Chapter 1695 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoners of the Batcave (4)
"You, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Spider-Man, who retracted his arm due to tearing off the spider silk, looked at the little figure standing in front of him. He was a young boy with short black hair and blue eyes that still looked bright in the dark night.
But now his face is as pale as a piece of paper, even his lips have no color, his eyes are completely out of focus, and his pupils are a little dilated.
"Hey! Hey! What's wrong with you? Can you hear me? You...wait, you look like Bruce Wayne, God, you can't be his..."
Spider-Man got a little closer and finally saw the other person's face clearly, but just when he was about to further speculate on the other person's life experience, the boy opposite shook his head vigorously, shook his head dizzily, and fell down weakly.
Go down.
Spider-Man rushed forward and hugged him. He looked back at the Gotham City skyline. The most conspicuous building called Wayne Tower had already turned off all the lights. After staying here for so long,
Spider-Man also knows very well that the ambulance will not come at this point.
He touched the side of the boy's neck with his hand to confirm that there was no abnormality in his pulse. He opened his eyelids and looked at his eyes. The eye movement and pupil status were still normal, followed by the respiratory rate and heart rate, which felt slightly abnormal.
Weakness, so Spider-Man concluded that he might be suffering from paroxysmal syncope caused by overexertion.
Spider-Man picked up the boy. He hesitated obviously as soon as he lifted his legs, then turned and walked in the other direction.
Spider-Man takes Bruce to the Batcave.
Batman is not in the Batcave at the moment, but he gave Spider-Man permission to enter and exit the Batcave. This is not a surprising move. Most of his Robins can enter and exit the Batcave normally, but they are unable to use most of them.
It's just dangerous equipment.
When little Bruce woke up, he found himself lying on the experimental table. He instinctively wanted to sit up, his muscles tensed and his expression tense, but soon the strange man with the spider's compound eyes on the hood came over and said.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not a mad scientist. You fainted and I took you to a safe place. I originally wanted to take you back to my temporary base, but there was no complete medical examination equipment there. Obviously you
There is something wrong with my body.”
Little Bruce lay back on the table weakly, and said in a dry voice: "It's not my body that's wrong, it's my brain."
"Generally speaking, it is related." Spider-Man sighed softly. When he performed certain medical treatment measures, he was more gentle than usual. He said like a patient doctor: "Physical examination
The results show that you are too tired, which causes your brain wave curve to fluctuate obviously abnormally."
"I am very tired, but it has nothing to do with that..."
"Listen, kid, I don't want to educate you like your parents, but I really have to tell you that nothing at your age is worth being so tired, whether it's studying and living, or exploring unknown areas, and interacting with your body.
Growing against the laws of brain development does you no good."
Little Bruce opened his mouth, and his lips moved slightly, obviously without making any sound, but at that moment, Spider-Man's spider sense started to alarm frantically.
Spider-Man arched his back and waist muscles and exerted force, almost jumping back several meters on the spot, but nothing happened. This made him turn his head left and right suspiciously, as if trying to find the crisis lurking in the air.
Little Bruce reluctantly stretched out a finger and pointed at his head and said: "The knowledge of the gods... here... is very dangerous... I need... but it must be controlled..."
What he said was so vague that Spider-Man could hardly understand it. He attributed Bruce's current confused and confused state to his mental problems due to fatigue. After another brain scan, Spider-Man
Said: "I'm afraid you need some rest."
"I don't mean to offend, but..." Spider-Man drawled, looked at little Bruce with a little worry and said, "Before that, can I ask you, is your situation related to your parents?"
Little Bruce nodded in confusion with half-squinted eyes. Of course, he was consciously aware that his parents were dead all the time, but the purpose of his pursuit of forbidden knowledge was to know what the world after death was like, so he
It cannot be said that getting to this point has nothing to do with his parents.
But Spider-Man would be mistaken. He thought, what could make a child so tired? Of course it is the oppression of his parents. If the boy in front of him who looks very similar to Bruce Wayne is really related to him, from
If he belongs to an extremely wealthy family, then his parents will most likely make him become like this at an age when he should not be under such great pressure because of his status as heir.
This speculation is quite normal and reasonable. Spider-Man thought that if his original family was like hell to him, then he couldn't just send people back so irresponsibly. The behavior of this child's parents has already
It goes far beyond education and involves abuse, so no matter what his relationship with Bruce Wayne is, Spider-Man believes that the two of them cannot meet for the time being.
So, he sighed and said: "You should know how bad your situation is. The owner of this base will not come back in a short time. You can rest assured to live here until you recover."
"I will take the time to talk to Bruce Wayne. Although I don't know if this will work, I think he should be condemned for the wrong way of his education. You can rest first."
