His life is a river flowing backwards
Vader Wayne died a thousand and two times, and each time he died, he would clearly recall the scene of his previous death.
At the end of reincarnation when the magma engulfed the throne, he clutched the faded pearl and fell into the rainy night of Gotham - the baby wrapped in diamond armor smashed into Bruce Wayne's arms, like a bullet that was forty years late.
"Welcome home, Troublemaker." Batman's cape wrapped around the cold armor, and the two separate shadows gradually merged.
[Gotham doesn't need a savior, it just needs children who can cry]
He was once crowned king in the Cube Continent, and now he is curled up in the Batcave chewing on a pacifier combined with a rainbow tail; he has tamed countless monsters, but now he is crying for Ah Fu's burnt cookies; the consciousness of the world screams for its darling in the dimensional cracks, and Jason stuffs the fluorescent pacifier into his mouth: "Swallow it, little brat - Gotham's garbage can feed you better than magma!"
When gods learn to embrace
Dick's kary stick is put on a sweater, Tim's coffee cup is replaced with a sustainable milk jug, Damian's knife handle is tied with a bunny-ear velvet knot; Superman puts on an anti-kryptonite diamond armor and gives a shameful speech. Wade put down the iron pickaxe in Bruce's palm. The bat graffiti on the handle of the pickaxe was already mottled. It was a letter engraved by a six-year-old boy to Meteor: "Give me your brother back and use me to switch."
Later...
A cosmic peace agreement spreads out in the void, its terms soaked in milk stains and kryptonite dust;
"Ban world consciousness from abducting children"
"Allow Batman to request hugs x3 daily"
"World, please forgive me for choosing to be a child"…
Purpose: Destiny never treats those who are kind.