The rise of comics

The sudden change caused Bruce to fall into a moment of sluggishness.

But he quickly reacted and suddenly shook his head and looked around, and found that he seemed to have arrived at a vast and endless brown plain. In the distance were rugged hills, and strange rocks were inserted into the ground in disorder, as if the entire Bruce Wayne is the only one left in the world.

"What is this place?"

Muttering to himself, Bruce raised his hands, and at the same time unexpectedly discovered that the bat suit he was wearing disappeared and was replaced by a pure white cloth robe as white as clouds, which made him subconsciously touch himself. of the head.

Fortunately, the hair is still there.

"Young man, you are very interesting. But in front of the Ten Commandments Mountain, it is the place closest to heaven. You can think that this is the realm of God, not the land of Buddha."

A voice suddenly appeared, with a somewhat old tone, but it sounded very kind.

"who are you?"

Bruce was wary.

"I see amazing qualities in your heart. But this alone is not enough. Young man, only by passing the Ten Commandments Mountain can you control the power of the saint. Otherwise, not only will you be burned to ashes by the holy flame, So will your friends."

That voice made Bruce feel as if his heart was moving. He looked intently at the mountain in front of him like a divine peak. Suddenly, he seemed to see the dead shooter Floyd halfway up the mountain, struggling in a mud swamp. In the midst of it, he even raised his arms to the sky, about to fall completely into it.

"This is just an illusion, right?"

"You can think so, but what is reality and what is illusion? You know that vision can deceive people, but the heart cannot. Young man, go ahead. I believe you will find the answer."

When the slightly old and gentle voice fell, Bruce realized that he seemed to be halfway up the mountain in an instant.

Ahead was a lush and green forest. He turned around and looked down at the land in the distance. Countless hazy white mist seemed to rise on the horizon, obscuring his sight towards the end. When he retracted his eyes, Bruce's pupils suddenly flashed slightly. Shrinking, because he found that there was no one in front of him, and in the shadow of a forest a few meters away, there stood a man in a purple slim-fitting suit.

"Yo. Bruce."

The man smiled and greeted him.Or maybe the horrific cleft lip wound on his face made him look like he was smiling forever.

The man had short, dyed green hair and a slicked back hair that looked meticulous. A pair of pale green eyes stared at Bruce on his pale face. The words he spoke were both complaining and hiding. A malicious sarcasm.

"My dear Batman, you want to save the world again. But you don't understand what you are doing. If you release the vampires in the graves, the tragedy of the once metropolis will be the future of London. , isn’t it?”

"I know what I'm doing and I'm not going to let that happen."

Bruce replied calmly.

"Oh! Yes, the great Batman will always do things perfectly. I know you still have a trump card, but when you mess up, you will pay the price for your stupidity. Uh no Should I say stupid, arrogant? No, no, no, that’s not right either, oh, I thought of a word.”

The expression on the clown's face changed rapidly, one moment he was distressed, and the next he seemed happy again.

"Innocent."

He said as if talking to himself.

"That's right. You are always so naive, so naive that it makes people want to vomit, but also makes people feel funny, hahahaha."

He shook his head, suddenly showing a fierce look on his face, and took out a sharp knife with a cold light from his waist with a clatter. Before he could finish his words, Bruce only saw a figure flashing in front of him, and the knife pointed at it. The sense of crisis caused his forehead to tingle slightly, and he rolled sideways without thinking, narrowly escaping the fatal stabbing attack.

"Ah, don't hide. Let me trim you a little. I promise, you will look more like a 'bat'."

The clown stood where Bruce had been standing, grinned ferociously, and the terrible wound on his face trembled slightly, and stabbed Bruce's chest with another sharp knife.

Frowning slightly, Bruce Wayne exerted force on his waist and abdomen, hitting the clown's knife-wielding wrist with his fists like cannonballs, trying to knock the knife off, but what he didn't expect was that the opponent's movements suddenly accelerated, and he seemed to be in a trance. He brought out an afterimage, dodged Bruce's counterattack, and slashed his shoulder with a knife. Bright red blood immediately splashed out. Bruce grunted, slid back, and distanced himself from the clown.

"What's wrong, is this what you are capable of? Is this all Batman is capable of?"

The clown lowered his head and looked at the blood-stained dagger, and the smile on his face seemed to become more joyful.

""

Bruce turned his head sideways, glanced at the shocking scratch on his shoulder, and then looked at the clown who was laughing crazily. Without saying a word, he rushed forward to fight with the clown again.

The two of them went back and forth, the wind of fists and swords blowing wildly, accompanied by the clown's crazy laughter.

As the world's top martial arts master, Bruce's every move can be regarded as the most advanced fighting technique, and the wound on his shoulder did not affect his performance at all. But even so, what was not good about the situation was that he actually Still gradually fell behind.

The clown in front of him was as if he had taken some medicine. Not only did he have extremely superb fighting skills, but his strength and agility were even more amazing. Bruce had gone all out, but the opponent was still able to do it with ease, not only because of his speed, but also his strength and agility. It was so fast that it was difficult for Bruce to keep up, and the force of the collision of each other's arms made it difficult for him to resist.

Soon, there were several more bloody wounds on his body, which even stained the white robe on his body red.

But the strange thing is that although the blood stained on the white robe is red, within a moment, these red blood stains turn into black. It looks like the white robe is gradually changing into black.

"Oh! Batman, do you see that you only have so much ability? It really disappoints me. Take off those clothes and what are you?"

