Batman carefully observed the hole in front of him.
It's not that there is anything interesting about this hole, but Batman always feels like he has seen this hole before, especially when he wants to get closer to the hole and look down along the hole, he feels that psychedelic and dizzy feeling
Reminded him of another hole.
Batman has been to Schiller's spiritual world. He knows that there is a hole in the ground of Schiller's mind palace, and this hole looks like that hole. According to Schiller, the hole in the ground of his mind palace leads to
Dreamland.
So this is also a hole leading to the dreamland?
Batman doesn't think this hole was made by Schiller, because Schiller has his own passage to the Dreamland, so there is no need for him to drill another one here. This hole was probably made by Robin King.
This explains one of Batman's previous doubts, how did Robin King know that Arkham Batman had killed the Joker.
It’s not like he knew in advance that there must be such a Batman in a certain universe, and even if he knew, how could he use the exhaustive method to pick out the Arkham Batman so quickly in the vast universe?
But if it is through the dream kingdom, everything makes sense. According to Schiller, there are no secrets in the dream kingdom, and everything about human beings will be reflected in dreams that reflect their subconscious.
The fact that the Joker got into his head must have been very exciting. Arkham Batman couldn't sleep well for a long time. His dreams were beyond his control, so maybe there was information about his dreams in the Dream Kingdom, and this information fell to
In the hands of King Robin.
Another question comes, how did King Robin enter the dream kingdom?
Batman doesn't know how much power Schiller has in the Dream Kingdom. He only knows that if Dr. Schiller goes to the Dream Kingdom first, then he must have a way to prevent anyone he doesn't want to see in the Dream Kingdom from entering.
Did Schiller put it in on purpose? No, if that was the case, he would not have allowed Robin King to hurt Arkham Batman like this, even if it was Arkham Batman's own mistake.
That means there are still some things happening that are beyond Schiller's control. Schiller did not gain the upper hand in the game with another behind-the-scenes mastermind, and Batman doesn't even know where the game happened.
This can't go on like this, Batman thought. Even if he couldn't know the specific plans of both sides, he still had to know what they were fighting and how far they had reached.
The key lies in Arkham Batman. Both sides must attach great importance to him, because he is indeed special enough. Since they chose the battlefield here, it is impossible for Batman in this universe to escape.
"He's leaving now?" Poison Ivy looked at Batman who turned around and left, a little strange, and said, "Don't you study this hole? It looks like where the damn culprit came from."
Batman shook his head and said: "This may be a bait or a trap. I have got enough information for reasoning. Let's go."
"where to?"
"Looking for the Batman of this universe."
The two of them quickly returned to the safe house, and the journey back went smoothly, probably because Batman had solved the strange things in the fog before, and they would not reappear for the time being, which gave them some time to breathe.
But after returning to the safe house, Batman's heart sank to the bottom, because Arkham Batman's state was very wrong. The two of them came in, but there was no reaction from the other party.
This is not the vigilance a Batman should have. Either he is dead, or he is not conscious at all now.
Batman stepped forward to check the situation of Arkham Batman, and he found that it was indeed the latter. Arkham Batman had lost consciousness. It was not because of serious injuries or because he was asleep. He was completely unconscious.
Batman activated the detection device on his armor and found that Arkham Batman's brainwaves were almost non-functioning. In magical terms, his soul was not here at this time.
If not here, where would it be?
In the dream world, Cat City Gotham, in a dark room underground, Arkham Batman was tied to a chair. There was only a flickering screen in front of him, and what was playing on it was Arkham Knight Jason.
Encountered dreams.
Arkham Batman watched all this in silence, until he saw Jason falling asleep in the motel, and his fingers tightened unconsciously.
"No, Jason, wake up..."
Jason woke up at noon the next day. He didn't have a mobile phone, so he couldn't receive the call, but he knew very well that he should have been fired from his day job because he was absent from work without reason on the first day of work. Of course
It's impossible to go on.
