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

In the darkness, the Laughing Bat was helplessly teaching him to start the Batmobile.

"Yes, step on it with your left foot, that's good...slow down." Before the words finished, the Batmobile rushed out with a whoosh, hit the wall of the Batcave, and bounced back.

"I know!" Bruce yelled angrily, "I don't need you to guide me to drive!"

As he spoke, he stepped on the gas pedal and crashed out of the Batcave. He muttered guiltyly, "It's just that the Batmobile is different from the cars I've driven before."

"The Batmobile can smash into most buildings." The Laughing Bat coldly reminded, "Batman is not a big loser to the Wayne Group."

Today's Batmobile runs crookedly, and from time to time it crashes into the corners of some buildings, making people wonder if Batman is driving drunk. The Laughing Bat clutches the seat tightly, and even wants to fasten the seat belt.

"You can't touch the seat belt." Bruce glanced at the Laughing Bat, his mood fluctuated a little.

"I almost want a peace of mind blanket." The Laughing Bat sarcastically said.

The explosion sounded at the edge of the city. He hurriedly drove towards Naihe Island. After climbing out of the Batmobile neatly, he looked at the center of the explosion and was at a loss.

The little yellow monsters that had fallen before were growing, and they were coming together to form some two-man tall hunks, and those hunks were running towards him.

He deftly dodged the attack, and frantically began to search inside the bat belt. This strange belt was like a bottomless pit. As soon as he fiddled with it, countless small bat darts fell out continuously.

"It's unscientific." Bruce narrowly avoided the monster that hit him again. He stared at the bat dart on the ground, a little shocked, "How can there be so many things stuffed into this thing?"

"Don't ask, it's Batman." The Laughing Bat teased, "Now you should throw the bat dart at those monsters, no, use the one with the red dot in the upper left corner, that kind of bat dart can explode."

Bruce obediently took out what the Laughing Bat said, aimed at the big monster and threw it... Oh, a little embarrassed, the bat dart passed half a meter away from the monster.

The Laughing Bat covered his face.

"Okay!" Bruce's ears were a little red, and he thought of a better idea. When the monster rushed up, he threw the bat dart at its feet, dodged it and detonated it.

The Laughing Bat sighed in frustration.

"Don't waste things." The Laughing Bat had already begun to insult his own brain in Kryptonian in his heart, but in reality, he still calmly guided Bruce.

"Did you see that building?" The Laughing Bat floated in front of Bruce, and he pointed to the Gothic spire beside him, "Climb up, and then I'll teach you how to assemble an instrument, we'll turn off those disgusting things in the sky, After that it's the Justice League thing."

"Oh." Bruce replied, he took a hook from his belt, turned the head of the hook with his right hand, and threw it.

The claws hung firmly on the edge of the tower. Before the Laughing Bat could feel relieved, Bruce stretched out his hand and pulled it, and the thing fell off.

"This brings me back to teaching Dick," said the Bat Laughing. "The Batman of this world didn't invent the automatic catapult gun?"

"Invented." Bruce dashed back to the Batmobile, which he found in the Batmobile's storage cabinet, "I threw it here last time."

"Very good." The Laughing Bat didn't know what to say, so he could only praise dryly. He floated beside Bruce, watching Bruce climb up the tower with difficulty.

"How do you know these things?" Bruce asked the Laughing Bat while he was struggling to assemble the instrument. He suddenly heard a rustling sound from the edge of the tower.

"Brainiac is no longer a threat to me. His legacy is in my Batcave. His tiara is a nice loot. I suggest you take his tiara too, the world Superman shouldn't have this."

"Tiara?" Bruce wrote down the key item.

"A purple, nice-looking decoration." The Laughing Bat replied, "Just go and find the only thing that fits your aesthetics in the junk of his spaceship."

"I feel like something is climbing up." Bruce glanced at the ledge.

The Laughing Bat stopped Bruce from wanting to check the situation, "Continue to assemble." He took a step forward and walked to the edge of the tower, where the khaki-colored creatures had densely packed the tower.

The Laughing Bat looked at them condescendingly, and an indescribable aura emanated from him. Suddenly, those creatures froze, and then their bodies began to alienate, with blisters rushing out of them. In an instant, they had already exploded into a pile of pus.

"What's the matter?" Bruce heard a small voice, and he poked his head curiously. "It's nothing." The Laughing Bat swished back to Bruce, "It was just your illusion."

