: Batman, the rise of the dark knight

Foreword: This is the story of Batman, one of DC's greatest heroes. It happened before the Justice League was established and Superman had not officially debuted. Because of the preference for the new 52, ​​each hero and villain has an origin, which is more real, and the master was about 33 years old when he formed the Justice League. But the old man here is a story shortly after he became Batman. The old man here is younger and does not have the cleverness of the later period. The identity of Batman is still a burden or a cover for another identity for him. Once I wrote it, the book friends I read gave some comments.
Prologue: Rainy Night
Night, Gotham, Wayne Manor. The old housekeeper Alfred was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there was a violent wind outside. Bean-sized raindrops hit the window and crackled, bringing a different sense of rhythm to this restless night. In front of the radio, Gotham news is playing.
[Today is the 30th day that Batman disappeared in Gotham City. Since Batman took the clown and former prosecutor Harvey Dent in the factory explosion, we will bring the two-faced people to justice today. There was no news about the dark knight. With the disappearance of the dark knight, the crime rate in Gotham City, which once fell to the bottom line, has gradually increased. Can we understand this? This volunteer police who has always been on the wanted list of Gotham Police Station Staff is an important factor in maintaining Gotham's order. Does his disappearance mean that the city of Gotham can no longer be saved? Can the incompetent police and government officials give us a reasonable explanation? 】
Alfred turned off the radio, glanced at the room in the attic, took an album from the bookshelf next to him, and sat at the window to read it. The album was not thick, but Alfred turned slowly because The above is one of the few in his memory that belongs to the happiest time of the old master, now the old master Bruce Wayne.
The album contains a photo of Bruce as a child and his late parents Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne. He was crying when he was just born. He went out with his parents to catch butterflies and joy. There are a few photos of Bruce playing with a little girl, as well as a few. Looking at the photos that only existed in the past, Alfred was a little dazed, and he couldn't tell which time he was in.
"It's another rainy day, Master Thomas." Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, the old butler gave a sigh and looked at the portrait hanging on the wall.
It was a five-year-old Bruce, wearing a dress and the only portrait of his parents. Because it was the first time he was painted with his parents like this, young Bruce seemed a little nervous and anxious. After all, he kept a posture for a long time. Motion is still a difficult task for a child, so Bruce did not perform well, but this is the only portrait of him and his parents. At that time, Alfred and Bruce did not expect that the accident would happen so quickly. So suddenly, the family of three who should have been envied by many people only had a five-year-old child and an old butler in support. With.
Back in 1974, Alfred had just retired from the British Special Forces. As an elite Special Forces, Alfred had completed many tasks. Infiltrated assassinations in the enemy's hinterland, and solved some supernatural events. It can be said that as an excellent soldier, with this resume, he can move smoothly, whether in military or political circles will be a new star.
But he didn't. He gave up all the honors, power, and rapids that he had at his fingertips, and came to another country to start a new life. He was tired of the days when he took a gun to deprive others of his life, even if the man was unforgiving. When he first arrived in Gotham, his talents attracted many local gangs, businesses, and nightclubs. They wanted Alfred to be his bodyguard, but Alfred refused. In the end, he chose Apply for the position of housekeeper of the Wayne family, the most influential family in Gotham City.
No one would have thought that this once hand on the battlefield, with a strong British accent, looks like a gentleman's executioner would choose a job as a service person, but at the time it was the sole master of the Wayne family, Thomas. . Wayne. After seeing Alfred, he only asked one question: "Why did you choose to come to me." With the capabilities of the Wayne family, it was easy to find out the information of each candidate, and Alfred also I did not intend to falsify my resume.
Because in his view, the job is also a part of his life, he has no reason to veto it.
"I just want to know if there is a chance for someone like me to start a second time." Alfred replied, looking at Thomas's eyes directly.
"So, congratulations, Alfred, you are hired." Thomas smiled on his face, extended his hand, and welcomed Alfred. That year, he was 27 years old, and Thomas Wayne was also 27 years old.
In the following days, Alfred began as the steward of the Wayne family to take charge of everything in the Wayne Manor. As a former special forces member, he was still the best group. Alfred played many roles, but the steward, Obviously not in it. At the beginning, Alfred was very embarrassed in management. He used to use everything at hand as a weapon. It was difficult to put the things on hand where he should be used as a tool.
As his master, Thomas Wayne did not blame him, but taught him how to manage. This young master, who should have enjoyed the greatest power of Gotham City, taught him a lot like his best friend, which made him Alfred was puzzled. Because most of the time his owner put the company aside, he ran to a slum area to open a private clinic, specially for those who can not pay high fees for free treatment, and even specifically allocated a large amount from the enterprise The money is used for road planning and construction in Gotham City.
"Why do you do this, Master Thomas, you should have been the right pair of talents." In his spare time, Alfred once asked Thomas this question.
The young Thomas, who had mastered the wealth of a rival country at a young age, only showed a simple smile to Alfred, looking at the new road built by the construction team under the contract of Wayne Enterprises, and said with emotion: "I'm a doctor, Alfred. As a doctor, all I can do is cure the disease and make the bad things better. Now. I'm just doing what a doctor should do."
