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

Damian could only bite the bullet and go forward. According to the law of the appearance of the statue, as long as he didn't look back, it wouldn't increase, so he tried his best to ignore the cold sweat on his back and forced himself to calm down.

The dark tunnel of the Batcave now looks like the esophagus of some kind of creature. Damian thought of this analogy inappropriately, and an indescribable fear captured his soul. Driven by this emotion, he made Made a move that I would never make normally

—He drew his long knife and slashed at the Batman statue.

Damian even jumped up and slashed the blade towards the corner of Batman's mouth as if venting his anger.

Puchi-

That's not the sound of metal colliding with stone.

The touch from the blade made Damian want to throw the knife away. His vocal cords were so stiff that he couldn't make a sound. He could only stare at the stone statue of Batman bleeding.

Rusty blood slowly slipped from the corner of the mouth of the Batman statue. Damian's knife not only destroyed that weird smile, but also cut his entire lip.

He really looks like that lunatic now, the difference is that if he really asks how the scars on his face came from, this time he has the standard answer... Damian thought in a trance, unconsciously, he fell backwards a few steps.

What is his back against?

Creak, creak—it was the sound of his own neck twisting.

The stone statue of Batman slowly raised the corners of its mouth and lowered its head.

"Ahh-!"

The last image in Damian's mind is that the world has become distorted and hopeless, and he inevitably loses his sanity and falls into madness...

Starry sky, tentacles, eyes...

who am I?

I'm Damian Wayne...I'm locked in the Batcave...I'm remembering...

Are you really in the Batcave?Are your memories real?

No, that's not the case...

Damian felt that he was merging with something, he was full of joy, and devoted himself to this process, he still couldn't understand, but he could feel this ecstasy...

something is missing...

In the New York Temple, the bodies of the three little birds were sleeping peacefully, but the passage suspended in the air suddenly trembled. The first thing that responded was the red cloak of Doctor Strange, which suddenly floated down from the back of Doctor Strange and shrank into a ball , Drilling straight to Doctor Strange's overlapping collar.

Next came all kinds of magic props. They seemed to have a collective appointment to go crazy together. The ones displayed in the glass cabinet broke the glass, the ones hanging on the wall fell off, and the movable magic props fell around. Fleeing, they finally found the best place of refuge - Doctor Strange's house.

Steve opened his eyes.

He first saw that the red cloak that always likes to fight against him swelled his collar, and then his face was covered. When he finally tore off his cloak from his face, what greeted him was the whole city. The magic props of the temple——

That scene made him realize for the first time that he was actually suffering from trypophobia.

"..."

Just as he was about to speak, the door of the room was kicked open violently, "Sherlock!"

"Who the fuck is Sherlock?" He stared at the little mercenary above his head with an ugly expression. Spider silk entangled.

"Oh huh."

"Anyway, the little bird is about to die, brother, come and report me." His voice still lingered in Doctor Strange's room, but he was dragged out by the spider thread, and Peter angrily hung him up in St. On the beam of the hall.

"I said don't bother me!"

"I'm so poor that I can't afford burritos, but the little green man in Seaside City gave me a good inspiration..."

"Obviously they are all little red people..."

"Shut up." With a headache, Peter stuck spider threads on the face of the chattering man, "How could the brave and fearless Green Lantern be like you."

Doctor Strange appeared in the hall with a dark face, looking a little funny. He glanced at Peter hurriedly, and hurriedly approached a large crystal, the bodies of the birds were tightly sealed by this crystal.

"Crystal coffin?" The unscrupulous mercenary whistled, "It's time to spit out the poisonous apple stuck in the throat."

"What's the matter with them?" Peter asked anxiously.

"I don't know, I'm trying to project his surroundings." Doctor Strange pinched a few gestures, and drew some mysterious patterns on his chest.

half an hour.

The mercenary cautiously poked his head out. Because his mouth was covered with spider silk, he could only whimper some vague words.

Peter yanked the spider web hard.

"...Are you exorcising a demon?"

Peter rolled his eyes, and quickly patted the spider silk.

"I can't sense Jason." Doctor Strange stopped his hands, and the magic mirror in the sky was completely dark, showing nothing. "It should have shown the situation around them now."

"What does that mean?" Peter asked quietly.

"He's busy with something, didn't receive my signal, lost forever, or... died." Doctor Strange lowered his head and flipped through the temple's collection, "I'm trying to connect with him."

