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

"Tear--"

The sharp piercing sound changed from small to loud, and Tim suddenly raised his head and reprimanded: "Damian!"

But he saw Damian put on a guarded look that could be both offensive and defensive.

"Drake, what are you holding?"

"Ok?"

Tim was very wronged, he didn't understand what Damian was talking about, that girl looked a little alienated, but Damian didn't have to put on such a look?

—Like he hugged a bunch of garbage.

Tim lowered his head in surprise, and with just one glance, he felt his stomach churning rapidly.

"Ugh..." But he didn't drop the lump in his arms to the ground, he looked around again and understood what situation he was in.

He leaned it against the corner carefully, "I'm sorry."

He stood up, looked at the frowning Damian, and forced a smile.

"Damian, I already know what's going on, take out your communicator and contact Dahong."

"I've already—" Damian roared angrily, and he quickly realized his chaotic emotions and took a deep breath.

"I have tried to contact you a long time ago. During these seven o'clock, I have contacted you countless times and sent you countless messages. I was running around this building like a mouse, just wanting to see if you are dead. Where is it!"

The eyes under his domino mask were wide open.

"Then I saw you holding that thing with a smirk without saying a word."

Tim didn't pay attention to Damian's vicious language, his little brother always did, and he could speak words of concern like murder.

"Damian, listen to me, everything we're going through right now is a lie."

He took out a knife and made a cut on his arm.

Blood spurted out.

"What are you doing? Drake." Damian watched coldly.

You see, you can't smell anything, you lose your sense of smell without realizing it, but you don't notice anything wrong. "

Damian was taken aback.

"You told me you've been in for seven days. In fact, I just sneaked in from outside the gate. It won't be more than nine or ten minutes."

"There are too few items that can control the flow of time, and as long as time is involved, we will definitely feel the change of the timeline."

Tim paused, "We didn't notice anything wrong."

Tim retracted his claws and pointed to the ceiling. The endless spiral staircase spiraled upwards, and the cold crescent moon hung on the stained glass window.

"The moon has not moved. No matter how much time we feel has passed, it is always a moment for the owner here."

"We're in an environment made up of memory, and now our question is, when did we get in?"

While checking the equipment, Damian said, "When Joe sent me back to Gotham, you were already in the car."

Tim tapped himself on the neck and said in pain: "We might have been caught at the banquet. Anyway, I'm really tired. We have to solve this as soon as possible."

Tim narrates to Damian what the girl in the hallucination told, about the magical eye-like object.

Damian said nonchalantly, "I've dealt with most of this thing, it's just a pathetic guy with nowhere to go, polluted."

Tim smiled and nodded.

"Let's look for the truth that exists here."

Damian closed his eyes, stretched out a few fingers to touch the wall, and walked around the room.

"This is a closed space, and there is no other passage to the "God".

Tim was a little surprised: "A confined space?"

He smiled cheerily. "It's easier for us to leave."

Damian gives Tim a cool look.

"Who was so blinded by our own senses that we now bother to find the 'centre'?"

Tim scratched his cheek and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, Damian, but I need you to tell me he—why did he become like this?"

Damian turned away from seeing Drake's stupid expression, and reached out to tap on his Robin computer.

A virtual screen with numerous lines drawn was projected.

"He didn't do anything," Damian whispered.

In fact, he is quite innocent. Is it his fault that he is loved?No, but he took advantage of that kind of love, and he guided that kind of love without any trace, making those loves become an indestructible sharp blade, fighting for his cowardly king.

He was afraid of his voice and let those irrational loves leave him. After all, he had nothing but them.

The power of capital is infinitely powerful, but still not everyone succumbs to capital.

Capital is profit-seeking, what else is there to do without those who love him?

He let the people who love him make things worse day by day, and let the lawlessness of the capital behind him make the resentment more violent——

Until the capital itself was damaged, he was thrown aside like a piece of garbage.He still didn't dare to stand up and speak.

Tim browsed heavily and sighed.

"Let's go."

The owner here will only hide in the most hidden places like a gutter mouse.

They slammed into the solid wall.

"You—who are you! Why are you here!"

A little girl in a black dress looked at them in panic. The little girl's face was full of jealousy and possessiveness, which distorted her pretty face.

"Stop your pathetic fantasies." Damian said gloomyly, "Poor guy."

"Damian!" Tim said in a tone of disapproval.

But he looked very serious, and he frowned: "You know everything, don't you?"

The girl looked even more confused: "I... what do I know? Who are you?"

