What bad intentions could Batman have?.

"No time for you to play games!"

"No, this won't work. Absolutely no chance."

Billy felt like he was back in that night again.

The hazy mist, the squeaking tram making an unpleasant sound, and the roar of monsters coming from the window were like the deepest dream of every boy huddled in the quilt on a midsummer night.

then……

The confused boy opened the door of the carriage and saw the old wizard sitting high at the top of the hall.

His hair was like flowing seaweed, and he wore a linen robe. His staff rested on the crook of his right arm. He supported his head with one hand and looked at the boy in front of him carefully.

"People like you cannot shoulder heavy responsibilities."

He concluded this.

"My magic must have become weaker after recruiting a child."

"I'm not a kid anymore, and who the hell are you and what the hell is this place?"

Billy heard himself yell.

"This is my home, and you are only qualified to answer when asked. I am the last member of the Magic Council and the manager of the Eternal Stone Castle! This is the greatest magic castle in history!"

"Hey, listen, perverted old man, it's okay for you to deceive a 6-year-old child, but if you dare to take one step closer, I will beat you to the ground."

"Hmph! The search spell not only gave me a child, but also an uneducated one. I'd better get over with the scene."

Billy's pupils reflected the wizard's raised staff, with thunder and lightning entwining on it and penetrating his body: "Will this boy be the magic warrior I am looking for? Is this boy the most benevolent existence?"

Boom!

Billy saw himself lying on the ground. He heard the old wizard say: "Why does magic want me to waste my time on these imperfections? The evil has been released. God, forgive me, Black Adam is about to be free."

"What did you just do to me?" Billy raised his head and saw that the old wizard was bleeding from all his orifices while he was talking. On his already skinny head, a greenish-black color that only the dead could show gradually began to appear. .

Maggots appeared in his eye sockets and gnawed half of his face into bones in just a few seconds, but he still said as if he didn't notice anything:

"As I have done with so many others, I read your life in search of a perfect being. But you are as imperfect as the souls I have brought with me... No! More than imperfect, you It’s full of all five poisons!”

The haggard wizard grabbed Billy's collar: "You liar! Liar! You use the power I gave you to steal the banknotes from the bank cash dispenser? If a coward like you really sees Black Adam, , will only flee!"

"You don't have any good qualities in you. You stole my power with your sweet words!"

"Give me back my strength! Come back! You can't bear the burden at all! You are a waste, a villain who tells lies! I made the wrong choice!"

"what!!!"

Billy yelled and stood up. He held his head and fell to the ground with a clang. His hard head hit the table and slid out on the smooth floor.

He climbed up in embarrassment and saw his classmates and teachers looking at him.

"Ah, classmate Billy, are you feeling well?" He heard his teacher, Mr. Wilson, whispering to him on the podium.

If it had been a few weeks ago, this middle-aged man with a big belly would have been yelling loudly, or ridiculing him in a weird way for doing such "not a normal child" behavior in class.

But at this moment, his face, which was as wrinkled as poop, was filled with disgusting flattery and ingratiation. Instead of calling him "Billy", he might as well have called him "Daddy".

Mr. Wayne's funding of this school made all the teachers and students recognize Billy's status. In just a few weeks, Billy became the person who should not be messed with in the school, even if it was no longer the case. Acerbic teachers will become kind and lovable under the threat of money and power.

Even kind to the point of being disgusting.

Billy was not at all happy that he was receiving such preferential treatment.

If Mr. Wilson had cursed him with vicious words and made him angry, he might have insulted the other person directly without fear, but the way the other person wanted to lick the soles of his shoes now only made Billy feel scared.

This is not the treatment he deserves.

You see, he didn't think it was real at the time, he thought he just fell asleep on the train and had a weird dream.

He told the old wizard a lot of stories about how no one is perfect, and then the old wizard seemed to have lost his mind and said some strange words like "You have the fire of hope, you are the one I am waiting for." Then the gift of power was given to him in a daze, and he didn't even know what happened.

Then, the famous Mr. Bruce Wayne came to their school and directly used green money to eliminate more than 90% of the troubles in his life. All those people who troubled him, the rich man Mr. Blair and his three scoundrel sons whose leisure hobby was bullying others, and the acrimonious Principal Peach, all fell to pieces under the power of Mr. Bruce Wayne.

Billy knew something was wrong with his situation. Normal people should be happy when they find out that they have super powers and make super friends. Super friends can help you improve your life with just a few clicks of a finger, right?

But...Belgium often thinks about those who have pinned their hopes on him. They called him God and thought he could solve anything, but Billy knew that was not true. He was just a little boy, and a little boy with low moral standards. His first reaction after gaining superpowers was to steal. Bank's automated cash dispenser.

"I'm fine, Mr. Wilson."

Billy shook his head. He refused special care. He did not skip school or do anything unique and naughty. Instead, he went to class quietly and waited until school was over in the afternoon. Most of his classmates went to join clubs or went back directly. After returning home, Billy, who put away his textbooks, slowly picked up his schoolbag and came to the medical office.

The medical office is very large, and Billy arrived at the psychological clinic with some difficulty. There are many students inside who are reading quietly.

Billy knew that this clinic was also a venue for the psychology club.

He passed over the classmates and knocked on the door of a small consulting room at the end: "Dr. Fell, here I go again, uh..."

When Billy called Dr. Phil by his name, he didn't realize that "fell" actually sounded similar to the word "fear."

Just a little bit similar, neither more nor less, not enough to make people think of it.

"Diagnosis," then Billy heard Dr. Phil's voice coming from the small consulting room.

Warm, kind, and powerful.

"A little free diagnosis, Billy. There is no need to be ashamed of this. Modern people have always been under great mental stress."

The voice dispelled Billy's shyness in just a few words. The boy breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the door and saw Dr. Phil, who was tall and thin, sitting in the main seat.