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The Kryptonian girl's eyes twinkled as she orbited Batman at a Kryptonian speed. One second, she was still behind him, but the next second she may have appeared in front of him.

"Please, Batman! Just tell me what you're doing here! I know you're not going to show up in New York all of a sudden. Something big is going to happen, right?"

The old bat was indifferent to her question, he just walked silently. The cloak was carefully lifted with both hands so that it would not touch the dirty floor of the sewer.

New York's sewer system is so intricate, even associated with subway stations, that it's second to none, and the level of filth is proportional to it. Apparently, the city government's planning wasn't very good—Batman struggled to think about the inconsequential things, trying to get his thoughts out of Cara's voice for a while.

He failed.

"Oh, just tell me..."

Carla dodged to Batman, and this time, she was obviously moving. She stood in front of Batman, blocking his path.

There's a stance that I won't let you go unless you tell me - if someone else was here, like Blue Beetle, Golden Pioneer, or a young hero he knew so well, Batman would just say, 'That's not it. things you should care about', and drifted away.

And, if Nightwing was here, maybe he'd be able to beat up that **** who ran away from home.

...but Kara is different, number one, she's a Kryptonian.

Second, she's a very troublesome Kryptonian.

It's so troublesome that Batman's database has a separate character description for her: Carla Zo-El, very kind, extremely stubborn, curious about anyone, and sometimes very annoying.

Well, not sometimes.

Batman sighed heavily. Carla clearly sensed what his sigh meant, and Supergirl laughed gleefully, her eyes crescents.

"It's about your cousin."

The old bat, blushing without a heartbeat, began to make up a lie, which he knew well: "He lost some important data on a Justice League field trip, and according to the radar, the data was in the sewers of New York City. "

"So you're here to get that data back? Wow! Was it stored on a tiny chip like in the Earth movie?"

Carla kept asking like there were 10,000 questions: "Did you get it back? Is there anything missing? Need my help? By the way, I saw someone say you're all over the world on the Justice League chat board. They all have secret safe houses, do you have them here too? My cousin said that you made a layer of lead with lead so that we can't see it. You really have no idea... "

Clark Kent!

Batman shouted someone's name angrily in his heart, but his face was still calm: "I can't tell you the specific situation, Kara, it involves some secrets. You don't have the right to look it up yet, now, you can let the way Did you let me go?"

Supergirl nodded reluctantly, and she moved out of the way, and Batman breathed a sigh of relief and walked past her, cape. Worried about Carla asking any more questions.

However, there is one thing to mention here.

The more you are afraid of something, the more you will come.

"Wait, Batman."

Carla stopped him suddenly, and the old bat froze for a moment. He heard Carla ask softly in a suspicious tone, "Did you hear anything?"

......sound?

Batman narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and pressed it on his left wrist. The arm armor popped open a gap, revealing the control panel. With a few clicks on it, he adjusted the sensitivity of the monitoring system of the visor's built-in headphones to the highest level. He has never used such a high level before. Although this level is not comparable to the super hearing of Kryptonians, it is not much different.

Now, he heard.

It was a low humming beyond the limits of human imagination, a sound never heard by human ears in the past tens of thousands of years. It doesn't belong to humans, it doesn't belong to the earth, it doesn't even belong to this universe.

what is it?

A thought arose in Batman's mind. He didn't know where it came from, and it was nowhere to be found like an antelope with its horns. There's no logic like an artist's flash of inspiration, except that artists come up with works that can leave a name in history, and Batman gets...

It is a primal fear and worship.

The sound started to get louder and louder, so loud that it shattered his eardrums, completely destroyed his hearing, and even destroyed the entire monitoring system. The ear part of the visor flashed blue light, made a crackling sound, and sparks flew everywhere. Batman couldn't move, he gasped in fear, but he didn't even know why he was afraid.

Until a hand gently stroked the top of his head.

"Um... bat."

He heard a voice, a female voice—who was it? Batman couldn't lift his head, his body stood in place because of fear, and a sense of undeserved joy arose in his heart in the next second. That is the emotion buried in the deepest heart of every human being.

It was the happiness after being touched by my mother.

