Chapter 1699 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer's Stone (XIV)

The nights in the world of Gotham are colder. There is no sultry heat in the summer of the surface world. Instead, it is like the Gotham of the past. A cold rain fell from beginning to end all night. The whole city is like a pencil drawing soaked in water. The outline of the city is eroded in the dampness.

The spire of Rodriguez College suspended in the sky is guarded by the air mass of moist mist. When the window is opened at midnight, the misty waves pour in like a school of fish.

The window of the dormitory was blown open by the wind. Wisps of mist poured in one after another, like a ghost hand. The mist droplets condensed on the glass are like eyes that keep opening and closing.

The endless white mist reveals a warm golden light like the first ray of light at dawn. The dense clouds continue to disperse. The sky behind the clouds is blue and a little purple. The white clouds are gradually dyed black and arranged into strange and complex patterns. When you open your eyes and look again, the clouds form a pair of huge blue eyes.

"Ah!"

A figure sat up from the bed, he screamed, and then gasped violently.

Little Bruce held the railing beside the bed tightly with one hand, and touched his forehead with the other hand, which was covered with cold sweat.

"What is that?"

Little Bruce muttered to himself in confusion, but suddenly his room door was knocked, so he had to kick off the quilt wrapped around him, get off the bed and open the door.

"Are you okay? I just heard a scream." Barry, holding a candlestick, stood in the dark door crack and looked at Bruce with concern. But as soon as he saw Bruce's face, he opened his mouth in surprise and sighed: "My God, your face is as white as a piece of paper. What happened to you? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Bruce took a deep breath, calmed down, loosened the door handle, and said: "I'm fine, come in." Barry seemed a little bit unbelievable that Bruce let him into his room so easily. Bruce turned around and walked back, saying: "Do you have to yell in the corridor so that the whole grade can hear it? It's two o'clock in the morning now." Barry looked at Bruce's back. He could see clearly under the candlelight that there was a large wet patch on the back of Bruce's cotton pajamas, which looked like cold sweat from night terrors. "You had a nightmare?" Barry squeezed in through the crack of the door, then quietly closed the door, took off his slippers by the door, and stepped barefoot on the soft carpet.

The dormitories at Rodriguez College are all single rooms, because reading and studying knowledge require a completely quiet environment, but even the spire expanded by magic does not have an endless space inside, so the students' single dormitories and the dean's office are loft structures with two floors.

However, unlike the structure of traditional two-story apartments, the beds in the single dormitory are placed downstairs, and the upstairs are bookshelves embedded in the wall and desks and chairs for reading and studying.

Each single room has a huge floor-to-ceiling window that stretches from the first floor to the second floor. There is a small reception area consisting of two single sofas and a coffee table by the window on the first floor, which is very suitable for inviting classmates to read and drink afternoon tea together.

Bruce and Barry sat down face to face in front of the window. Bruce took out two packs of snacks from the low cabinet next to him and poured them on the fruit plate. Barry felt a little surprised. He felt that Bruce was not the kind of person who would share food with him.

It turned out that what he expected was right. As soon as he sat down, Bruce picked up a pumpkin seed and put it in his mouth to bite. His expression was terrified. The ends of his short black curly hair were stained with sweat, and they shone cold silver under the moonlight through the huge French windows.

"What happened, Bruce?" Barry seemed a little anxious. He was the kind of person who would feel sad if he got hurt no matter how much he hated the person.

"I had a nightmare." Bruce took a deep breath. Maybe his pale face made him look particularly fragile and broken, and his tone softened: "I haven't had a nightmare since my parents' funeral."

"You..." Barry opened his mouth, but in the end he could only say one sentence: "My condolences."

"I saw a pair of eyes." Bruce bit the first pumpkin seed full of teeth marks, but did not eat it. Instead, he threw it aside and picked up a new one.

His tone was lower and more stable than before, but there was still a slightly doubtful uncertainty.

"A pair of blue eyes, bluer than the sky. I saw many clouds, a complex pattern, and, and the light that might be holy light."

Barry's eyes widened immediately, and he took a breath of cold air. He stared at Bruce's face and said, "Did you see an angel?!"

"No, there are no iconic wings, and he didn't say anything to me, but the moment the clouds dispersed, I saw golden light pouring down. That was the sacred power of heaven."

"How do you know?"

