American comics: Because I am Batman

It's night, the night is low and everything is quiet.

This was the most deserted time of Stark Industries. The offices in the building were empty. Security guard Tom, who had just finished inspecting the building, took a sip of water from the thermos bottle.

He felt his throat was a little dry.

Maybe it's the recent haunting rumors in Stark Industries that scare this fat guy who weighs two hundred pounds?

That night, the Dark Knight stepped into Stark Industries.

Tom walked under his feet, unaware that there was a person standing on the beam above his head.

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A dark knight.

"Snow, have you found ACP-226?"

He was talking about the ACP-226 production line.

It is stored in Stark Tower, a building that cannot be connected to the production line at first glance.

This isn't too surprising.

Stark Industries is a skyscraper, and it was designed by the genius Tony Stark himself.

Can you believe there is a tank production line on the 26th floor of Stark Tower?

Although it is now closed.

Before coming to Stark Industries, Batman had already found several Stark employees who had worked with Obadiah before and asked them.

They have vomited everything they knew.

Batman is sure.

"Master Wayne, I can only suggest that you investigate from the 53rd floor to the 70th floor, and I will help you remove some of his security facilities.

But I can't do anything about where it is. I'm sorry, but the building designed by this guy Tony is indeed unusual. "

Batman touched the position of his ears on his mask, raised his head and looked up at the dark ceiling with his white eyes.

Echolocation works, but it can't penetrate walls.

You must know that this echolocation device is the result of the efforts of hundreds of engineers at Wayne Industries. If this was an ordinary place, Batman would have seen it clearly.

"He is indeed a genius!"

I don't know whether it was emotion or irony, but Batman deactivated echolocation. He still couldn't get used to the world composed of black background and white lines.

He's not a real bat.

"Then it will be all your hard work, Master Wayne."

"got used to!"

He has done this kind of thing sneaking in many times, and he is already very skilled and experienced.

"This is inside Stark Industries. If I want to destroy the entire ACP-226 production line, I need to investigate from the rd floor to the th floor.

This is not an easy task. If I use a bat drone, it can save me a lot of effort.

But will the walls of Stark Industries block the drone's signal? "

Now that we have arrived at Stark Industries, there is no need to ask Snow to investigate, which is too troublesome.

He took out a small gadget from his belt that was the size of a CD but as thick as the palm of his hand.

After Batman flipped a certain switch, this thing bounced out like a stone shot from a slingshot.

The drone deformed in the air, resembling a bat, then hit the wall and fell down.

"..."

Batman's two white eyes, one big and one small, perfectly express his mood.

After turning around and finding no one around, Batman opened his cape, slowly fell to the ground, and picked up the Bat-Drone.

"Snapped!"

The Bat-Drone hit the ceiling and fell crookedly.

"Um……"

Batman walked up, crushed the Bat-Drone with his foot, and swept all the pieces into the sewer.

"It was you who asked the Bat Drone to be made like this, it has nothing to do with me!"

Xue's words in the earphones made Batman's mouth twitch, and he pressed his hand on the Bat mask again: "This is the inside of Stark Industries. If I want to destroy the ACP-226 production line hidden here, I must start from Five Check from the th floor to the th floor.

This is not an easy task, because I don’t have a bat drone, so I have to go and check it out in person, layer by layer!

I plan to hide in the vents on each floor, and then use echolocation and EMP batarangs to observe the situation on this floor. "

After saying that, Batman put down his hand and added to himself: "This is much more reliable than any bat drone."

Just as he was told, Batman shot out the bat hook, pulled himself into the vent, and climbed up by relying on the spikes of the gauntlet.

This looks very funny, like a toad.

Fortunately, there won't be any monitors here to watch him.

"Fifty-third floor..."

Looking down through the vent, Batman panted slightly, but this little movement was not enough to let Batman rest.

He turned on his echolocation, also opened the iron grating of the vent, and threw out the EMP batarang.

At the same time, the snow in the Batcave also cut off the security system inside Stark Industries.

Everything went smoothly. Batman completed the inspection of the fifty-third floor of Stark Tower in just two minutes and found no target.

However, just when Batman pressed his mask and said, "No target found, now go to the next level," Tony heard the sound of the siren in Stark's villa.

He stopped what he was doing and asked Jarvis: "Jarvis? What happened?"

Jarvis was silent for a while and answered truthfully: "Someone has infiltrated Stark Industries!"

Tony immediately knew who it was: "Yeah, I know! I should have known it a long time ago!"

That's right, Jarvis! After a while, you inform Pepper and ask her to thoroughly investigate the internals of Stark Industries and any production lines with the ACP inscription!

Not one left!

Also, let my ‘little friends’ get moving, go look through my pile of rags, and destroy them all! "

This time Jarvis answered quickly: "Yes, sir!"

He stood up, lowered his head, and looked at the information on his computer about his past inventions.

He looked away again and looked at his bucket list.

The first line is "Justice."

The second line simply says "eliminate".

"Sin comes back and writes again!"

Tony said to himself, and then opened his collar in front of the mirror.

The ferocious poison on the skin makes people shudder.

"Well, there's still some time... give me some more time!"

Tony's whisper echoed in the dim hall.

Then, Iron Man jumped into the air and roared towards the sky from the villa.

Iron Man enjoys the feeling of flying very much. This feeling of being condescending and looking down on all living beings makes him very happy.

This was also the only way he could relax his tense nerves during this period of time.

This feeling, as if his soul had been sublimated and his whole soul was empty, made him want to stop.

This feeling was completely destroyed when he saw Batman scribbling in Stark Industries.

"Hey!"

Without saying a word, he shot up and knocked Batman backwards, and Iron Man rushed into Stark Industries.

"Didn't your parents teach you not to scribble on other people's places?"

