American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

"Bang" a gunshot sounded, accompanied by the sound of broken glass, and the screams of the clerk came out. Peter hurriedly hid Gwen to the corner of the alley. The two saw the other side of the street, several The masked gunman was walking into a jewelry store. Gwen covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "God, call the police!"

"Wait..." Gwen pulled Peter, pointed to the other side and said, "The clerk was injured, he was scratched by the glass fragment and the artery..."

With Peter's eyesight, of course he had already seen that the explosion just now affected two shop assistants, one of whom was clutching his neck, and a lot of blood spilled from his neck.

"He may not wait for the ambulance, he will die!" Gwen patted the wall anxiously, and Peter put down his bag and said, "Wait for me, Gwen."

"Wait! What are you doing?" Gwen grabbed Peter and said, "They have guns and bombs, are you crazy?"

Peter looked back at the scene there. In the jewelry store, the robber was going to blow up the jewelry counter with a detonator. One of the clerks was also shot while fleeing.

"I have to go save people."

"but……"

Gwen didn't hold Peter, she saw that before Peter left, he showed a somewhat complicated expression.

She saw Peter run towards the end of the alley and then disappear from her sight.

Gwen slammed the wall angrily, but the riot over there became more and more serious, and the stream of people wrapped her and ran out. Just as Gwen turned her head, a figure swayed between the tall buildings - it was Spider-Man .

Gwen suddenly understood something, then opened her mouth wide and looked at Spider-Man on the ground. She felt her arms were shaking, but she still tried her best to cover her mouth with her hand.

As the crowd ran further into the alley, Gwen stopped, hesitated for a moment, went against the flow of people, and walked back in the direction from which they came.

Stopping next to a car, she saw that Spider-Man knocked down a robber with one punch, then rolled on the spot, dodging the bullet, Gwen watched the bullet fly past Spider-Man's body, and for a split second , she felt her heart tightened.

Gwen tried to cover his mouth with his trembling arms to prevent the screams from coming out. Spider-Man skillfully cleared the two robbers, but one of the robbers ran back to the car and took down a firepower. The fierce semi-automatic weapon started to shoot at Spider-Man.

Spider-Man's reaction was extremely fast, he jumped behind the counter, used the counter as a cover, and then a spider silk sprayed on the face of the robber who shot him, blinding him, then jumped out and knocked him down with a punch .

After all four robbers were brought down, Spider-Man walked over to the badly injured clerk and glued his wound with spider silk.

The sirens of the police car and the ambulance sounded at the same time, and when Peter got to the middle of the road, he saw Gwen standing behind a car watching him.

Gwen's eyes were red, but he stared straight at Spider-Man, as if trying to find something out of him.

Peter stood in the middle of the road, the strong sunlight shone on him, he clenched his fists, as if he had made a decision that took a lot of courage, then, he sprinted in place, hugged Gwen, a spider silk Launched to a high-rise building and swayed.

In the shining sun, Peter carried Gwen through the high-rise buildings on the streets of Hollywood, like a tunnel through time and space, to the set of those fantasy blockbusters, Gwen's hair was blowing in the wind, and the people and cars on the road seemed Incredibly small.

Spider-Man took her to the top of the tallest building. When the two landed, Gwen involuntarily reached out to touch Spider-Man's mask. Peter also extended a hand to cover Gwen's mask. His hand, then, stretched to his forehead, and pulled off the mask.

The light froze, time stood still, Peter's hair fluttered in the sunlight and turned into thin golden threads, while the surrounding dust played the music even louder, just like a magnificent scene after another in the city. As in adventure.

In the silent symphony, Peter, wearing a spider suit, hugged Gwen tightly.

Then, for the first time, he kissed Gwen, and in the dazzling sky, in the pure white, the two figures were rubbed into the light.

The light filtered through them, on the jewelry counter smashed in the jewelry store robbery, and a shiny gem fell to the ground, gleaming in the sunlight.

As the light dimmed, the brilliant brilliance of the gem turned into a mysterious and obscure shimmer, a whip flew over, and the slender tip rolled up the gem, Catwoman jumped onto the beam, and then hung upside down on the beam with the whip, Watching Batman walk into the jewelry store.

She smiled and waved at Batman and said, "Bye-"

Then she raised her body, made a flamboyant balance beam, ran along the beam, and finally jumped out the back door, with Batman chasing after her.

