In the main hall of Themyscira, Hippolyta was receiving the messengers from Atlantis.

  She had a good attitude towards this civilisation that hid like the Amazons.

  "Dear Queen, I think Atlantis is very similar to Themyscira. We are both ancient civilisations with a long history. We live far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. We are also a country of soldiers, always ready to fight …"

  The representative of Atlantis was Arthur Curry, who spoke in front of everyone.

  "Of course, apart from being born strong, we are also kind, and we love peace."

  This flattering speech won the approval of the Amazon people.

  Even the female General, Antiope, who had always been serious and rigid, had a smile on her lips.

  No one hated praise.

  "Your Royal Highness, Themyscira welcomes you."

  Hippolyta was smiling, although she was unhappy that the sea monsters domesticated in Atlantis had wounded Diana before.

  Now, however, the other party took the initiative to come to their door and apologised.

  With such a sincere act, the Amazon Queen took back her bad impression from before.

  The misunderstanding between Themyscira and Atlantis had been resolved.

  "For a long time, we have been thinking about the same problem."

  Arthur Curry's eyes swept through the audience, but he didn't find the beautiful image he expected. He put away his loss and continued, "That is, the problem of how we should integrate with the outside world."

  Hippolyta nodded. Because of this problem, she let Diana take the opportunity to send the traveller back to the human world to experience and learn the culture of the outside world.

  It was better to build a peaceful bridge of friendly exchanges between Themyscira and the world of man.

  "Your Majesty, we are all worried about the possible consequences of being exposed to the world."

  This time, Arthur Curry came with a diplomatic mission.

  Apologising was just a pretext.

  Of course, it wasn't known whether the young Sea King had other thoughts in his mind.

  "Do you have any advice, Prince Curry?"

  General Antiope asked.

  "With the increasing exploration efforts of humans and their footprints all over the world, they will discover our existence sooner or later."

  Arthur Curry recited the manuscript written long ago and expressed his opinion.

  "Instead of waiting for them to knock on the door, we should be proactive and expose ourselves."

  "The world is childish and fickle. The progress of human civilisation is still in the struggle for land and resources. They are narrow-minded and can only see the tiny benefits."

  "Atlanteans and Amazons, we have the responsibility to save this planet and share the wisdom and experience of the higher civilisation with mankind."

  "We can bring a better future to the world and make the Earth the original Garden of Eden."

  "…"

  Arthur Curry said a lot of things, probably summarised as Atlantis and Themyscira should lead the descendants of mankind, and then together they would be bigger and stronger, and create greater glory.

  Basically, it belonged to the third-rate bosses of small companies that say inspiring words.

  "Themyscira has no intention of creating conflicts and intervening in … war."

  Hippolyta shook her head.

  She understood Arthur Curry.

  Themyscira and Atlantis should lead the human race. But have they asked for other people's opinions?

  To achieve the above, it was necessary to start a war or even multiple wars between civilisations.

  Themyscira didn't want to go to war with humans; it was pointless and wouldn't yield anything.

  Everyone in Amazon was a demigod, with a long-life span and the support of the gods of Olympus. They would only start a war if they truly had nothing better to do.

  Even if they ruled the world, how would Themyscira rule with such a small number of people?

  Not enough for every country, not enough for every city!

  "War is only the last option, and it is an outcome that none of us wants to see."

  Arthur Curry seemed to have guessed Hippolyta's thoughts and instead said, "The first problem facing Atlantis and Themyscira is how to make the human world accept us, and defuse the vigilance and hostility of both sides."

  "Your Majesty, I think Atlantis and Themyscira are in such a similar position that they could form an alliance and form a joint kingdom."

  "When the land and the ocean are connected with each other and join hands with each other to become a whole, even if people are hostile, they will seriously consider the consequences, instead of easily lighting the fuse of war."

  Hippolyta seemed to have been persuaded. Amazon people had no prejudice against the Atlantis people living under the deep sea.

  The living areas of both sides were different, and there was no direct conflict of interest.

  The alliance could be considered.

  "Your Royal Highness, let Antiope show you around later. Themyscira is a land blessed by the gods, and there are many rare foreign objects that are hard to find outside."

  Hippolyta didn't directly agree but left some room for manoeuvring.

  She hadn't figured out the true purpose of Atlantis yet, so it was unwise for her to make a hasty decision.

  "Hmm, on behalf of Atlantis, I offer the sincerest blessing to Her Majesty the Queen."

  Arthur Curry said good-bye and left the hall with the delegation.

  …


  …


  "That day … that night … Bruce was killed in the alley, right? He took your place."

  Barry spoke in a shaky voice, stating this brutal truth twisted by fate.

  He looked at the family photo, then at the angry and violent Batman in front of him, as if he understood everything.

  "I said——"

  Batman was unmoved as he released the hand around Barry's neck and twisted his body around.

  "Don't you mention Bruce's name again!"

  Crack!

  He directly gripped Barry's five fingers and broke them with force!

  "Ahhh!"

  Barry screamed in pain. His tall body curled up.

  Five of his fingers were violently broken by Batman.

  This kind of pain was by no means tolerable by an ordinary person.

  "Huff huff…"

  Barry was panting, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

  He knelt on the ground and couldn't say a complete word for a while.

  "Now, do you remember? Barry Allen."

  Batman looked down at the other party with no emotion in his eyes.

  "If you mention that name again, I'll break every bone in your body. Don't doubt my ability. If you really investigated me carefully, you should know that I was an excellent doctor."

  In the face of the naked threat, Barry followed his heart's choice and nodded vigorously.

  He didn't want to be beaten and tortured by Bruce Wayne's father anymore. It was a nightmare.

  'Those criminals in Gotham are pitiful. '

  Thinking that the villains of this city were facing a superhero who didn't mind using violence, Barry felt that the Rogue Gallery were lucky.

  Central City was much better than Gotham!

  "So, now…"

  The raspy voice of a terminal throat cancer patient once again came from above Barry's head.

  "It's time for a quiz, Barry Allen…"

  "Tell me, why are you here? Did the clown send you?"

  "Remember, I need to answer honestly."

  "If you hesitate or try to cheat…"

  "Then, I will start with your hands… slowly crush your fingers, and then break your legs, and leave you sitting on a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

  "… I've seen many vicious bastards, but they all cried for forgiveness in the end."

  The middle-aged Batman paused as if remembering what had happened in that alley.

  Young Bruce fell into his mother's arms. He beat the guy who shot him until he couldn't speak.

  From that day on, Thomas Wayne's heart was full of anger that couldn't be vented.

  He dealt with each criminal with even more brutality than Gotham's gang of villains.

  Even if James Gordon, an old friend from Gotham Police Department, persuaded him several times.

  Thomas Wayne didn't waver.

  These scum deserved hell!

  They don't deserve forgiveness!

  "I'm not the Dark Knight of Gotham; I'm the Knight of Vengeance."

  Batman said so.

  …