The clown tilted his head and easily dodged Bruce's punch, and then pushed forward with his left hand. With Bruce's slightly stunned look on his face, the short knife in his hand was completely buried in Bruce's belly.

"Don't put on such a serious expression. You should be like me and smile more."

The clown lowered his head and glanced at his masterpiece. He let go of the hand holding the dagger with a 'Uh-oh' sound, took two steps back, and spread his hands with a helpless look on his face.Of course, coupled with his face that always looked like he was smiling, this look was really weird.

""

Bruce also lowered his head. He looked at the short blade with only the hilt exposed on his belly. The red blood spread crazily, and soon turned into black, gradually covering the entire white robe. Dyeed into a pitch-black ink-like color.

"So what are you doing standing there? Shouldn't you fall down?"

The clown was a little confused.

"I've been to a lot of places. Traveled around the world trying to understand the mind of sin and overcome the fears that I had."

Bruce ignored the clown's question. He raised his head and stared at him. It was like whispering to himself, but also like a firm declaration.

"But I finally learned that sin is not complicated. And fear itself cannot be overcome. Because what I am really afraid of is my own heart. I am afraid of my own power. I am afraid of my own anger...even if that will drive you Do something great or terrible. Now, you have to overcome the fear within you. Be prepared to overcome fear by becoming the fear itself."

"What the hell are you talking about??"

The clown's eyes showed an icy coldness this time. He rushed forward with murderous intent, as if he wanted to break Bruce's neck directly.

But as the black cloak rose in the wind, an arm wearing black armor firmly grasped his seemingly slender wrist.

"What I'm saying is, you're not the Joker at all, are you, 'Bruce Wayne'."

The voice was so low that it was almost hoarse. The clown looked at him in shock. The person in front of him was none other than the Dark Knight wearing a standard Batman uniform, who was watching him calmly.

"Now, it's time to overcome the darkness."

Before Batman finished speaking, he slammed his shoulder into the Joker's body. Then, before the other party could react, he launched a killer over-the-shoulder throw that sent the Joker flying into the air, and smashed him with a loud bang. On the ground, the huge impact instantly caused blood to seep out of the clown's entire facial features.

"Uh! Ahem!"

The clown's eyes widened and his face seemed to become paler, but he did not beg for mercy or continue to say anything else. Instead, he laughed crazier than before, and even his voice was hoarse. Lost his accent.

He just lay on the ground like this. After struggling twice to no avail, he seemed to give up and get up.

"Bruce, you are not a clown."

The ground beneath him suddenly began to become strangely soft, and gradually formed a swamp-like terrain, like a swallowing abyss, gradually pulling the 'Joker' into the endless darkness.

And at the last moment before he disappeared, Batman, who was watching all this, saw no longer the face of the Joker, but the distorted Bruce Wayne. Although he was wearing clown-like makeup, he was there. Under the pale and terrifying makeup, that face, no matter how you look at it, is undoubtedly that of Bruce Wayne.

He just stared at himself until he completely disappeared and was swallowed up by the swamp, without saying a word.

""

After standing there in silence for a while, Batman raised his head and looked at the hillside further up.

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"Batman, Batman?"

Some anxious calls gradually brought Bruce's consciousness back to consciousness. He struggled to open his eyes. In the blurry image, his vision gradually became clearer.

"I am fine."

After a few seconds, he could fully see who the person in front of him was.

It was Floyd, Deadshot holding his arms and shaking his body.

With a low cough, Bruce raised his arm, stopped Floyd's behavior, pushed him aside and slowly stood up.

"Tch. How come you're not dead?"

Boomerang Captain George on one side crossed his arms over his chest, looking disgusted, and muttered softly.

"It's okay, Little Bat. Just like Floyd, you were burning with huge golden flames all over your body! It scared us all."

Harley Quinn came forward, curious and wanted to touch Bruce's body, but he stopped her.

"I didn't expect you to be able to withstand the punishment of the 'Shroud of Moses'. Congratulations, Batman, you are qualified to be allowed to borrow the power of the saint."

The instigator, Constantine, came over with a strange look on his face, but Freud grabbed the collar on his chest.

"You bastard, how dare you plot against us!"

This time, Floyd was really angry. If Batman hadn't 'saved' him just now, he would probably be nothing but a puddle of ashes now.Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. After so many years of licking blood from the edge of a knife, it can be said that he has never been so close to death like this time. Although he is a top killer and master assassin, this does not mean that he has never been so close to death. He is not afraid of death. On the contrary, it is precisely because he also retains a fear of death that he is willing to be Amanda Waller's lackey and wants to reduce his sentence and leave this hellish place. But just now, because of Constantine's The rag caused him to almost die here. Seeing Constantine's 'innocent' expression, he really wanted to twist the bastard's head off.

"Hey, hey, I told you, you definitely can't withstand the power of the 'Moses Commandments'. You didn't believe me just now. What can I do? Don't you yourself know how you failed in 'that world'? You You are a killer. You can't bear your own darkness, so you will be judged by the Holy Flame. But there is someone much stronger than you. He has resisted the dark side of his heart and is qualified to be allowed to borrow the power of the saint. .”

Constantine responded teasingly with an expression as if he was a dead pig not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.After saying that, he glanced at Bruce again.

""

Deadshot's face was ugly and scary. He came over for a long time before pushing Constantine out. He glanced at Bruce who was silent and looked at Constantine again with suppressed anger in his voice.

"Take us to the underground mausoleum. This time, if you try any tricks again, I guarantee that your head will not see the moon tonight."