Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

The Laughing Bat raised the corners of his mouth, "How do you say?"

"As you said, I am you." Bruce's cobalt blue eyes swept across the laughing bat in the mirror, "Then what I want to do must be in line with your wishes."

"Tell me." The Laughing Bat stared at Bruce inexplicably.

"Why do I exist?" Bruce asked a question, he smiled mockingly, and answered himself, "Because my presence is in your interest."

Bruce leaned forward slightly, he stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of the Laughing Bat, and said in a playful tone, "I am you." He repeated it again.

"I am what Bruce Wayne should be? No, I am what you should be, my thoughts, my thinking patterns, my feelings..." Bruce stood up straight, "This is also yours."

"You separated me to hypnotize yourself as a bloodless and tearless monster?" Bruce sneered, "What you said to Superman earlier was true."

The Laughing Bat raised his eyes, "I said a lot."

"Peaceful, beautiful, just like they used to be." Bruce replied, "This is your evaluation of the world you destroyed...so this world will always remind you of the past, the difference is that you destroyed your world , and Superman just changed the world, and subconsciously you're nostalgic for the good old days—maybe that's why I'm so attached to this world, or why I'm so firmly against Superman."

"We didn't come to this world by accident—this should be the result of your careful selection. You picked a Batman that best suits your preferences. He should have been the best way to be Batman." Bruce puts a lot of emphasis on the word Batman.

"And then you made me watch the world fall into a kind of error, you made me watch this Batman increasingly—"

Bruce stared coldly into the green eyes of the Laughing Bat, "You know I won't stay out of it."

The Laughing Bat clapped his hands lightly twice, he tilted his head with interest, "So?"

"So why did you choose such a tragedy? The scene we saw in the space-time tunnel was the future of this world, and that future Gotham and even Crime Alley were full of roses."

Bruce said in an extremely firm tone, "The future Superman won, and you don't want to see this scene, so you don't hesitate to give up your body to me, most of the time as a shadow that only I can see and exist."

"What is this for?"

The expression of the Laughing Bat revealed a bit of weirdness. He stretched out his hand to caress Bruce's cheek. Obviously he was just a shadow, but Bruce felt a strange coldness, which made Bruce's hair stand on end.

"Fate." The Laughing Bat sighed softly.

The Laughing Bat suddenly laughed, the laughter was sweet, but people couldn't help but fear, "Are you saying that our actions are based on our own consciousness?"

"Of course." Bruce replied inexplicably.

"Then I'll tell you now, everything about us, losing our parents, adopting Dick, Jason being killed by a clown..." The Laughing Bat pinched Bruce's chin with his fingers.

"It's all arranged."

Seeing Bruce's confused expression, the Laughing Bat chuckled, "I'll give you this part of the memory." He snapped his fingers, "Look, when these worlds are hopeless, there will be some humans who can't go to them. Imagined beings to resolve these events, beings that predate the universe."

The Laughing Bat half lowered his head, "Now you know that our world is one of the dark multiverses."

Bruce saw some pictures in front of his eyes, countless universes surrounded by dark matter were falling into dead silence and barrenness, and then he saw The Flash, who was holding his children in pain.

"Those ancient great beings thought that the dark multiverse was a mistake and needed to be destroyed, so they found the Flash and asked him to solve the problem from the source. But they actually need the Flash to solve the crisis? They usually look all-knowing and omnipotent, but they must Do you want humans on Earth to save the entire universe? Force him to choose between countless worlds and his own children?"

"What if the entire universe is messed up? Then restart this universe, everything is brand new and beautiful, and then it is destined to slip into the abyss."

"How many times have I been rebooted?" said the Laughing Bat annoyed. "We're always making seemingly voluntary choices."

Anger and arrogance.

Bruce felt such emotions, he nodded slightly, "You want to disturb fate."

"No." The Laughing Bat showed an emotionless smile, "I want to tear this fucking fate to pieces. One world is not enough. I want to pick some powerful worlds to destroy their fate. Generate unprecedented power, which can be used by me."

"Papetula," they said in unison.

The Laughing Bat nodded, with a cold voice, "I want her to be the cornerstone of the new world forever."