Bruce lowered his head and was assembling the instrument, the Laughing Bat babbled: "Now the sun is blocked by Brainiac's spaceship, and there is a green information network that is forming Brainiac's disgusting head. After a while, he Tentacles will come in through those holes, and you've got to close those holes before that happens."

Just as they were talking, white balls fell out of those holes, and they fell like meteors, embedding themselves on the edge of Gotham one after another. These small balls shot out purple lasers, and these lasers formed a large net, covering Gotham. Tan Yanyan shrouded it tightly.

The Laughing Bat sat calmly, "Don't worry about it, Brainiac is a model maniac, he wants to miniaturize Gotham and put it in a bottle, just keep these balls, after you get the crown, bro Control of Tan is yours."

Bruce stared at the Laughing Bat inexplicably for a while, and then started to move again. He asked in a somewhat uncertain voice, "You don't care about all of this... What are you now?"

"I don't know either." The Laughing Bat is very frank, "I am polluted, and that pollution comes from a higher dimension, but at the same time, the origin of the world, the reality of the universe... they are like a blank sheet of paper unfolded before me."

"You are another anchor I set up, just to remind me not to completely become that kind of stupid existence." The Laughing Bat explained, "So you don't have to worry about when I will erase you, I will try my best Guaranteed your existence."

"Okay." Bruce said suddenly. He stood up and moved his neck, which was stiff because of tension, "What should I do next?"

"Close your eyes."

Bruce still wanted to ask something, but the Laughing Bat had already covered Bruce's eyes with his hand, and he hugged his other self vaguely.

"Don't look at anything, don't listen to anything, don't ask anything." He leaned into Bruce's ear, his tone soft and a little weird.

Bruce closed his eyes obediently. Where he couldn't see, the water in Gotham Harbor became cloudy——

Such turbidity brought a disgusting feeling of discomfort, the sea water turned into a lifeless green, undercurrents surged, and countless frenzied eddies extended from the port, such psychedelic vortexes gradually spread to the sea one after another .

Bruce felt the salty water dripping on his face, it was the smell of sea water, he moved his body uneasily.

"Don't move." The Laughing Bat put his hand on the back of his neck, his voice sounded softer and weirder, "Hold on a little longer."

The sky is still thickly black, but the starlight penetrates strangely from the thick clouds, and these stars begin to arrange into their shapes in ancient times. Between those few starlights, some unfortunate and lucky people see A vast existence of nothingness——

Ahhhhhhh!He suddenly fell into madness, he began to hit the ground with his head, scratched and gnawed himself in horror.

The Laughing Bat waved his hand slowly, and the purple/network surrounding Gotham burst apart, and the sea water condensed into a huge seaspout. In the unfathomable, dark and oppressive center, there was an unfathomable The presence of nomenclature protrudes from it a part of the limb.

There are countless tiny tentacles on His body, and these wet existences are his eyes. This abnormal and indescribable existence is extremely huge, and it strangely emits an indescribable light that cannot be seen directly. It comes from the most ancient hatred from floating in the deep sea—

Unidentified scraping sounds came to mind.

The sky was still black, and no one knew what happened, but an indescribable shadow suddenly suppressed everyone's heart, and some lunatics began to laugh, and they crazily exhausted their life's wisdom to praise—— —

Brainiac's information network froze.

But it couldn't leave, it was firmly nailed between the earth and the sun, and the big terrifying head suddenly looked funny, and it began to roar.

The Laughing Bat is still methodically invading the world.

He gently surrounded Bruce, and when he looked at the sky, the starlight converged into one point and focused on them, and the silvery white light also sprinkled on the instruments Bruce had assembled.

The brand-new instrument seemed to have gone through the ages in an instant. It became rusty, shriveled and soft. This inanimate thing began to slowly dissimilate. It took on a gelatinous shape, and gray and white patterns began to appear. Then came the tentacles, the fangs—it had become a living thing.

The creature suddenly transformed.

Starlight is reflected on the sky by it.

Those fine holes were filled with illusory starlight, and the world lit up again. The starlight was too dense and intense, and in that blink of an eye, it was as bright as the sun.

Those little yellow monsters suddenly seemed to have been cut off from their energy source, they were piled up on the ground in a mess like a robot with no power.

Bruce felt the hand covering his eyes leave, and he slowly opened his eyes, even though the sky was still black, the breeze was blowing, the world became quiet, and the Laughing Bat was in his pocket, smiling at him leisurely.