Thomas' words made Alfred remember deeply, and he was full of respect for his master who is also a teacher and a friend. After such a period of ten years, Alfred also spent a full ten years at Wayne Manor. Ten years of time transformed his once special forces king into a competent old butler. Arrangement of everything in Wayne Manor, also in this decade, he saw Thomas found true love, Martha, a kind girl, he was also a groomsman at Thomas' wedding.
Finally, he watched the heirs of the Wayne family, Bruce Wayne fell to the ground. The loud cry made him feel that his life had become brighter. He was also invited by Thomas to become the godfather of Bruce Wayne. As a man who has not been married, being the godfather of a child is a light of life for Alfred.
In the later days, Alfred did his best to take care of Little Bruce. When Thomas and Martha made free consultations for Gotham's poor, Alfred had to learn how to change Little Bruce's diaper and master the baby bottle. At the temperature of breastfeeding, Alfred can say with a package ticket that taking care of Little Bruce's five years of growth is definitely the happiest five years of his life, if there is no such thing.
It was a rainy night, and it was as heavy as it is now. Alfred, who had been busy all day, took the written resignation letter and prepared to go to sleep. In the fifteen years at Wayne Manor, he got a lot, and Thomas knew He should not keep Alfred on his side like this. He needs a new life, so he let Alfred resign and Alfred is ready to do the same.
"Tingle bell!" Just as Alfred was going to turn off the lamp to sleep, the ringing of the phone at the table rang quickly, an unknown number, but Alfred had a bad hunch at this time, this phone would not have too much Good news to him, but he still took it.
"Yes, here is Alfred." After receiving the call, Alfred felt that he was ready, but the news from the end of the phone caught him by surprise.
"Mr. Alfred, we are the Gotham Police Station. At ten o'clock tonight, the Thomas Wayne couple were shot. Only one child survived and you need to come over."
The phone slipped from his own hand, and the phone with a simple shape hit Alfred's instep, but he didn't realize it at all. Only the words in his mind echoed, and the Thomas and his wife were shot. He never thought that this kind-hearted couple would have this ending. He was obviously doing good deeds, but he was just shot and shot in the alley like a pearl necklace! Alfred's brain stopped thinking, fell to the ground weakly, and knocked down a row of books.
"Yes, I have to go to the police station! I have to hurry to the police station!" The blow made Alfred react, hurriedly took off the windbreaker from the hanger, took the umbrella, and Alfred hurried out of Wayne Manor, drove to the police station.
Along the way, Alfred arrived at the crime scene in only fifteen minutes. The couple who had treated him like a family was lying there, with white cloth covering them, and the broken pearl necklace scattered all over the place. And his godson, Bruce Wayne is on the ground, ignoring the muddy rain, picking them one by one, the rain hit his face, his expression is so numb.
A detective was holding an umbrella on his head, but did not stop him, because he knew that this was the boy's last insistence. Alfred didn't dare to look at the faces of the Thomas couple. He stepped forward, took the detective's umbrella, and put a windbreaker on Little Bruce.
"Master Bruce, I'm here." Alfred tried to be gentle and gentle, and said beside Little Bruce.
"Alfred?" Little Bruce Wayne turned around stiffly, looked at his godfather, and hugged him without saying a word. What he needs at this time is not any comfort, but a strong shoulder for him to rely on.
Alfred knew, so he didn't say a word, no matter how sad he was at this time, he had to stay strong in front of Little Bruce. The detectives on the side didn't say anything. After passing the umbrella to Alfred, they began to ask; "Mr. Alfred Pennyworth?"
"Yes, it's me."
"My name is Jim Gordon, I'm sorry for this kind of thing, but we will find out."
"I hope so." Alfred had known the city after living in Gotham for so long, and after a polite sentence, he took Little Bruce away.
Driving back to Wayne Manor, along the way, Little Bruce wrapped the windbreaker and looked out the window without saying a word. Back at the manor, the servants had fallen asleep, and the Wayne Manor, which was supposed to be full of vitality at this time, was like an empty city. It was quiet and strange, scary.
Bringing Little Bruce back to his room, the extremely nervous Little Bruce held the picked pearl necklace in his hand and lay on the bed without a word. With a sigh, Alfred was about to turn off the lights and the door, and let Little Bruce sleep well.
"Alfred?"
"Yes, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Master Bruce."
"Can I not turn off the lights? I'm scared."
"Of course, Master Bruce." Alfred didn't turn off the light and did not leave, but found a chair and sat down next to the little Bruce, watching him fall asleep, and then had nightmares even after falling asleep. He covered the quilt.
Alfred knew that from the moment he sat down next to Little Bruce, there was no chance for the resignation letter to be handed out. In fact, he didn't need to hand it out. After that, Alfred became the lifelong steward of the Wayne family. He spent ten years in the Wayne family, and twenty years until the end of his life. He also watched the little Bruce in the memory leave the Wayne manor. Again What came back was a young man full of anger in his eyes, a dark knight belonging to Gotham.
Closing the album, Alfred looked up at the paintings on the wall. Thomas and Martha in the portrait looked at him like this, as always. "I'm sorry, Master Thomas." whispered, Alfred got up, took the dinner he had made, and walked quietly into the attic.
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