Bruce the Junior Student

"I really am your father! Your mother really is the Joker!"

"Why won't you believe me?!"

Thomas was utterly helpless as Bruce attacked him like a madman.

He was clearly telling nothing but the truth, yet Bruce refused to believe him.

"Shut up!"

Bruce let out a low growl, his voice overflowing with rage.

Not only was this impostor pretending to be his father, but he was insulting his mother right in front of him.

This was going too far!

The two Batmen fought fiercely, dull thuds of fists striking flesh and sharp clacks of armor colliding mixing with their heavy breaths as the entire room descended into chaos.

One was trying to drag his son back from this road of no return, while the other was trying to save his family. Neither was willing to give an inch.

Thomas had never been a patient man to begin with. Seeing Bruce stubbornly refuse to believe him, his temper flared as well.

He was not good with words, but he knew a little hand-to-hand combat. Punch after punch landed on Bruce's face as he forced him to call him Dad.

Bruce refused to be outdone and immediately launched a verbal counterattack, demanding instead that Thomas acknowledge him as his son.

He had keenly noticed that whenever he said something like that, the impostor's emotions visibly fluctuated, exposing openings. In battle, that was undoubtedly a fatal weakness.

As a tactical master, Bruce excelled most at exploiting his opponent's weaknesses. He immediately seized on that point and began unloading with his mouth.

In order to end the fight quickly, he no longer cared about manners. He said whatever was the nastiest.

Perhaps because he had spent too much time around Du Mu, Bruce had been influenced somewhat. His tongue was as tough as