A meow and a dog

When you walk in the dark, with guilt and fear as your wings, with lies and disguises as your perfect smile, with knives and blood as your mistress—what is the thing you need most?

Maybe others need comfort and worry, but when the king in a black cloak stands in his own territory, with a calm and restrained face covered with the most appropriate mask, he knocks down a robber with his fist in a few howls of the wind ——When the despicable person offended the dignity of this city, the falcon that should have soared in the sky looked at Gotham, which gave him salvation and an iron cage, and just stood quietly.

He never needs anything.

"Conquering your own dark side is not that simple, but you never lose your purpose, and that's your greatest strength, Bruce." The mentor who taught him to maintain the balance of sin and salvation said to him, pressing his skinny fingers At the heart, smiled at Bruce, "I can maintain my balance, although there are still flaws. But Bruce, you have to understand that it is no good to be alone. You still have time."

Young Eagle looked at her mentor with determination in her eyes: "My loneliness is my greatest advantage, and I cannot lose him."

"You still have time." The mentor repeated.Turn around and leave.

"No, I don't have any more." Batman murmured, allowing the scars on his body to pile up layer after layer, until there was no way to fade away from this body.

He is not wrong.

"—The clown is very cunning, he never has a fixed plan, everything is almost just what he thinks of at will, and then he implements it."

"Never thought about it? I gotta say, that looks stupid." Dick grinned, his eyes lingering on Robin's uniform, refusing to look away for a long time.

Batman frowned under the mask, trying to get Dick's attention back, but the voice was almost murmuring to himself, "No, that's the craziest."

Young Dick looked at his adoptive father, and his tone was expectant: "Can I patrol with you tonight?"

"No." He said firmly.

Robin needs to stay away from Batman - at least not when he doesn't understand the Joker's madness.

"Master Bruce, you need to rest."

"No, Alfred."

"Although I personally think it's inappropriate for me to ask this question, but—" Alfred looked hesitant, obviously searching for suitable words, "Master Bruce, what are you afraid of?"

Bruce's raised eyes were bloodshot: "No, it's nothing, Aff." He lowered his head again.

Fear?No, Batman can't be scared.Even with a clown.

"...Bruce, you've heard of the latest 'Batman,' haven't you?"

"Of course—that madman, who doesn't know?"

Bruce responded with a serious face, and sure enough, the other billionaires laughed.

"Yeah, you're right," said one of them. "He's just crazy, crazy, idealistic, and unrestrained. I'm terrified of finding his dead body in a trash can someday."

"That's right, that's what it is," continued the other, "so I hope the clown kills him soon."

Bruce made a toast to the crowd, his voice drowning out the people's impolite comments. He smiled, but his eyes were full of sarcasm: "Let's toast to Batman, may he die in the trash!"

Perhaps this is also his best end.

what is godThat's what Bruce thinks when he looks at the dazzled man in the newspaper, and then he shakes the papers and throws them in the trash.

"Gods never came to the world," he whispered, turning and walking into the Batcave.

He's known this since he was eight years old.

And it's all just lies.

What is darkness?

Batman clutched his stomach wound and walked quickly to the front of the Batmobile.Bat lights that have been extinguished sleep like a child who got enough candy.

He stopped moving and just looked at Gotham - his city.

"I'm going to be dragged into the mud by you, my love."

But I never thought it should be left to others.

Good night, Gotham.

When a person wants to help you, it is often to get something from you.This rule Bruce understood at a very young age.

But this time something is different.

"Maybe I thought, I can help you?" The newspaper god landed in front of him and held out a hand to him.

Rejection is the best option.he thinks.

When he turned around, the corner of the cloak seemed to hit the nose of the man behind him.

He was inexplicably happy when he was vigilant.

Stop looking for Batman.

Not everything will have a bad ending, but in life, sad things always make up the majority.

In the end, all people learn is to accept and obey.

Bruce stands in Crime Alley, drops a few red roses, and flies away.

He flies almost as well as a bat.

Maybe... you guys will like these flowers.

When light approaches darkness, what will the dark side do?

Do you cling to the light, and then rely on him to live because of desire?

The tip of Superman's nose knows it.

The point at the end of Batman's cape knows.

Perhaps the letters that make up the word "roll" are also known.

Batman doesn't depend on anyone to live.

Even if you are about to die.

What is death?

Young Bruce asked Thomas.

oh boy.That is the most precious wealth that everyone finally gets.

Thomas replied.

Can't everyone escape?Bruce asked persistently.

Yes, we all have to kiss it.

Oh, that doesn't sound bad at all.

What did Gotham give you?

save.Bruce replied.The expression on his face was perfect as if he was telling a good joke.

Ask me - what did Gotham give you?

The clown was trembling with laughter in Arkham, his exquisitely lipsticked lips parted exaggeratedly, like a soliloquy, or like a madman's trivial comment.

Oh my dear Bat, Gotham gave you a bed in Arkham - next to me!

I'm waiting for you to come here, little bat!

"With all due respect, Master Bruce. But lately I've been having a hard time understanding what 'good social momentum' really is—"

"You mean the ones who commented on Batman?" Bruce sat on the well-made sofa, buried in a document, "The way I see it—that's fine, I don't need a stupid savior?"

The foolish savior sat blankly on the other side of the sofa, like a frozen statue: "I don't understand—er, what happened?"

Superman genuinely thinks Batman is too difficult to figure out.

Batman watched silently as the softly glowing white pearls bounced to the ground, then scrambled to roll into the red gore.

——everything is the same as in memory.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to see himself.As if this could escape this damn dream.

All this is just a dream.

An unexpected outcome - but just as he had imagined.

He rescues Superman, and he manages to get the bloody little heartbreaker up on top of him.

He can resist it all, he can.

But unexpectedly no memory appeared.

There is only darkness here.

Wrap Batman in it.

Calm, compose, analyze, fluster, yearn, beseech, then break down.

Batman can see himself dying.

But that doesn't include a hand that pulls him out of the darkness.

"B—?"

Fear, panic, surprise, joy, excitement, calm, then calm.He can also see his own prayers.

"I'm fine." The pale-jawed Dark Knight nodded to his partner.

——Maybe for a moment, Bruce really regarded Superman as a god.But only for a moment.

Perhaps Batman needs solitude, but perhaps more cooperation.

Don't make me misjudge, Boy Scout.

The author has something to say:

Originally, it was equal to the end of the last article and the robin, but someone made me feel that if I didn’t HE, I would be divided into five horses, so I shamefully surrendered...

Then the collection actually increased?I must be dreaming!