The Frail Superman

"It's impossible—" Batman swallowed. "Who are you? Clayface? Why are you disguising yourself as Doctor Thomas?"

"I am Thomas Wayne." Thomas said, "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be me?"

"Impossible. Everyone knows that the Waynes died in Crime Alley that night, leaving only Bruce Wayne alive." Batman's gaze was extremely fierce.

"Bruce? Bruce is already dead. I saw him die with my own eyes!" Thomas was enraged as well. "What exactly are you talking about?"

A few minutes later, Batman found the news report from Crime Alley. It did indeed state that Bruce Wayne had died in the incident.

"So the Speed Force brought me to another world?" Batman took a deep breath. "And the one who died in Crime Alley in this world... was me?"

"Why, you son of a madman, you're saying—oh my God—" Thomas stared at Bruce as he removed his mask, suddenly at a loss for words.

"Father." Bruce's voice trembled.

"I never thought I'd have the chance to hear you call me Dad again in this lifetime." Thomas touched Bruce's face and examined him carefully. "My greatest regret has always been that I never got to see you grow into a strong, upright man with my own eyes. But I knew you would."

While the father and son were talking, Bruce suddenly put on his mask and stood up. A Batarang shot behind him, skimming past the side of a woman in a red-and-gold Suit wearing sunglasses.

"Who are you?" Bruce said coldly.

"She's Youyou, Harley Quinn, one of Joker's subordinates." Thomas said coldly. "I haven't even come after you yet, and you dared to come here looking for me."

"Heh heh... isn't that exactly what you wanted?" Youyou laughed. "Come and chase me."

"No need." Bruce flicked his finger. An invisible