Holding the wound on his abdomen, Batman quickly took out the spray and sprayed it a few times.

Then, he stood up and looked at Iron Man who was directly opposite him, raising his palm cannon and aiming at him.

"Master Wayne, do you have a Plan B? For example, to kill this guy?"

"Humph, I want one too!"

Two figures, one black and one red, were confronting each other.

The white moonlight poured in from the broken glass window of Iron Man and draped over his body, making him look sacred and inviolable.

On the other side of the moonlight, a dark figure was hidden in the darkness, as if he had merged with the darkness.

"You want to stop me from destroying this place?"

The two stared at the blue eyes for a while, and finally the darkness asked the light.

Iron Man took a step back, startled by the anger in Batman's voice.

For the first time, he felt the fear that New York City criminals felt when facing Batman.

A bone-deep fear.

Originally, Iron Man had no psychological burden when confronting Batman, but when Tony knew the consequences of his previous invention...

"Ahem, I want to tell you something!"

Raising the palm cannon again, Iron Man said to Batman in a serious tone: "Steel doesn't bleed, only humans do!"

After that, he fired the palm cannon without hesitation.

He is afraid, he is afraid that he will be scared by Batman, he is afraid that he will be defeated by the nightmare because of fear.

The little girl's nightmare haunted Tony and weighed on him, causing him to wake up from nightmares every night.

Batman jumped away without hesitation, but the palm cannon still grazed his cape, and maybe he wouldn't be able to glide again tonight.

Taking advantage of the situation, he shot several batarangs at Iron Man. Batman didn't take a fancy to him and threw a few smoke bombs on the ground.

Several batarangs did hit Iron Man, but they were deflected, fell to the ground, and exploded.

"Jarvis, heat visible!"

As soon as Heat took a look, Iron Man discovered that the vague shadow of Batman in the smoke was completely fake.

The real Batman——

On his head!

Without even raising his head, Iron Man just raised his hand and fired the palm cannon above himself.

Batman let out a cry of pain, then fell to the ground, rolled around twice, covered his waist and groaned.

"From today on, if the bat dies, bury your bat. This is my last mercy!"

Walking up to Batman, Iron Man kicked the detonator out of his hand, crushed it with his foot, and spoke to him condescendingly.

"You... um..."

I wanted to ask Iron Man if he must stop him from destroying the ACP-226 production line, but the pain in his body prevented Batman from asking.

Iron Man doesn't care about Batman, he knows that this guy must have a way to go back, and...

He was in no less pain than Batman, and the intervals between episodes of palladium poisoning were getting shorter and shorter.

He now completely relies on the steel armor to support himself, otherwise he would not look much better than Batman.

No longer paying attention to Batman, Iron Man let Jarvis take over the steel suit and flew towards his home.

Watching Iron Man leave with his whole body trembling and turning into a small dot in the sky, Batman gritted his teeth and said, "You will bleed! I swear!"

Batman drove the Batmobile, angrily returned to the Batcave, took off the Bat hood, and threw it to the ground.

Snow was not like wind, just like Wayne's mother, but she couldn't help but close her eyes when she saw the scars on Wayne's bat suit.

"I'll get you some bandages and medicine!"

Wayne did not respond to Snow, but pursed his lips, walked to the Batcomputer, and clicked on a folder.

Inside are the blueprints for the Bat-powered armor.

"I'm so stupid, really!"

In all his years as Batman, how many good people have he seen turn bad?

By now, there are too many things to count.

He actually made constant concessions to Tony Stark and gave him a certain amount of trust because of the image he created through a series of movies.

The Tony of this world doesn’t even look like Robert Downey Jr.!

Iron Man deliberately wanted to keep ACP-226, and he knew all this.

This seed of doubt was buried deep in Wayne's heart, took root, sprouted, and quickly grew into a towering tree.

This is not the MCU world, this is a multiverse, and here, Tony Stark is a bad guy.

This thought also lingered in Wayne's mind.

He really wanted to calm down his brain and think about Robin's words and Feng's words.

But he couldn't.

He overheated to the point of burning out his anger, swallowing up the last bits of sanity he had.

When Snow arrived at the Batcave with a worried look on his face, Wayne was nowhere to be seen.

The two looked at each other, then looked at the Batcomputer.

Displayed above is the design drawing of Batman's power armor.

"Master! Run! Master! Madam! This is Master Wayne!"

Uncle Fu's urgent voice echoed in Wayne's mind, which made his heart feel as if it was grabbed by a hand.

"Master! Stop! This is Master Wayne! He is your son!"

A bitter pain surged into his heart, and compared to his scarred body, this pain was even more unbearable.

"boom!"

Wayne knelt down in front of Uncle Fu's tombstone and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

The tombstones were gathering dust.

"Ten years -"

Wayne said slowly: "I have forgotten how I got through these ten years."

If Uncle Fu was still here, he might salute Wayne and then say, "Thank you for your hard work these past seven years, Master Wayne."

Seven years.

Seven years indeed.

Ten years ago, Uncle Fu saved Wayne from his crazy parents.

Seven years ago, no one could save Uncle Fu from the crazy Wayne.

Batman also appeared seven years ago.

Wayne Manor burned down, also seven years ago.

In this world, Batman's origin is not Crime Alley.

Not the Waynes who go in with six legs and come out with two legs.

Not a poor helpless eight-year-old boy facing crime and the fear and anger of his own parents' death.

It comes from revenge.

It stems from Wayne's obsession with revenge.

It stems from the anger of a madman who once went crazy and killed his last relative.

Anger at the world.

Wayne stood up.

"I am revenge, I am the night, I am..."

He didn't say the last three words. He felt that he was no longer worthy of Batman.

He wants to kill!