Tears filled her eyes, as if she had been greatly wronged.

Damian took a step forward impatiently. "Forget it—look what you've done."

Tim cautiously stopped Damian, "Hey, little girl, look at this."

He threw out a miniature projector, and the gadget was firmly stuck to the floor not far from the little girl.

An image of the man she loved was played, smiling in the sun, and walking into a room full of people.

—He said: "Thank you, I have you."

The girls in the audience were moved to tears. At that moment, they felt that their many days of hard work had paid off. Even though he didn't say anything, they all gave him everything as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

His figure was clearly delineated by the sunlight, and that ray of sunlight fell from his shoulders. His beautiful face and the right half of his body were bathed in the sunlight, and his gentle smile fascinated them.

The left half of his body, including his heart of gold, was in darkness.

"None of us can change him!" she hissed.

Tim Chunchun persuaded: "You know he was never innocent."

The girl suddenly screamed: "He's right! He doesn't know anything! He's just an ordinary person! Why do you treat him like this!"

Damian made a mocking click of his tongue.

He watched with cold eyes, the Robin dart in his hand ready to go.

Tim ignored the girl's mental state: "You are too guilty, you can't breathe because of guilt, why he is like this is all your fault."

"--ah--!"

The girl howled terribly, she remembered, she remembered everything, it was all her fault, it was all his fault, if she hadn't been so paranoid...if she hadn't made a wish on that weird thing...

It's too late, it's done, the damage has been done, it's irreparable.

She loves that person so much, so she set off a "jihad" in the name of love, but she is too weak, she can't even touch a little finger of capital, and the star-making movement of capital brought this Trendy, but she was aggrieved, why should such a good person be vilified by others?

She forgot that he jumped to the top with this.

So she swung the ax in her hand, and with one ax cut off the other's love for him, which was the foundation of his life.

Then she swung the ax again, and one blow tore away the shelter of the innocent, which was the line of fire.

Anger is like a spark, burning the entire continent in an instant.

She was anxious and restless all day long. She watched the public opinion ferment and he was condemned, so she opened Pandora's box.

Knives are too sharp and people are too stupid.

This is the source of all her tragedies. The evil god bestowed her with endless power, and she swelled to the point that she thought she was the king of the world——

In the name of love, she forces him to possess them only, to respond to them, to watch them endlessly.

He was imprisoned, hurt, and had no escape.

He sank together with them, and sometimes she gained some brief sobriety, but she couldn't face the fact that all the culprits were herself——

—You don't want to leave, she thought.

We shall be together forever and ever!

The evil god responded to her, well, you become a part of me, you will have eternal life, and I will bestow endless glory on you.

She agreed without hesitation, so she watched herself being alienated little by little, her beautiful skin began to rot and smell, and she felt that she was not worthy of him.

She shouted again, begging the evil god to make him like her, so that they would be the most suitable couple, as for the other unsightly guys... They are qualified to serve them and become their dependents.

The evil god agreed with great interest.

Ha...hahahaha... Now he is the same as herself, she touches her lover full of love, and she passionately caresses his alienated body.

He was helpless, his cowardice made him helpless, he could only resent secretly.

Resenting the love he once feared losing.

"You all die to me—" the girl pulled out a sickle inlaid with many eyes from her chest, and rushed towards them aggressively.

Damian throws his Robin dart, but he finds that Tim isn't moving.

"Drake!"

He ran to Tim, but was a step too late, and the scythe fell on Tim—

Nothing happened.

Tim said pitifully: "You are shaking, you are regretting, the attack you think is fierce, but in fact it can't hurt others at all, only those who love him will be affected."

"How...impossible..." The girl frantically slashed on Tim a few more times.

Still nothing happened.

"It's all your fault, you're the one to die."

Damian looked at her coldly.

The girl collapsed, her belief itself was vulnerable, and her heartfelt denial made the moon on the top of the tower brighter and brighter until it became the sun.

There is no hiding place for all darkness under the sun.

She twisted her body, burning, screaming, and helplessly covering the festering body.

She stretched out her hand, "Help me, please help me."

Damian said: "Tell me where you got that object with evil power."

"Give it to me."

"Who gave it to you!" Damian snapped.

"He was stooped... looked very thin, he was wearing a black dress like clothes... he laughed, his lips were bright red and his teeth were sharp..."

"He has chains wrapped around him, a metal blindfold, and blood all over his body..."

The strange room began to shatter, and the girl disappeared into the daylight.