-Mother?

"Yes, child, I am your mother."

The female voice responded gently and took off his visor for him. The slender fingers gently brushed the profile of his injured face from the explosion of the visor, and she said with love: "Forty-five years old, very good. But I haven't seen you for thousands of years, you and you. My brothers are different, you are stronger than them."

Batman wants to look up, but he can't—he realizes this: I can't look up? Why?

"Because your body doesn't allow you to look up," the mother responded gently. "This is the rule that I set when I designed you. If I come, everything needs my permission. If I reject it, everything should stop."

"You understand? I won't allow you to look up, boy. So you can't. Shh, stop trying to wake up your armor's automatic alarm with a voice from your throat...Bruce, my poor boy. You don't know yet, but free will doesn't really exist."

The mother's voice was still soft, but it made Batman shudder.

"Now, tell me, boy—where is the mage who came here with you? I'm very interested in him."

The mouth opens, air is drawn in, the tongue pops up, and the lips move. In four movements, his vocal cords began to function. Bypassing his brain, bypassing his soul and will, his body began to answer his mother's questions spontaneously.

In an almost screaming voice, Batman spat out: "He's killing..."

"Um..." The mother's voice became a little displeased. "I've given you too much talent, boy. I've given you so much willpower that you can hide part of the truth from me at a time like this?"

That hand stroked his profile with the back of his hand, and Batman almost went mad, a sense of unparalleled absurdity that made him want to laugh. He didn't laugh, but the laughter echoed in his heart, exactly the same as that of the clown who was put into the electric chair by him many years ago - but he couldn't laugh.

He couldn't laugh because his mother wouldn't allow it.

"Poor, pitiful."

His mother said to him very tenderly: "How did you get out of the way I set you up? Each of you has a destiny, and you should die with him in a grand show. The whole Gotham is for it. Shake, you die in an underground cave, blood blends with each other, the Dionysian factor in his blood will enter your body... Then, you will be resurrected."

"Obviously I have it all planned..." Mother sighed and pushed him away, pushing him to the ground like pushing away garbage. "I'm going to find him, Bruce. You can reflect for a while, and when the end of the world comes, I'll wake you up."

Batman was lying on the ground, and the last sight he saw was a door like darkness itself, into which a woman was slowly walking in.

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He Shenyan stopped his killing.

The reason is simple, a woman is standing in front of him. Her long hair was as heavy as night, and her violet eyes were looking at him gently. There seemed to be light on the pale skin.

"You came faster than I thought." He made a small joke and calmly transformed the prepared 'burst meteor' into a protective shield. "But still a lot slower than The Flash."

The woman stared at him with strange eyes, as if she was looking at a treasure. After a long time, she slowly said, "You are from outside my universe like those annoying Nymphs, aren't you?"

"Your universe? Why can't I hear any love of your creation from this passage?"

"I don't need to prove my love to outsiders." The woman smiled gracefully. "Also, interesting mage, I noticed your movements. Shield? Do you really think this kind of thing can protect you from my attack?"

"Have to give it a try."

He Shenyan grinned and smiled. He didn't seem nervous: "People have the right to resist, what do you think?"

"Rights don't exist at all, it's just a made-up term. First coined by modern America, it's derived from human rights in their code, and it's extended to countless other rights."

The woman chatted, and at this moment, she changed from a mother to a learned scholar: "Of course, it has been a bit too much to develop to this day. To a certain extent, this is also the reason why I am not satisfied with them. one."

"You want to destroy all the worlds you've created for such a ridiculous reason?"

"There are many other reasons." The woman seemed to be very talkative, and she introduced herself with a smile: "Since I'm here, out of courtesy, I should still tell you my name. Well, remember it."

"Peppetua," the woman said quietly. "This is my name, the goddess of creation, the mother of all things..."

"You should know what I'm doing, right?" He Shenyan asked suddenly. "I don't believe you didn't notice it, I was just doing my best to delay the time, so that the solution that was prepared early in the morning had time to activate and drive you out of this world."

"Of course I know," said Poppetua nonchalantly. "But, I'm reading your memory, Mage. So I'll allow your little concealment."

