American Comics: Beginning with Luke the Maker

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"You're in a very depressed mood. Are you still blaming yourself?" Martian Manhunter Jones looked at Bruce Wayne, who had been standing silently by the surveillance screen for a long time, stepped forward and patted his shoulder gently.

"No, I'm just thinking about the ending of the matter." Bruce didn't look back, his face was intertwined with light and shadow in the light and shadow of the screen in front of him, and his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

"Then are you still upset that they didn't take us there? In fact, although it may hurt your self-esteem to say this, I think they may not need our help." Jones spread his hands.He didn't want to admit it, but that might be the case. In the past, they could only become a burden and a breaking point.

"After all, I caused the big trouble this time." Bruce was silent for a moment, then spoke with difficulty.

"Your original intention is also to better protect the world, isn't it? We have all experienced the disaster caused by Thanos. Although the ending was good, everything returned to normal, and even the civilization of this planet was still alive. There has been great and gratifying development, but we cannot forget those pains. So I understand your approach, you are just a little bit alone." Jones comforted: "We are a team, a team that has saved the world together, I like you Understand that sometimes it is better to communicate with others and discuss some things than to make decisions alone and bear all the burdens."

"Thank you." Bruce thanked him gently.

"You're welcome. They will help solve this trouble, and what we need is just the safety of this world, right?" Jones thought he had found the tangle in Bruce's heart, and he did feel Bruce's tightness. My mind relaxed after hearing his words.He does have the ability to spy on people's brain memories and judge people's lies, but he does not want to use this ability on his partners, and Bruce and others also have their own methods to block and interfere with this detection.

"I want to be alone for a while." Bruce finally turned around, faced Jones's eyes with his slightly smiling face, and asked in a low voice.

"No problem." Jones spread his hands, "If necessary, I will be happy to help you out again. After all, this opportunity may be difficult to come by again in the future."

After Jones finished speaking, he said goodbye to Bruce and left him alone in the surveillance room.

Seeing the door close, the smile on Bruce's face disappeared little by little, and his face was once again hidden under the mixed light of light and dark, coated with a layer of shadow.

Obviously, Jones didn't convince him, or he was comforted and persuaded. It was just Bruce deliberately pretending to make Jones leave.Now that he was the only one left in the room, the confusion and suffering in his heart emerged vigorously again.

"Why are you so confused?"

An unexpected voice suddenly sounded in Bruce's mind, as if his thoughts automatically split into a consciousness and communicated with him in his brain.

Bruce didn't show any surprise at this, as if he already knew the existence of this consciousness. His face was calm, and he listened calmly to the chatter of the voice in his mind.

This was not the first time he heard this voice. In fact, this voice had appeared before he knew how long ago. However, it was still very immature at the time, like a rebellious thought that would suddenly appear occasionally. .But in the past year, it has appeared more frequently, so frequently that it has evolved from an idea into a consciousness with its own ideas and concepts.

When he realized that there was an extra consciousness in his mind, or his own Bruce, he immediately thought that he had symptoms of schizophrenia. For this reason, he also used the psychology he studied to heal himself.But the effect is not obvious.This voice will appear from time to time now, expressing some opinions that are very deviant and even absurd in Bruce's opinion.Those words and psychology made Bruce see a familiar criminal template in a trance.

clown!

Yes, it's the same absurdity. There is no so-called justice and evil. You can do whatever you want without logic or scruples.It's just that the clown has the power to carry it out, and this idea can only chatter in his mind, tempting him to give him control of his body.

When the other person is not going crazy, his language is still very seductive. With Bruce's tough mental state, sometimes he feels that his words are extremely inflammatory.

"I know what you want to do, and you also know what I want to do. Why don't we just get together? You don't have to be so wary of me, I am you, you are me. Although I am a bastard, dark, cunning, without morals and bottom line , but I am at least for your own good, and I am making suggestions for your ideals. If you didn’t need me, how could I appear? You created me, wasn’t it just so that I can help you? "

Demonic words sounded in Bruce's mind, as if the clown had lived in his head, desperately trying to combine with his consciousness to see what the difference in brain structure between the two parties was, so that this kind of connection could occur. Very similar, yet extremely contrasting.

"I created you?" Bruce closed his eyes and communicated with the other person in his mind.In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the two Bruces stood face to face, and each other could see the subtle expressions on each other's faces.

"Isn't it? Because you need me, that's why my personality appears. Haven't you noticed? I can communicate with you frequently for a long time now, and in the near future, I will also be able to control your body. After all, He is yours and mine." Another personality smiled darkly.

"You are not a split personality created by me, I am sure of this." Bruce's sudden words caused the other personality consciousness to stop laughing. At this moment, Bruce seemed to be able to clearly perceive that consciousness. The shock and cold emotions revealed by the body.

"You don't have to lie to me. I wouldn't draw such a conclusion without enough knowledge and assurance." Bruce spoke again without waiting for the other personality to reply.

"But you can't deny that you are me and I am you." After the other personality was silent, it resumed its crazy clown-like smile.

"I never deny that," Bruce said.

"Then what do you think I am?" The personality consciousness seemed to have guessed the answer, but still asked Bruce with a smile.

"I know the existence of the multiverse, and I also know that we from different universes may intersect. I don't know what happened in your universe to cause you to be distorted into what you are now, and I don't know how you came here. This universe lives in my brain, but it does not prevent me from saying hello to myself in another world now!"

In the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, the smile on Bruce's face gradually became crazier and more obvious, and he gradually greeted the personality consciousness that developed into a maniacal laugh. (End of chapter)