Bruce's face showed a trace of irritability again, but perhaps it was shock, fear and doubt that made him a little closer to ordinary people. He did not burst out his emotions as before, but explained patiently.

"I think people with normal intelligence should be able to see that I am not from this universe at all. I am Bruce Wayne from another universe. Do you think the incident that led me here would be an ordinary event?"

"This..." It took Barry half a minute to recover from the shock of this fact, and then he said thoughtfully: "No wonder... no wonder you and Bruce Wayne look almost exactly the same, even if they are There should be some differences between illegitimate children."

"So what Professor Schiller said in class about someone having contact with angels in advance is related to your coming to this universe, right?"

"Obvious."

"Did that angel send you here?"

"I'm not sure." Bruce obviously needs someone to talk to now, but he is not talking to express his emotions, but just to clarify his logic again in the output language.

He briefly told Barry what happened after he met Constantine, and then added details about the admission process.

"When I was sorting out my father's belongings, I saw a huge bat passing by the attic window. At that time, I felt something appear in my heart. I don't know if it was fear, but it was more like fear. It’s an anchoring excitement.”

"Bat, yes, it is a bat. I have separated myself from the world surrounded by idiots several times, but it is not like ordinary people who imagine themselves to be a carefree bird, but a bat. ”

“When I saw the bat, an idea sprouted in my mind, but before I could think about it carefully, the bat turned a corner in mid-air and hit the attic glass with its head. The fantasy is completely gone."

Little Bruce sighed softly and said: "I didn't expect bats to be so stupid, but when it slipped from the glass, I found that it seemed to be holding something on its feet. At this time, Alfred was already upstairs. Picked it up."

"We jointly read the acceptance letter it brought. Alfred thought it was very dangerous and we should destroy the letter immediately, but I have witnessed the magic of magic before and I think we should try it."

"Alfred drove me to the Gotham River at the agreed place, and then I only saw a golden light, and then I appeared in this school."

Barry keenly caught a certain word repeated several times in his words, so he asked tentatively: "Golden light?"

"I didn't see it clearly, so I'm not sure whether the golden light that took me away is the same as what I saw through the magic circle that day and what I dreamed about today, but they are indeed both golden."

"I think it's possible that the angel you saw sent you here, but the question is why he did it."

Little Bruce pursed his lips, obviously lost in thought, but Barry murmured to himself thoughtfully: "Remember what Professor Schiller said? All your talents in magic may be angels and devils. I gave you the illusion that you understood the runes of divine power from the beginning..."

"It means I was chosen by some angel, but why me?"

Both of them fell silent, and obviously no one could give an answer. In order to break the silence, Barry brought up another topic. He said, "You said you saw a pair of blue eyes. What kind of blue eyes were they?"

"It's hard to describe." Little Bruce's tone was a little vague. He thought carefully for a while in silence and said, "I can't see the details clearly. I only remember that the eyes were very blue."

"Are they as blue as your eyes?"

Little Bruce was stunned. He felt as if he had grasped something, but he couldn't grasp the key. He stretched out his hand and touched one of his eyes with his fingers, and was silent for a long time.

"I won't let him manipulate me." Little Bruce took a deep breath and said, "Whether he is a devil or an angel, he is a group of fools anyway, and any plan they have on me will never succeed."

Suddenly, little Bruce froze on the spot. He leaned back suddenly, his body shook uncontrollably, and then he let out a short "uh".

Barry could see that in less than two seconds when he was absent-minded, sweat soaked through the thick cotton pajamas and even flowed along his blood vessels. Little Bruce seemed to be frightened by something, clutching on tightly. The armrests of the chair were shaking.

Barry rushed forward to support him in an instant. When Bruce regained his freedom, he looked as if he had just been fished out of the water. Barry anxiously grabbed his arm and asked, "What's wrong? What did you see?" ?”

Little Bruce took a few quick breaths and said in a trembling tone: "...Devils and angels, under their gorgeous thrones are the bones of human beings."

Little Bruce's grip on the armrest became tighter and tighter, and his whole body was shaking as if he was about to pass out. Barry had to pat him on the back to calm him down. After a while, Little Bruce squeezed out from between his teeth. A few words.

"They extract human souls, grind their bones, and use their skulls as braziers. They exploit and torture humans without restraint."

"And under the throne made of human heads, I saw...my parents."