"Terrorists launched a surprise attack at Gotham Central Station, releasing a biochemical virus that infected multiple Gotham citizens. The Police have currently sealed off the station."
On the news, the anchor reported on the terrorist attack in Gotham.
A dark red gas emanated from the station, filling the entire sky.
"Oh, my God! We have to go!"
The field reporter, seeing the red gas approaching, immediately fled the scene at the fastest speed.
At the same time, gunshots echoed within the Central Station.
The infected people attacked the Police like madmen.
The unsuspecting Police tried to draw their guns to retaliate, but were tackled by the crowd the next second.
As the toxic gas spread, the affected population gradually expanded.
The streets became a place of chaos and panic, and cars, nearby shops, and banks quickly became targets for the rampaging crowds.
Chaos and panic gradually spread throughout the entire city.
Bruce looked at the shocking images on the screen, his heart immediately in a turmoil.
"No, no, no!"
Bruce immediately turned around in a panic and ran towards Peter's room.
Pushing open the door, Bruce shouted at Peter, "Sir, Gotham!"
Peter put down his phone and looked at the panicked Bruce.
"Sir, Gotham has been attacked!"
"I know, Bruce."
Peter calmly turned to face him, "They've deployed a biochemical virus and begun their ambitious plan."
"Sir, is it the Court of Owls?"
"Most likely."
Peter stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the city across the river.
Martian Manhunter had just told him that the Court of Owls was developing a serum virus.
Now that the virus was immediately deployed, it was hard not to link it to the Court of Owls.
"Alfred, and Selina, I have to go back to Gotham!"
Bruce was anxious and hurried, wanting to return to Gotham.
"Wait, Bruce, do you know what they want to do?"
Peter stopped the flustered Bruce.
"No, I don't know."
"They want to take away the hope of the people of Gotham, Bruce, and you can't give them hope."
Peter looked into his eyes, "You can't change anything right now, so, for your safety, I suggest you stay in Metropolis."
Bruce said with a firm tone, "No, Sir, I must go back."
"Even if you might be killed by irrational people at any time, or captured by the Court of Owls?"
"Yes, Sir, you said that terror can also breed power. I may not be able to give the people of Gotham hope, but… I can give those bastards fear."
Bruce took a deep breath, bowed deeply to Peter, "Sir, thank you for taking care of me during this time. I have learned a lot from you."
Bruce said sincerely, "You taught me to face my fears, taught me how to face life; these are things I had never experienced before. Thank you, Sir."
He unfastened his watch and handed it to Peter, "Sir, I don't know what I'll encounter, so… can you hold onto this watch for me?"
Peter looked at his father's watch in Bruce's hand and paused.
Then he shook his head and said to Bruce, "I don't need it, Bruce, you keep it."
He knew Bruce intended to give him the watch.
But he couldn't accept such a valuable item.
If it created some karma, wouldn't he be responsible for Bruce Wayne?
That kid Mark was already enough of a headache, and with Batman, who was full of bitterness and hatred, if another meteor shower brought a few more worry-free babies, he was afraid he'd die a few years earlier.
After Bruce left, Martian Manhunter knocked and entered.
"You really let him leave?"
"Of course, I'm not a savior."
Peter had a matter-of-fact expression, "Do you think I'm that kind of selfless hero?"
"You might not be, but Bruce respects you a lot."
Martian Manhunter said to him, "As people say, 'Anyone can be a father, but only a striving middle-aged man can be a daddy.' He seems to have taken you as his daddy."
"First, I am not a middle-aged man."
Peter looked at the chaotic scenes in Gotham on the television and shook his head, saying to Martian Manhunter, "I am a young man who isn't even married yet."
"Second, I have no interest in being a daddy."
"Uh-huh, Peter, what you just said was clearly disingenuous."
"Did you read my mind? Are you so certain?"
Peter looked speechlessly at this cunning green-skinned man.
"No, I rarely peek into others' minds. I just read the inconsistency on your face."
Night, Gotham.
Bruce stood on the street, tightening his collar to cover his face.
The city's chaos continued; due to insufficient Police force in Gotham, the entire city could not be fully controlled, leading to continued disorder.
Screams and curses came from a distant street corner, and Bruce quickly moved into a phone booth.
He glanced left and right, confirming no one was paying attention, then quickly dialed Wayne Manor's number.
He dialed for a few minutes, but still no one answered.
Helplessly hanging up the phone, he prepared to go to Wayne Manor himself to check.
As soon as he stepped out of the phone booth, he encountered a group of thugs chasing and beating a man.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Seeing the man being beaten and lying on the ground wailing, Bruce immediately spoke up to stop them.
"Get lost! You brat!"
Several thugs cursed at Bruce, then continued to punch and kick the man.
Bruce gritted his teeth, picked up a stick from the ground, and charged towards the thugs.
"Bang!"
With a sudden attack, he instantly knocked down one thug.
The remaining thugs, seeing their accomplice fall, paused for a moment then immediately rushed towards him.
A few minutes later.
Overwhelmed by numbers, Bruce ran breathlessly to the rooftop of a building under renovation.
He jumped onto the edge of the rooftop with a "thump," looking at the high altitude below and then at the opposite roof.
Footsteps of the pursuing thugs came from behind him.
Looking at the dizzying height below, fear instantly grew within him.
"No, I can do it, overcome fear, I can do it, forget those fears, you will gain strength."
Encouraging himself and taking a deep breath, Bruce stepped back a few paces, then accelerated and ran forward.
The moment he stepped off, he soared through the air like a bird, leaping towards the opposite roof.
"Thump!"
He successfully jumped across, landing precariously on the edge of the opposite roof.
However, before he could even catch his breath, he suddenly lost his balance and fell backward uncontrollably.
"No!"
Losing his balance, he plummeted straight down.
Bruce, his heart filled with despair, felt the sensation of falling and looked up at the sky.
That feeling of falling into the Batcave in his childhood assailed him again.
Helpless, he reached out, vaguely seeing the Bat in the cave.
"Whoosh!"
The black night's Bat, in front of him, continuously grew larger until it became Peter's face.
Peter quickly grabbed the falling Bruce, pulled him into his arms, and plummeted rapidly downwards.
"Bang!!"
Flipping his body, Peter landed heavily on the ground, holding Bruce.