Chapter 1333 Russell: I work in hell, professional Satan
"What time is it? We agreed on noon, why did you come early?"
Hearing the knock on the door, Russell pushed Selina away and got up to wash up.
Although it is completely unnecessary. If he doesn't take a bath for a thousand years, he won't get dust on his body. If he does, he doesn't need to wash it. Once the darkness sweeps away, he will be spotless. However, unnecessary and unnecessary are two different things. This is a matter of attitude. You can't neglect your guests.
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The person on the pillow left, Selina opened her eyes with a groan, glanced at Russell's back, turned over and continued to sleep.
I'm so tired that I won't go to work today.
In a daze, Selina wondered whether this was a work-related injury, paid leave, and overtime...
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Half an hour later, Russell finished washing up and as soon as he entered the living room, he saw Wayne's master and servant who had entered without permission.
"Bruce, Alfred, you're welcome, sit down wherever you want, just treat it as if you were at home... Oh, Bruce has already sat down."
Russell shrugged: "Since we are all at home, Ah Fu, please make me a cup of tea, not black tea."
Because he is a newbie, Butler Man has not yet linked up with Batman. His daily routine is either making tea or cleaning tea sets, which is correct.
"Please wait!"
Alfred nodded, smiled at Bruce on the sofa, turned and walked out of the living room.
In his memory, Russell once invited him to have dinner on Thanksgiving Day, so he was no stranger to this strange villa.
Bruce nodded with a smile and gave Alfred a look, asking him to get lost while making tea and see what was special about this villa.
"Bruce, we agreed to meet at noon, why are you here so early?"
Russell looked at the clock on the wall. It was only eight o'clock. It was confirmed that Batman's superpower was not only having money, but also not having to sleep.
"Russell, what are you talking about? What's the agreement to meet at noon?"
Bruce smiled like a conceited playboy: "I just returned to Gotham, and I have a lot of things on hand. I just came to visit my old friends now. I am negligent and neglectful. I hope you won't take it to heart."
"Okay, if you want to act like this, I'll just cooperate."
Russell pouted, turned on the TV with the remote control, and played the precious footage recorded in the early morning.
In his rookie stage, Batman went on a killing spree and dealt with all kinds of dissatisfaction on the streets of Gotham. During this period, he was beaten up by gangsters and police officers, and was knocked down as many as three digits.
Bruce: "..."
The play of the dandy ended in an instant. He changed into a calm and dark style, half of his face was covered by shadow, and his voice sounded like he had throat cancer: "You know me, but I have no impression of you... Can you turn off the lights first?
Is it done?"
The camera left Bruce's shadowy face and zoomed in to reveal his whole body. To his side, the wall lamp was bright enough to blind a dog's eyes.
"I thought you would like it, so just forget it."
Russell waved his hand to turn off the remote-controlled wall lamp, and the shadow buff on Bruce's face disappeared instantly, not Bateman at all.
"Afu told me that we have been friends since childhood, but I have no impression of you at all."
"It's normal, because it doesn't exist in the first place."
Russell admitted that Afu's memory was false, regardless of Bruce's long face, and continued: "But I didn't lie. Before the world restarted, we were the best partners. We were born and died many times, and our relationship was as close as brothers. Every time
You all affectionately call me big brother."
"You said the world restarted?"
Bruce automatically ignored the flaws, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Stop pretending, you are just a rookie, why are you pretending to be a boss?"
Russell leaned on the sofa and crossed his legs: "I admit that restarting the timeline was my mistake, but I'm back again!"
"What!?"
The more Bruce listened, the more confused he became. He originally had many questions, but now there are even more.
"Mr. Russell, the green tea you want."
Alfred walked into the living room and put down the tea, shaking his head slightly at Bruce.
A very ordinary villa, with no secret doors or secrets.
"Thank you. As expected of Ah Fu, you are a good brewer of tea."
Russell took the tea cup, closed his eyes and sniffed, enjoying the aroma of the tea: "Yes, there are many secrets, and there are also secret doors and underground bases."
"..."x2
Bruce and Alfred looked at each other with expressionless faces. Russell drank the tea in one gulp, stood up and walked to the TV, raising his hand to take a picture of the elevator entrance on the wall.
Russell walked into the elevator and waved to the two people who were speechless: "Rookie, come with me. You want to be a superhero, you want to protect Gotham, you want to be my partner, but you're still far away!"
"No, I didn't."
"You don't want to be a superhero, or you don't want to protect Gotham?"
"I don't want to be the last one."
"..."
The elevator starts and heads deep underground.
"Bruce, you don't want to be my partner. I don't blame you. It's the deviation of the timeline restart. In the final analysis, it's still my fault. If it wasn't for me back then..."
Russell sighed and went off topic: "Once upon a time, you hugged my thigh and cried and begged to be taken away. I didn't agree, so you rolled on the floor and stayed in my house and refused to leave."