Bruce came back into the room. His eyes were a color between blue and green. His jet-black hair hung down to cover his eyes, and his skin was so pale that it was almost transparent. Very gloomy.

This is what Carl sees of Bruce, and it makes him frown.

Bruce has Gotham in him.

Carl thought to himself, he looked at it carefully as if he had never seen Bruce, and after a while, he tentatively said, "I have news about Batman."

Bruce looked up, and Carl was taken aback. This expression on the verge of madness...it reminded him of a very bad person.

"Tell me." Bruce said slowly.

"He's hanging out with people like clowns." Carl clenched his fists, and there was fire in his eyes. "You've been to Arkham, but there's no one in Arkham."

"Not bad." To Carl's surprise, Bruce admitted it neatly.

"You've been in touch with Arkham," Carl said. "I don't mind that."

"But Batman has degenerated to the point where he wants to join forces with the Joker? Just to resist me?" Carl's face was filled with uncontrollable disappointment.

Karl can accept that Batman fights with him because of his disagreement, he can understand why the rebels want to fight with him, he can't accept that Batman will cooperate with the heinous people in Gotham, not to mention the strict rules of Lord Justice Law, their actions in the old world are enough to sentence them to death countless times.

"Why?" This strong emotion drove him to seek an answer from Bruce.

A bit of ridicule and disdain flashed across Bruce's delicate and handsome face, "Look at what you did."

He raised his face and stared into Carl's eyes without hesitation, "Do you really think you are different from them? Lord Justice is still the embodiment of justice?"

"The entire continent is almost covered in flames of war." He taunted, "Those guys in the sea can't sit still anymore, those Atlanteans with brains that are not as big as fish think you are a threat."

Carl gritted his teeth, "Then what Batman did was just?"

"Justice is made by contrast." Bruce glanced at Carl.

"If you don't mind, I want to be alone for a while." Bruce waved his hand at Carl impatiently, "I'm in a terrible mood right now."

But Carl left as he wished, he grabbed Bruce's wrist involuntarily, he was too easily disturbed in front of this Batman-like face, Carl sneered and said, "I think we still have some scores to settle .”

He glanced at the place where his counterpart had appeared, pulled Bruce up forcefully, and strode out of the room, leaving deep footprints where he walked, and he was almost dazzled by anger , so that he unconsciously leaked some power.

Carl was pulling him towards the top of the watchtower. Along the way, everyone who saw them cast strange glances. The suit on Bruce's body became messy because of Carl's rough movements, and now this posture made him feel uncomfortable. Looking embarrassed enough, the Green Lantern happened to be in the watchtower at this time. He turned his head and saw the two people. He was stunned for a few seconds, swallowed hard, and approached them cautiously.

"Carl?" Green Lantern asked, "Where are you taking Bruce?"

"You can be lighter." Hal reminded, "Bruce is just an ordinary person."

Carl followed Green Lantern's line of sight, and there were a few bruises on the wrist he had held before—he almost broke the fragile human bone.

And Bruce's skin was too pale, so these fingerprints became more and more obvious.

He looked up along the length of the wrist, and Bruce was watching him coldly, showing no emotion at all.

Carl subconsciously relaxed some strength, but he still grabbed Bruce's wrist, "This has nothing to do with you." He said to Green Lantern.

Then Bruce felt a void under his feet, Carl floated up, and he flew straight up.

"Look at what they have done!" Carl threw Bruce into the chair roughly, he stretched out his hand and clicked twice in the air, and the monitor screen lit up.

Bruce saw some familiar figures on the screen - scarecrow, double-faced man, Bane, Harley Quinn... and the clown, they were carrying all kinds of weird weapons, some blood splashed on the camera, monitoring The screen was instantly covered in blood.

A pale, bony hand rested on the camera, and that hand casually wiped the lens and adjusted the angle.

"Hi!" A painted face appeared on the screen.

Bruce's pupils shrank instantly.

The clown on the screen was smiling at him.

He heard the familiar manic laughter again——

Haha, hahahaha!The voice was shrill as if he was going to die in the next second.