In the reception room of Wayne Manor, Alfred set the teacup on the table and glanced sideways at the youth sitting on the sofa.
It was simply incredible. He looked exactly like Bruce Wayne. Alfred mentally retraced everything from the day he had met Thomas Wayne to the day they parted, yet he could not find the slightest possibility that Thomas had ever had an illegitimate son.
Martha had given birth to only one child. There was no chance that one of a pair of twins had gone missing either. How could this Bruce, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, look exactly like Young Master Bruce?
After sitting down opposite him, Alfred studied Bruce closely once more. He found that, if he looked carefully enough, he could still spot some subtle differences.
For instance, this Bruce was slightly thinner, especially around the neck and shoulders. His muscles were not as bulky as those of the Bruce Alfred knew. His eyes were bluer as well, and most importantly, his expressions were more vivid and his demeanor more lively, making him seem younger than the Bruce Alfred knew.
Alfred had served in the British Navy in his youth, and he could judge a person's approximate age from their bones. He believed that the Bruce before him was exactly the same age as the Bruce sleeping upstairs, at the same stage of growth and development. Therefore, the difference in apparent age must have come from the difference in temperament.
Alfred narrowed his eyes. Of course he knew why Bruce Wayne seemed so gloomy. A child who had lost his parents at a young age and spent half his life in loneliness and despair—how could he possibly remain cheerful?
So if this Bruce really had come from another universe, as he claimed, why