After saying that, Spider-Man left the room, leaving little Bruce lying alone on the experimental table with his head full of terrifying whispers. Little Bruce knew how deviant the things he had done before were and would be burned on the rack among other religions.
Ten times is not enough.
But he was still unwilling to give up his glimpse of the forbidden knowledge in the alien hallucination, which contained too many things he wanted to know, such as survival, death, where people come from and where they go...
Bruce is relatively young, so some aspects of his character have not fermented into something more paranoid due to years of isolation. However, Bruce Wayne in every universe is actually the same, and they all have the seeds of paranoia in their hearts.
Once you decide something, you will never give up easily. The more difficult it is, the more fierce you will be.
Almost no Batman in the multiverse is religious, even in his childhood. Little Bruce now seems to be bewitched by the gods, but in fact he is on a completely different path from the believers.
He is not trying to make sacrifices in exchange for knowledge or complete tasks to get answers. He is relying on his own strength to understand the forbidden knowledge he has seen, trying to use human wisdom to forcefully analyze it without paying any price. To be more precise, he is
Plunder the gods.
What I see is mine, and what I can understand will definitely be used by me. This is simply arrogant and almost crazy, but in which universe is the Batman not crazy? It’s just that the direction of the madness is different.
Little Bruce fell asleep in a daze, but the things in his dream were even more terrifying. The whispers that only made him unable to concentrate when he was awake turned into real weirdness and horror in his dream.
Suddenly, little Bruce was awakened. Before the dizziness of falling from the huge black hole completely dissipated, he saw a pair of red bloodshot eyes staring blankly at him.
When little Bruce's eyes focused, he discovered that the man who was almost lying on the experimental table had messy green hair, a pale face, a narrow and slender face, a big mouth covered with exaggerated red lipstick, and a pair of eyes.
He looked like he hadn't slept in a year, with deep bags under his eyes and red bloodshot eyes.
This uninvited guest who suddenly appeared looked even more dazed than Bruce. After staring at Bruce for a while, he suddenly let out a series of sharp laughter.
It was too harsh, and this was the only thought that came out of little Bruce's chaotic thoughts, but then the terrifying whisper gradually weakened, and for a moment, little Bruce felt that his brain had returned to normal operation.
.
So, he tried his best to raise his upper body, stared at the weirdo closely, and said like an order: "Hurry, hurry, hurry up!"
"You're not him... you're not Batman." The weirdo suddenly changed his expression, the smile on his face faded, and his expression became mysterious and weird, obviously he was thinking.
He stared at little Bruce for a while, and then said: "No, you are him, you are Bruce Wayne, you are also Batman, but you are not either, you are derailing, what has changed you?"
Suddenly, in Little Bruce's field of vision, the green-haired weirdo showed a ferocious expression. His hands like ghost claws strangled Little Bruce's neck, and then began to squeeze harder and harder.
"Show me what changed you!"
Angry roars echoed in little Bruce's ears, but the suffocating dizziness made him completely unable to resist. As his consciousness became weaker and weaker, the whispers gradually became stronger, and little Bruce saw countless hallucinations.
The door is opening to him, and his soul is about to walk inside.
He should walk into it. If that is the place where people will return after death, then his parents must be waiting for him behind the door. This is the ending he deserves.
But suddenly, he felt the coolness of his sweat. When he woke up again, he found that he was being held on his shoulders, and a strand of green hair floated in front of his eyes in a daze.
The strange man holding him was not strong, but he seemed to have great strength. He was walking down the stairs step by step, heading towards the darker underground, humming strange songs.
He found that little Bruce had woken up, so he spoke in a philosopher-like tone that was completely different from the previous madness.
"I never thought that a bat could create a cocoon for itself. You are completing your transformation, and I will be honored to witness it all."
"If you can live and grow wings, I will see the disqualified monster of my dreams. If you die in the cocoon, I will nail you to Batman's door and let him admire this exquisite specimen with me.
.”
"I won't...become a monster..."
"Then let me see how deep your morality is... at least I'm glad that some wretch in the universe will never have the chance to change you with madness, because you're chasing madness yourself and letting it happen
Change you."
The jolting stopped, and little Bruce found himself thrown to the ground. A figure turned around and walked out of the railing. The green-haired weirdo grabbed the railing with both hands, stared at little Bruce with an eager look and said: "Just stay."
Here, complete your transformation safely, and I will feed you with abundant sacrifices and nutrients. No matter what, you will be an excellent reunion gift for Batman."
After saying that, he wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly he heard a faint call from behind. When he turned around again, little Bruce's blue eyes stared at him intently and said.
"No sacrifices or nourishment...give me more, more...knowledge..."
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