A Thief in the House Is Hard to Guard Against

"Observer effect? You mean... Barry Allen's mother was still alive?"

Bruce Wayne truly deserved to be called one of the smartest people in the world, and one of the best at logical deduction. His eyes lit up slightly as he guessed the correct answer almost instantly.

The fact that he had been unable to find any information related to Raymond had previously made him feel as though Raymond had appeared out of nowhere.

That happened to confirm his identity as an "outsider."

And only an outsider could become an observer outside the box, allowing a person, object, or event to exist in a quantum superposition with multiple possibilities.

Raymond nodded approvingly. "That's right. Just as you guessed. I made Noura exist in a state between life and death, then gradually separated two timelines that had originally been tightly intertwined, forming independent parallel worlds."

"Then what about Barry Allen and everyone else witnessing his mother's death? Especially the surveillance footage submitted to the court as evidence?"

Bruce Wayne raised another question that puzzled him.

After all, it had not been one or two witnesses, but a whole crowd of people.

"It was simple. A little illusion magic realistic enough to fool people was all it took. It was even easier than you imagined."

Raymond suddenly raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

Snap!

In an instant!

The surroundings changed from the living room of Wayne Manor into an alley in Gotham City from decades ago.

Bruce Wayne himself had also transformed from a middle-aged man into his childhood self, while the people holding his hands were unmistakably his biological parents.

Moreover, this road felt incomparably familiar to him, as though it had been carved deep into his memories. Even if he developed dementia in old age, he would never forget it.