"My son and daughter. This is Mael. He was just born and is less than a day old. This is Annie. You held her when she was little."
Raymond naturally knew what the old bat was thinking, but he still made a simple introduction as casually as if they were chatting about everyday matters.
Because in his view, who was more suited than Bruce Wayne to explain the grand question of "the meaning of life"?
As Gotham's son, Bruce Wayne had an enviable family background, wealth, and generations of accumulated prestige.
His family history could even be traced back to the founding of the city, and they possessed unimaginable influence in both political and business circles.
To put it bluntly, in Gotham, even the President of the United States might not carry as much weight as the Wayne Family.
Under normal circumstances, Bruce Wayne's starting point was already the finish line that others could never reach in their entire lives.
Even more enviable was the fact that he had an almost perfect family—parents who loved each other and loved him just as deeply.
Normally, a favored son of heaven born with a Golden Key in his mouth should have had a smooth and effortless life.
Even if he encountered minor problems or troubles, he could easily solve them with money and the vast network of his family, then inherit everything from the Wayne Family and become one of the most influential figures in the country, even on Earth.
But Fate had played a cruel joke on him.
With two gunshots, the Waynes fell into pools of blood and died just like that.
Although the law guaranteed Bruce's inheritance rights to the Wayne Family's enormous fortune, the senior executives within the company, each harboring their own schemes, obviously would not take