Barbatos wanted Batman, and Martha wanted Bruce. Katum did not stop Martha from taking Bruce's personality away. After all, the man's biological mother came to visit, and it would not be appropriate for him, as the godfather, to force her to stay. but-- The owl looked in the direction where Martha left, thinking silently: “Many parents always want to arrange everything for their children, but the results are always unsatisfactory. “Sometimes, we still have to respect the personal wishes of children. "Batman is Bruce, and Bruce is Batman, and that's his choice. “That’s why I’m so confident.” Next, Martha will probably create a dream in which she lives with Bruce. Then slowly eliminate Katum's influence on Bruce bit by bit. Until Bruce becomes what she wants him to be. "Then she will probably be disappointed."
Owl thought, "Bruce now is not the good boy she remembered." …… The people of the motherland were wrapped in a metal egg in full view of everyone. No one knew what happened. At this time, Water Company had sent people to take away Homelander's eggs, but was blocked by the US military. “This is no longer an internal matter of your company.” The military leader said to the representative of Vought Company, "Everyone has seen this incident. The situation is unclear now. We suspect that this incident will affect national security, so I'm sorry, you can't take this metal ball away." "Homelander is our company's superhero." The Water representative was still arguing, "We need to protect Homelander to prevent any accidents!" But the military chief still said: "I understand your feelings, but I'm sorry, you can't take him away." Some staff members have already come close to the metal egg with instruments, using X-ray scanning technology to try to find out what's inside the shell. But no matter how they scanned, the final image was pitch black and nothing could be detected inside. They couldn't see that at this moment, the Homelander inside the metal shell was curled up in a ball, dreaming a peaceful dream. At the same time, his body was also changing. The body that was originally in its thirties is getting younger and younger. The people of our motherland are regaining their youth. …… Bruce looked out the window of Wayne Manor at the dark sky of Gotham. Footsteps sounded from behind, and the aroma of tea wafted over. In a trance, Bruce felt that this scene was inexplicably familiar. It was like the scene when he had just lost his parents and Alfred came to comfort him. But when he turned around, the person who appeared behind him was not the Ah Fu in his memory. "Bruce?" Martha was standing behind him, holding afternoon tea with a gentle smile on her face. "What are you thinking about? Come, try these snacks." Mom called Bruce over, but Bruce didn't move. Dim light shone through the window lattice, and Bruce seemed to turn into a silhouette, standing under the sky of Gotham City. "Mother?" he said, "are you no longer sad?" Just yesterday, after watching a show, the family was robbed as they passed through an alley. Father Thomas Wayne died at the hands of robbers while trying to protect his wife and children.
Fortunately, Bruce and Martha survived. “Being sad doesn’t solve anything.” Martha forced a smile, "We still have to go on living, don't we? "Come and have something to eat. You still have many classes, etiquette, piano, classical literature... "Bruce, even if your father didn't exist, I would still raise you to be a perfect gentleman!" But Bruce still didn't come over, his eyes were extremely clear. "Mother," he called to Martha, "am I dreaming?" Martha's expression changed. "Bruce, you must be tired!" Martha was at a loss as to what to do, "It's okay, just take a good rest, and you can have snacks later..." She was like a poor performer trying to hide a truth that everyone knew. "mom!" There was no smile on Bruce's face, and he looked at Martha with extremely complicated eyes. "I've experienced a similar dream once before, so I won't get lost again." There was a hint of sadness in Bruce's tone, "The multiverse is so big, full of infinite possibilities. I'm happy that there is a world where Mom can live." "Barbatos is still thinking about me, I understand. “He used you and asked you to take me back, and I understand that. “What I don’t understand is— "Mom, why don't you want Dad to be alive even in your dreams?" Bruce already understood everything. After he used the diary as a medium to enter the minds of his fellow countrymen, suddenly a force captured his thoughts. And then put it into this imaginary Gotham. He himself was restored to the age of eight and experienced the nightmare in the alley. Everything was just like the dream at Hogwarts. But the difference is that this time, Bruce was sober from beginning to end. He saw his father dead but his mother alive. And after that night, my mother's behavior became abnormal. It goes without saying who created this dream. "Mom, someone once told me that I was stuck in an alley at the age of eight." Bruce slowly walked towards the dining table, "But now I realize that I'm not the only one trapped that night."
He sat down on the chair and motioned to Martha by pointing to another chair. "Mom, please sit down!" Martha stood there in a daze, actually falling into hesitation. The clown who had played with countless people's hearts was now at a loss in front of his own children. "What happened between you and Dad?" Bruce said sadly, "Why does it come to this point among family members that they wish each other dead even in their dreams?" Of course he was very happy to see his mother alive again. But what he didn't want to see even more was a broken family. "Bruce, let me explain!" Martha fell into the chair. She didn't want to show her current face in front of her children. She wants to continue playing the role of a gentle mother. But Bruce was too smart. Not only did he not fall into the dream, but he also guessed that he was the one who created this dream. This made it almost impossible for her to continue acting. "Mom, you've been in pain." Bruce did not blame Martha. Instead, he took the initiative to stretch out his hands and tightly held his mother's cold palms. “Although we are from different worlds, I am willing to regard you as my mother! "I can feel your love for me, it can't be fake. "But the situation now is that I must gain enough strength to save Gotham. I can't go back with you!" Hearing this, Martha, who was originally crying, suddenly widened her eyes. "no!" She yelled, "Gotham doesn't need you to save it. You can't be like that lunatic Thomas!" Martha was terrified. Thomas hasn't even come into this world, why would the child have the same idea as him? She said helplessly, even as if begging her child: "Your goal should be to become a doctor or a lawyer and live a happy life, instead of dressing up as a weirdo and playing with your own life..." Bruce felt a little reluctant to see Martha like this, but the current situation did not allow him to hesitate. "Mom, do you remember when I was little? I was only a few months old and couldn't even eat by myself. I still needed you to feed me." Martha was a little confused by the past events that Bruce suddenly brought up. "Of course I remember..." she stammered, "But why do you remember?"
"Because there is a memory palace in my brain, which stores all my memories from childhood to adulthood." Bruce smiled and said, “The time I spent with you is my most treasured memory. "Mom, you know better than anyone that I will grow up. When I was a few months old, I needed you to feed me. After I was one year old, I could hold a spoon by myself. "It's the same now. I'm thirteen, not eight." As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce's body began to grow. Not the eight-year-old Martha remembered when she lost Bruce, but his actual age now, thirteen. Almost as tall as Martha, even. "Mom, I have my own ideas now. They may be a little immature, but they are what I really want to do." Bruce finally tried, "Can you support me?" Martha did not answer immediately. She looked into the child's eyes and felt an unprecedented sense of strangeness. "I understand." Martha suddenly said, "I've been away from your growth for too long, and it's too late to make up for it now." Her expression gradually changed from sadness to sternness. "You are just like the world. You have to be forced to become better. I have seen Thomas's madness and I will never let you become like that. “Bruce, you leave me no choice. "One day you will understand that I am doing this for your own good!" Originally, Martha wanted to use gentle means and use dreams to subtly influence Bruce's thoughts. But Bruce did not fall into the dream at all and remained awake the whole time. Then there's no way. "Bruce, you made me do this." After hearing this, Bruce could only extinguish the last glimmer of hope. "That's what I want to say too." Bruce looked Martha in the eyes, "Mom, you made me do this." (End of this chapter)