Bruce pretended not to hear, feeling that the elevator took a little long to descend, and frowned: "What did you do back then, and why did the timeline restart?"
As for Russell, he could just choose to listen, but there was some information that he had to find out clearly.
As for what is true and what is false, what can be believed and what can be ignored, he believes he can tell the difference.
"Look, Bruce's street photos and Arkham photo special issue."
Russell took out the digital camera from behind his butt and flipped to the exclusive photo album marked 'Baitman'. There were two of them.
Bruce frowned and looked at the photo album. Alfred glanced at it and then looked away, and then...
He glanced again, and his eyes never left.
In the photo album taken on the street, Bruce is standing under a streetlight, with streets and the Batmobile in the background, wearing only a pair of pink boxers with red strawberries on them.
He looked aggrieved in the camera. Only in the last few photos, he didn't know what kind of threat he encountered, but he forced a stiff smile.
In the special issue of Arkham, Bruce is sitting alone on a small bed in a single room, wearing only an extra-large diaper. On the bed sheet, the world map drawn by Bruce is clearly visible.
With his good figure, good looks, and cool temperament, Bruce in the photo uses these three major advantages to break away from the ridiculous bedwetting photo style. Those who didn't know it thought it was a fashion photo taken by a top male model.
"..."x2
What is shocking? This is shocking!
No matter what Bruce's expression was, Alfred was completely stunned.
"Because of my carelessness, the photo spread all over the Internet, causing Bruce's Dark Knight character to collapse. The criminals just laughed when they saw him, and there was no fear at all..."
Russell looked up and sighed: "Just like that, the world was ruined, and it was necessary to restart it."
"..."x2
Therefore, you are the culprit who caused the destruction of the world! x2
Bruce's face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth twitched occasionally, indicating that he was full of mmp inside.
Alfred finished in a daze, clenched his fists and coughed a few times: "Mr. Russell, these photos..."
"Afu, I understand."
Russell winked and said, "As far as our relationship is concerned, I will definitely give you a copy of Bruce's bedwetting photos."
"No, Mr. Russell, you misunderstood."
"Afu, if you don't tell secrets, you secretly contacted me before restarting the timeline and made a copy to your satisfaction."
"..."
"Is there still any misunderstanding?"
"No more."
"It's easy to say, let's contact you another day, I won't let Bruce know."
Russell made an OK gesture, Alfred nodded and returned to his expressionless face. During the transaction, the two of them ignored the dark-faced Bruce.
"You said that the timeline would be restarted and everything would start from scratch, so I have no impression of you, so..."
Bruce didn't believe a word of Russell's words, and even scorned the bedwetting photos. Just like their childhood, they were undoubtedly fake.
They are all fake and cannot be deceived!
"What then?"
"Why do we lose our memory and everything goes back to where it started, but you are preserved intact?"
Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you are qualified to be different from others because you caused time to restart with your own hands, stop telling such lies."
"That's not..."
Russell glanced at the two of them and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Russell, I work in Hell, and my profession is the Lord of Hell...Satan!"
bite!!
Just when Bruce and the two were shocked by 'Satan', the elevator stopped and slowly opened, revealing a dark and endless desolate world.
The sky was shrouded in black clouds, without any sunlight. The distant scenery was full of ghosts and shadows, the ground was cracked and cracked in abyss, sulfurous hot air was spraying out, and the red scorching sea was rising, barely illuminating a corner of the world.
The close-up view is of a transparent glass passage with a metal gate at the end, connected to a sealed building that is suspected to be a base.
It's square, like a coffin, and it's black.
"..."x2
"How about it? The secret base built in hell is very secretive, isn't it?"
"Hell...is beneath Gotham City..."
Bruce's face showed bitterness. No wonder Gotham's folk customs are simple and simple. It's so close to hell.
"No, hell and earth do not belong to the same dimension. I just used my authority to open a door at home."
Russell looked at Bruce with some deep meaning and named his thoughts: "The chaos in Gotham is inevitable, and it has nothing to do with hell or me."
"You can change these, right?"
"Can't!"
Russell shrugged, a peaceful and stable Gotham is boring, and if you are bored, you won't be able to sell comics. Then Batman rushed to the streets, and DC collectively went to the rooftop.
So, regardless of the fact that he can do whatever he wants, even killing Bruce and Clark is no problem, but as long as Gotham is changed so that there is no Batman, the world will immediately restart.
The three of them left the elevator. Bruce and Alfred observed the hell outside the passage. It was not until they were in front of the metal door that Bruce asked: "Satan, what do you want us to do when you take us to hell?"
"Brothers of many years, just call me Russell. The position of Satan was not mine originally. I was just dumped by the original Satan. I personally refuse."
Russell answered, opened the metal door, and said slowly: "Because I restarted the world, you became a rookie, so I will help you quickly get through your childhood and become a qualified Dark Knight."