She opened her hand, and a faint black light was released from it. The power of the multiverse-level gods was completely released in an instant, and the mage was completely powerless to resist. He heard Popetua say: "I am very interested in a soul like you, and I plan to give you a place in the new world. , provided you pass this test."

Poppetua said meaningfully: "I'm looking forward to it, Mage, what choice will you make?"

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where am I?

It's like being in a nightmare... someone shaking me?

He Shenyan opened his eyes, the sun shone on his face, stinging the eyes he had just opened. He had to raise his hand to block some of the sunlight, and a woman sat beside him. who is it?

He looked at her blankly, as if looking at a stranger.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the woman asked in confusion. "You said that you woke up after half an hour of sleep, did you forget?"

"...No, I'm just curious."

He Shenyan came back to his senses: How could I even forget my girlfriend's name?

He seemed to have entered a state, and put on a frivolous smile. Thanks to his handsome face, this smile fell on his girlfriend's eyes and looked very cute: "I wonder how you are so beautiful today."

"you are annoying!"

His girlfriend smiled shyly and punched him. It gently landed on his chest, making his heart warm. He Shenyan raised his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms. The woman struggled for a while at first, whispering in his ear, such as there were many people, but she soon stopped moving, just lying in his arms and staring at his profile.

What a beautiful scene.

He Shenyan lowered his head and looked at her affectionately, but there was always a question in his heart.

Did I forget something?

The sky was blue, and the sun was beating on them warmly. He Shenyan noticed that he was wearing a black jacket, and they were sitting on the grass, leaning against a tree.

This should be a park, and he could hear birds chirping not far away. His girlfriend looked at him affectionately, and he returned the same affectionate look, his head lower and lower, until he was about to kiss.

—Then he stopped.

The Master said, "No."

He pushed the woman away indifferently and stood up. The woman looked at him puzzled, and in the next second, a pair of hands grabbed her neck. He Shenyan felt her struggle until she died, until she died.

Tears welled up in his eyes. The false memory Poppetua had implanted in him was causing him to feel instinctively heartache.

He killed his girlfriend and future wife with his own hands, someone he decided to be with for the rest of his life.

He Shenyan raised his head and looked at the still sunny sky: "What do you want to do?"

There was no answer, only screams all around. It was sent by the men and women who were having a picnic in the park. They watched in shock at the man who suddenly murdered his girlfriend. Some of them with a sense of justice rushed up and tried to bring him down, and more people called the police.

A man rushed over and cursed him angrily, calling him a cold-blooded pervert. He Shenyan agreed in his heart, but only agreed with the first half of the sentence - he was indeed cold-blooded and ruthless.

Then, he punched the guy with a backhand. Unbiased, just hit on the chin, the man was knocked to the ground and fell into a coma. He Shenyan raised his hand thoughtfully, looked at his fist, and muttered to himself, "How long has it been since I fought with my fist alone? Hmph..."

A smile flickered across his face.

"Magic..."

He bent over to avoid the grapple of a man who had obviously practiced, was big and had dumpling ears, but was still brought down by He Shenyan two or three times.

"It's really convenient."

A guy charged with a baseball bat from behind him, He Shenyan didn't turn his head, an elbow hit the bridge of his fragile nose. He grabbed the baseball bat backhand and hit him in the stomach. While he was wailing, he took a sandwich from a picnic basket not far away and took a bite.

"It tastes good, and your craftsmanship is good, girl."

He Shenyan glanced at the body of his girlfriend, who was lying on the grass in a white dress. There are blue-purple bruises on his neck, his face is puzzled, and his wide-open eyes are staring at him. And he was crying slowly.

Are those memories really false? I got along with her little by little... We spent eight years hand in hand, from high school, college, until now at work. We bought a house in New York and lived a carefree life. I am a lawyer and she is a doctor. We should have a great future.

And now, I killed her with my own hands.

The sandwich slipped from his hand.

He Shenyan thoughtfully stroked the tears on his cheeks. A tear swept out of his eye socket, dripped between his fingers, and smashed into pieces. This seemed to be some kind of beginning, he couldn't help sobbing, sadness swept over him, and guilt, anger, and all kinds of negative emotions made him kneel on the ground and start to cry.