Under a huge full moon, the city turned into a silhouette, and two small figures jumped between tall buildings.

Batman's cape swayed back with the wind, and the resistance from it grabbed him like a dark hand, preventing him from moving forward.

The eyes under the mask were staring at the petite figure, and Batman didn't know whether he was chasing criminals, or chasing... love?

But he became more and more involved, and there was only that figure in his eyes. When he felt resistance coming from behind, he stretched his hand back, then tore off his cloak and grabbed it in his hand.

When jumping from the tall building, Batman hugged Catwoman, then grabbed the roof of the other building with a hook, and when they landed on the roof, the cape in Batman's hand rattled in the wind.

After a deep kiss of unknown meaning, Catwoman hugged him, put her ear to his chest and said, "Your heart is beating so fast."

"You too."

The wildness returned to Catwoman's brows, with a hint of playfulness and madness, as she stroked Batman's face with her hand and said, "Do you think I'd be in a dream like that?"

"Wear a beautiful long dress, listen to your compliments, dance and chat with you, Batman, don't be silly, that's not us..."

The crazy glow in her eyes made Batman even more fascinated, and Catwoman's voice was like the temptation of the devil, she said: "That life is good, that dream is really beautiful, but that's not us..."

"...you're crazy." As Batman spoke, the resonance of his chest spread along Catwoman's fingertips, and Catwoman leaned closer to him and said, "If you were someone else, I wouldn't mind having a dream like this at all, In my dream, I was a poor slum girl, and you were a rich man..."

"You gave me everything, money, gems, love, and you flooded me with the most luxurious jewels in the world, then took my hand, and we danced, kissed, and walked into the church until we entered the grave..."

Catwoman put her finger on Batman's chest and said, "But that's too ordinary."

Catwoman looked into Batman's eyes and said, "I'm crazy, I let this life go, but I must be a thief."

"Batman, Batman...but if I'm not crazy..."

"...how lonely would you be?"

Catwoman clearly felt that Batman's body stiffened, and he looked at Catwoman with mixed emotions in his eyes, as if some emotions suddenly poured out.

"If you're a weirdo who likes to dress up as a bat, then I'm a lunatic trying to turn myself into a cat, and we're a perfect match."

Catwoman let go of Batman's hand, broke free from his embrace, took a few steps back, and said, "Otherwise, who do you think we are?"

"If it's as shown in the movie, I should tell you at this time that no matter who you are, I love you, and then encourage you and give you courage..."

"Then you take off your mask to show me who you really are, to be honest with me, to say you love me, and to kiss me."

"But we're not making a movie..."

Catwoman's eyes were neither sad nor disappointed, but rather playful and relaxed. She said, "So I want to tell you, it doesn't matter whether you are a bat or not, it doesn't matter how many souls you have, I don't care."

"……why?"

"Because we're all lunatics, Batman...so we're not alone."

Batman looked at her intently, the light in Catwoman's eyes fascinated him, he almost lost his mind, shielding his brain's alarm, ignoring the intuitive warning, the bat's low voice echoed between the two: "You are true crazy……"

"...but me too."

He was answered with a kiss, a kiss from a cat.

In such a dark night, accompanied by a low and soothing nocturne, two lunatics and monsters embraced and exchanged their absurd and twisted love.

Like an old movie where black and white overlapped, the whitest light and the darkest night in two universes embraced their lovers.

Their fate seems absurd to each other like a movie, which is staged in turn over this city that has witnessed countless wonderful plots.

With a "click", the projector was turned on, and Schiller pulled out the old-fashioned video tape inside. After the black and white light and shadow disappeared, the two friends in time and space were all sleepy leaning on the sofa, and he was the only one still awake. on.

The films from the previous era are not exciting enough, the plots are old-fashioned, the pictures are simple, the techniques are not mysterious enough, and the scenes are not grand enough.

But in the morning light and sunset, Schiller stood in front of the projector and carefully put the two tapes back into different boxes.

When the "hum" of the projector stopped, the room was completely silent, and Schiller's sleepiness came over.

He walked to the window, where the alloy frame and the wood lattice overlapped in the dim light.

From the outside, there is only such a window with the light on, and the figure in the light is only a single shadow, which looks a bit lonely.

But the lights and shadows flashing behind him are amazingly lively, like a movie in which the countless fates of two universes are intertwined.

With a "click", the lights in the house went out. After the two universes said good night to each other, everything went silent, waiting for the next opening.

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