Time Miko

In the dark alley, the scene that had been staged countless times in Batman's dreams once again appeared before Batman's eyes.

Familiar dialogues are still clearly engraved in my mind even in the most exhausted state.

A family of three walked from one end of the alley, the naughty words of the children, the caring and scolding of the mother, and the helpless laughter of the father intertwined.

But the next scene was so familiar to him that he couldn't be more familiar with it.

Soon, like all previous dreams, out of the shadows of the alley a... a Batman?

Bruce's already numb nerves suddenly sounded the alarm at this moment.

Batman walked towards a family of three, familiar movements, familiar behaviors, familiar bat marks, familiar...

The husband and wife fell in a pool of blood, and the child was crying helplessly.

Batman's figure has disappeared without a trace, and Bruce can even hear his heart beating wildly.

"Why were you born!"

The child cried and questioned Bruce.

"..I..."

When Bruce didn't know how to answer, he suddenly felt something grab his leg.

Looking down, he found that the woman who was supposed to be dead hugged his leg at some point, raised her blood-stained face and looked at Bruce:

"Why are you stubbornly walking down the alley?!"

The woman's voice echoed in the empty alley.

"If you hadn't insisted on walking this alley back then, nothing would have happened to us!"

The man lying not far away turned his head at an incredible angle, looked at Bruce and said.

"It's all your fault, Bruce!"

"I.."

Bruce took a few steps back, breaking free from the woman's restraints, trying to justify something.

"You aspired to be a Zorro, so you committed this murder!"

The woman's voice rang in his ears like a nightmare.

"..no.."

Bruce wants to deny it... but he knows better than anyone why he chose to be Batman in this extremely paranoid mode.

"Yes, you want to be a hero, and you need an opportunity"

The man's voice also sounded at this moment.

"...No... Dad..."

Bruce tried to retort, but something caught in his throat and he couldn't get the words out.

"That's it, Bruce, you can't fool yourself"

"You aspire to be a hero, a Zorro-like hero, and you make it all yourself"

"It's all your fault, Bruce!"

"It's your fault, it's all your fault!"

Bruce stared wide-eyed at the two bloody corpses crawling towards him, and kept saying "It's all your fault" in his ears

He knew that this was the result of the nerve gas, but even so, he couldn't regain control of his body and escape from here.

Yes, this is the most real thought in his heart, the real one makes him feel scared, and the real one makes him unable to face all this—"It's all my fault!"

In the end, the zombies of "Thomas" and "Martha" crawled in front of him. Just before they caught Bruce, the ground under Bruce's feet suddenly cracked, swallowing them all like a big mouth leading to another dimension.

When Bruce regained his senses, he found that "Thomas" and "Martha" had disappeared, but the scene in front of him made Bruce's heart fall into the ice cellar.

"Oh no...."

Bruce looked at the figure kneeling among the flames not far away.

He knew what he was about to face, no matter what kind of enemy he was facing, he didn't have the urge to escape from here like at this moment.

But his body walked towards that figure uncontrollably.

The surrounding flames made a crackling sound, occasionally mixed with the sound of some explosive explosions that had not exploded.

Bruce walked up to the man slowly.

The familiar bat cloak floats gently under the heat wave of the flames, the familiar bat helmet reflects the light of the surrounding flames, the very familiar boy in the man's arms, with a broken mask, swollen cheeks, blood-stained tatters Uniform, all this tells the story of the boy...

It was the boy who had become his nightmare again, long after his parents had passed away—Jason!

He no longer remembers how he picked up Jason's body, and even forgot what he was thinking at that time, he didn't even have the courage to look at Jason who was put into the coffin...... ...

The death of Thomas and Martha is the eternal pain of Bruce Wayne, and the death of Jason Todd is the eternal pain of Batman.

"Jason..."

Unconsciously calling out the name that once made him lose his mind.

The boy in the man's arms seemed to have heard his cry, and the blood-stained and swollen face turned to look at Bruce in an extremely awkward posture:

"Why didn't you come to save me, Bruce"

"...Jason, I'm sorry, I couldn't... make it"

"It hurts, Bruce! It really hurts!"

Every time "Jason" said a word, a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, and the smell of blood in the air became more and more intense, so strong that Bruce couldn't breathe.

"....I'm very sorry..."

Bruce didn't know how to express his apology. He blamed himself countless times. If he had asked Clark for help at that time, Jason might not have died.It was his stubbornness that killed Jason.

The ground under his feet slowly opened, and a figure crawled out from inside.

The mud-stained suit, the eyeballs that almost protrude from the sockets, and the ashen face:

"Why...why did you let me be buried deep in the dirt!"

The hoarse and dilapidated voice told Bruce how hoarse he had been for help before.

Can't hear, Batman's trained ears still can't hear the cry for help from the depths of the grave.

"It's so cold, I can't breathe...Bruce..."

"...sorry, Jason.....really...so sorry....this...is all my fault...."

"Hee hee hee hee... Ha ha ha... That's right little bat, it's all your fault... Look... we are the same kind of people, aren't we?"

The clown's insolent laughter came from behind.

Soon the familiar face in a purple suit and ridiculous makeup appeared beside Bruce.

"Look, little bat, you can't kill me, because we are the same kind of people, we are the front and back of the same coin.. We.. are all crazy.. Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee

"Why didn't you kill the clown?"

"Ahahaha, you can't kill me"

"It's all your fault Bruce!"

"That's right, it's all your fault. If you hadn't picked up this little bird, then he wouldn't have been beaten to death by me. Hahahahahahaha...hehehe"

"I'm not that important to you..."

"No..Jason..Listen to me.."

"You would rather kill me than kill the clown..."

"..No....."

"It's all your fault, Bruce..."

"That's right hahahaha, hehehe, it's all your fault, little bat"

"It's all your fault, Bruce"

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee little bat we're the same kind...we're all nuts hee hee hee hee I'm...you are too...lol"

"..no..no..no.."

The surroundings finally fell into darkness, there was no Joker, no Jason, no Batman, only the sound of Bruce's heart beating wildly and his crazy panting echoed in this space, but this short-term peace was too short-lived.

When the surrounding darkness dissipated, a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him appeared:

"Batman, this is all your fault"

"The criminals of Gotham wouldn't be as crazy as they were without you"

"It's all your fault, you let the lunatic Joker settle in Gotham"

"It's all your fault, because you didn't make it, I lost my daughter!"

"Why is my man dead, but you are still alive?!"

"why!!"

"Gotham doesn't need vigilantes!"

"Crazy, you are just like those lunatics in Arkham!"

"Why do you want to spoil my good deeds!"

"Bruce! We used to be brothers, why do you want to be Batman?!"

"why?!"

"why!"

Bruce couldn't resist the accusations coming from all sides, he could only let them drag him into the darkness of the end......