However, in the next second, he stood up again. Swinging a baseball bat in a cry that made everyone horrified, knocking a man trying to approach him to the ground.

"You...better...don't come here," he sobbed. "I'm not very able to control my emotions right now..."

Then, the police car roared.

"Sir, put down that bat and then kneel on the ground with your head in your hands so no one gets hurt," the uniformed officer said to him solemnly, holding a .357 revolver in his hand. . He Shenyan looked at his face and couldn't help showing a smile.

"Well, well...you took my magic," he muttered. "And threw me here and had an American policeman point a pistol at me...and then? What's going to happen?"

His smile made the officer horrified, and the smile of a man who was sobbing not long ago, you know, you're probably dealing with a lunatic. And here in Gotham, the lunatic has always been synonymous with danger.

The officer swallowed and repeated his warning: "Sir, I'll repeat it again, put down the bat, kneel on the ground with your head in your hands - eh?!"

He stopped abruptly and clapped a hand on his shoulder, nearly throwing the gun out of his hands. The officer turned to look and saw that it was his chief, Jim Gordon. The gray-haired middle-aged man looked at him calmly, his mustache shaking.

"Let me come, Will, I happen to know this gentleman." He gently patted Officer Will on the shoulder and told him to go to the back.

Jim Gordon didn't choose to draw his gun, he calmly walked to He Shenyan with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, Ho. Remember me?" he asked. "Jim Gordon, GCPD chief. We just had dinner last week, and you're going to work with the police on some policy, and you're going to help people who've gone the wrong way because of a one-off... Now look Come here, you also went the wrong way because of a momentary crazy idea."

Gordon pulled his hands out of his pockets earnestly, and behind him more police cars were roaring toward him, and he said, "Listen, Ho. I don't want to hurt you. You've always been a sane and peaceful person, everyone. I like you and compliment you. Even the waiter in the restaurant who has only met you once is full of praise for you."

"She must have **** you off for something like this, right? Put the stick down, we'll talk, and I can help you—okay?"

He Shenyan let go of his right hand, the blood-stained club fell to the ground, and the bones spun and slid away. He Shenyan was still standing there, covering his face with his hands and sobbing.

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief and continued to approach at a gentle pace, his plan a success. In just a few more steps, he'll be able to pounce and arrest this good lawyer who has suddenly lost his mind, with a pair of handcuffs in his right pocket, which Gordon has the confidence to put on his white hands.

- However, He Shenyan suddenly released his hand, and the face revealed was not a crying face, but a smiling face.

That smile made Gordon shiver.

"Ah, Gordon. It's better to be famous than to meet. You are such a good policeman." He Shenyan tapped his temples. "When I came to Gotham for the first time, I only knew that you cooperated with Batman. I didn't have a clear understanding of your ability. Now it seems that you can be the leader for no reason."

He spread his hands, indicating that he didn't have any weapons in his hands: "Look, I don't have weapons. But why are you so afraid of me?"

Gordon took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He squeezed out a smile: "It looks like you've calmed down, very good. We should be able to communicate normally now? I'm not afraid of you, He. It's the smile you just smiled...that smile reminds me of one person."

"Who?"

"I don't want to say his name." Gordon shook his head. "But you should know, every Gotham knows who he is. You're a Gotham native."

"Actually, Gordon. Today is our first time meeting." He Shenyan said softly. "And I'm not a Gotham."

He was completely insane. Gordon thought. I should have expected it long ago. He has been in contact with the clown so many times. It is because of the clown that he became a lawyer. How could he not be crazy? Alas, hopefully Batman comes soon.

"You're waiting for someone." The madman standing opposite him said abruptly. "I think I know who you're waiting for, Batman, don't you? Well, he usually only comes out at night, but it's three in the afternoon. I wonder if he'll be there right away."

"I'm already here."

A voice broke into their conversation.

He Shenyan looked up, and a man dressed as a bat was looking down on him from the tree trunk above his head. So he smiled and beckoned to him: "Hello, Batman."

At this point, his consciousness fell into darkness.

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