"Uh." Peter hesitantly uttered a single syllable.

"Don't disturb me, I need to concentrate." Doctor Strange frowned angrily.

"Doctor...uh... I think you should take a look." Peter stammered.

"Huh?" He raised his head displeased, the mirror was still black, and he glanced at Peter suspiciously.

"Look at it later." Peter raised an index finger.

The black mass seemed to move, which is strange to say, but it did give the impression that something had slipped by, and Doctor Strange stood up abruptly—a large piece of optical fiber suddenly appeared in the mirror, and a shadow appeared in the mirror .

"They definitely have some weird play... Tsk tsk." The mercenary clicked his tongue exaggeratedly.Expressing his own opinion, "It's a bit exciting."

Peter really wanted to refute that Batman was not such a person, but he really couldn't say it out of conscience. Jason stood up with a blank face and blank eyes, and followed Bruce. Peter didn't recognize it at first. Jason—he looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his figure was thin and fragile like a teenager.

"Come here." Bruce said gently, Jason sat down obediently, Bruce stuffed a book in his hand, Bruce looked back at him, opened the window, let the afternoon sun shine on Jason face.

Bruce sat on the window sill in the corridor, resting his head lazily on the glass window, eyes slightly closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

This peaceful scene made Peter tremble all over. If the spider alarm could make a sound, it must have been hoarse by now.

"Do you feel like you are watching a puppet show?" The mercenary gently pinched the back of Peter's neck with his fingers, "Relax."

A bit of hesitation appeared on Peter's face. After he knew that Mr. Wayne was actually Batman, he was really ashamed, but now?What kind of person would arrange the adoptive son into a teenager and then a puppet in the inner world?

When the mercenary saw the expression on Peter's face, he was stunned for a moment, and felt that it was necessary to clear the suspicion for his father, the biggest benefactor in his life. "Red Hood should be a dead bird at this age." He said quite Restrained, restrained almost to an understatement.

"Red Robin should be the most reliable one." Doctor Strange said with a cold face, he manipulated the mirror to change the angle of view, and prayed secretly in his heart—hoping that Tim could receive his message.

A slightly runaway singing symbolizes the owner's good mood.

Doctor Strange rubbed his temples, and zoomed out from the camera with fantasy——

"Is this the most reliable and Batman-like Robin you said?" Doctor Strange suddenly turned his head and asked.

"Uh." The mercenary was rarely stuck, and he jumped up in a hurry as if his butt was burned, "Brother shouldn't stay here, I still expect the patron's father to pay!"

Peter stared blankly at the mirror, he didn't know what to say, and there were a lot of garbled characters floating in his mind.

That's right.

Tim is having fun, he seems to be very interested in some commonplace things, digging, searching, the most terrifying thing is the expression on his face, it is an immersive pleasure.

"What's so interesting about this broken cabinet?" The mercenary's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Doctor Strange calling Red Robin?" Steve sighed, and he ordered the mirror to investigate Damian's situation, but this time no matter what he ordered, the mirror was unmoved.

"What's up with him?"

Two huge letters appeared on the mirror, which were specially marked in red and bold for eye-catching—"NO!"

Steve's expression became serious. He realized that something bad had happened. In desperation, he took out the Supreme Mage's authority over the temple and forced the mirror to reflect Damian's condition.

Suddenly, long and sharp cracks appeared in the mirror. These cracks were arranged in strange shapes, dividing the mirror into pieces one after another. A blurry figure appeared in the mirror. It was Damian, who was sitting in the corner dully, facing Standing against a movable stone wall, the mirror could not see his face, only his fingers were twitching nervously.

In the next second, the mirror turned into powder, and after a sharp and short cry, the powder was quickly burned up, and Doctor Strange's face looked ugly like never before, "How long has he been in this state?"

"Stay any longer and he'll be completely lost there." Steve has seen what happens to many people who peer into the unsearchable, and without exception, they all fall into a kind of eternal madness, and that's a good ending.

"Can I go in, doctor?" Peter asked softly, clenched his fists lightly.

"It's impossible." Doctor Strange replied: "A person's inner world can only be set foot by someone he trusts, and none of us can, but..."

His voice became softer, and his eyes turned to the little birds sealed in the crystal.

—and there was a little bird outside the cage.