Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne's study.
With his eyes closed tightly and leaning back on the chair, Bruce Wayne was thinking quietly, and his frown from time to time was very consistent with his current tangled heart.
On the one hand, there are his son and identity secrets, and on the other hand, there are some criminals who should be dead.
He needs to make a choice between the two.
Perhaps when most people face such a choice, they will feel that it is not a choice at all.
However, for Bruce Wayne, the Dark Knight who protects Gotham, this is a very simple choice.
Because in his opinion, on the one hand, it is about family ties and blood, on the other hand, it is his own beliefs and beliefs.
He couldn't decide between the two.
Moreover, he also wanted to understand what the clown's purpose was.
At the same time, Miranda, who was alone in the bedroom, made a choice after thinking for a while, or in other words, she didn't need to make a choice at all.
Her son's life is naturally the most important!
However, she also clearly knows how difficult this choice is for her husband and Batman.
However, for her, the daughter of a ninja master, such a choice is simply a no-brainer, because in her opinion, family is the most important thing.
"Fortunately, I am not an ordinary woman. Although I can't take action, but..."
Thinking of this, Miranda picked up the phone and called Bain. After explaining the general situation, she asked Bain to come back quickly.
Bane, the man who can defeat Bruce Wayne in a head-on fight, is naturally capable of killing people as told by the Joker.
Since Batman has a hard time making a choice, Miranda must be prepared!
She didn't want to actually see her son's hand cut off.
and……
"Bruce, what will you choose?"
Deep down in Miranda's heart, she naturally hoped that Bruce Wayne would choose her son, but she quietly asked herself, was she sure about such an answer?
"no, I can not!"
Miranda couldn't believe the answer called 'possibly' that flashed in her mind, because she knew that when the answer changed from possible to yes, there would be a deep connection between her and Bruce Wayne. crack.
She will never forgive the other person for giving up their child for someone else!
However, what Miranda failed to notice is, if she really believed that Bruce Wayne would choose the child, why would she call Bane?
Of course, Miranda actually has another option, which is to find her father, the ninja master.
But……
Thinking of the choice she made between the two when she chose to marry Bruce Wayne, she felt filled with guilt and fear.
And if her father knew they'd lost Damian...
He will definitely kill Bruce Wayne first!
And now Henry Duca is not something Bruce Wayne can stop!
However, neither Bruce Wayne nor Miranda wanted to be led by the clown all the time. They both understood that the most important thing was to find the clown!
But are clowns really that easy to find?
…
"Hide and seek, hide and seek!"
The clown hugged little Damian with a smile, and used the things in his hands to paint on little Damian's face. In a short time, little Damian's face was painted like a clown.
After sending an email to Bruce Wayne, he sent orders to the gangsters he called his partners.
Now, all he needs to do is wait and wait for Bruce Wayne to make his choice.
"Well..." The clown looked at little Damian's face, nodded with great satisfaction, picked up a bottle from the table and stuffed it into his hand.
Then the clown propped up his head and watched little Damian eating happily, but said with a smile: "Eat, eat. Tonight, you will know whether that lunatic will save you!".
"but……"
"Even if he doesn't choose to save you, your mother will probably choose to save you. So, you are really a happy little baby. I am so envious!"
The clown looked at little Damian with a smile, and although little Damian didn't understand what the guy opposite was talking about, he still smiled back at the clown in front of him.
Seeing the distorted smile of little Damian under the clown makeup, the clown smiled even happier.
And if Miranda heard what the clown said, she would probably be surprised.
Because listening to the Joker's words, it seems that the Joker not only has mastered Bruce Wayne's identity, but also has mastered her identity, an identity that even Bruce Wayne doesn't know, the identity of the daughter of the ninja master.
…
At night, darkness falls again.
Today's Gotham City has changed from yesterday's chaos and has become extremely quiet. It seems that the sins tonight have put away their hands and feet and become timid.
But in the darkness, a figure blending into the darkness was lying quietly in the darkness, looking at a residence not far away. His mind seemed to be divided into two halves, fighting with different concepts.
He knew that killing that person was very simple for him, but did he really want to break the shackles he had set on himself, release his dark side, and bury his beliefs with his own hands?
He shook his head in pain, still standing hesitantly, like a statue.
At the same time, Miranda, who was in Wayne Manor, stood quietly on the window sill holding the phone, waiting for Bain's answer.
She knew that tonight was not only the time for Batman to make a choice, but also the time for her to make a choice.
If she takes action, her identity will no longer be hidden. However, if the time comes for her to take action, it will be the moment when she becomes disappointed with Bruce Wayne, and this means that their marriage will come to an end. .
As time passed, the darkness became lighter and lighter, but Miranda's heart became colder and colder.
Because Bruce Wayne has not come back yet, and this shows that Bruce Wayne has not made a choice until now.
Finally, before the time designated by the clown, the phone in her hand rang, but her face turned pale.
After all, Bruce Wayne made his choice, and so did she.
Taking a deep breath, Miranda answered the phone.
"Hello……"
"Hey, miss, I've finished the matter."
Bain's calm voice came, making Miranda sigh with relief, but at the same time, her heart was as cold as ice.
"I know!" Miranda hung up the phone, snuggled beside the bed, like a statue, looking at the first hint of white that appeared on the horizon, her expression gradually became hard and cold.