But his body was still very sore. After a night of high fever, the seams in his bones were tingling. The mere act of sitting up made him break out in cold sweat. The feeling of weakness never subsided, but became stronger and stronger.
But there was one thing Jason had to do. He still had a little money left from yesterday's work. He found a nearby convenience store and bought a sewing kit. He squatted on the roadside and took a few breaths before heading towards
Walking to Spider-Man's house.
The weather today is not very good either, the wind is howling and it's snowing again.
Jason finally reached Spider-Man's house, but although it was not a high-end community, it still had access control, so forcing his way in was definitely not possible. Fortunately, Jason had memorized the route before and sneaked in.
Spider-Man's home is not high, only on the third floor. Normally, Jason would just go up there casually, but today he was not in a good condition. It took a lot of effort to climb the outer wall, so much so that he could not stand on it.
When I got to the balcony, I was out of breath from exhaustion.
Spider-Man went to school and there was no one at home during the day. Jason opened the window and walked in. He soon found the small teddy bear broken into two pieces under the pillow.
Spider-Man definitely can't sew this thing, but Jason can't. Jason can be a tailor, and his hands are always very skillful. How skillful he is depends on the remaining three cool tires.
Jason checked the broken part. Fortunately, the bear was genuine and the fabric was relatively thick. The only troublesome thing was that the cotton had been turned out and it was a bit difficult to stuff it back evenly.
This job was not difficult for Jason at all. He could have done it in less than half an hour. But today, his head was dizzy and his hands were shaking. He had to stop and take a break while doing it, and in the end his eyes were all wet.
Can't open it.
Fortunately, he managed to work up the energy to finish sewing the doll, but he couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep leaning against the wall with his teddy bear in his arms.
Jason was woken up by Spider-Man, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of wide eyes.
"Jason, why are you here? And this doll in your hand, I mean... did you buy a new one?"
"No." Jason shook his head. His body still felt heavy, but he still managed to cheer up and said, "I fixed it, what do you think?"
Spider-Man carefully took the doll, looked left and right, carefully checked the connection between the head and body, and let out a scream.
"This is impossible. Did you repair this? It doesn't look broken at all! Tell me, where did you buy another one?"
"I told you, I fixed it." Jason sat up impatiently, but his expression was still a little distracted.
In the end, Spider-Man found the flaw because he saw the sewing kit next to Jason's body and found threads of the same color at the seams, which were obviously not the threads at the seams of the original product.
"Oh my God!" Spider-Man was completely stunned. He looked left and right with the teddy bear as if he had seen a ghost, and then looked at Jason in disbelief, as if he could not imagine such a strong person at all.
How did Han sew the doll together?
Spider-Man's expression became a little nervous. Jason exhaled, looked at him and said, "Say what you want to say quickly."
"No, I definitely didn't say that what you did was not good. I also cherish the fruits of your labor, but I just... I mean, if it breaks again, can you give me a show..."
"I can't!" Jason lowered his voice and said, "Take your doll and get out of here!"
Spider-Man didn't notice it at all. He sat down next to Jason, leaned very close to him, poked Jason's arm with his elbow and said, "Hey, please teach me how to sew this thing."
?What kind of technique did you use to sew their broken joints together?"
Jason closed his eyes and did not answer, and Spider-Man began to wail again: "Don't be like this, I was joking just now, I really think it's amazing, there must be some special skills in it, just tell me."
Jason was still silent, and Spider-Man realized something was wrong. He put his head close to Jason's face and took a closer look. It was so long that Jason had to reach out and push his head aside.
"You look very bad." Spider-Man reached out and touched Jason's cheek, then retracted his hand as if he was burned, and started yelling again, "Oh my God, you have a fever! And it's not that bad.
light!"
"Aunt! Aunt!!" Spider-Man began to shout loudly.
Jason used his last strength to pull him back and said, "I'm fine, your family..."
But Aunt May had already opened the door and came in. When she saw Jason, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing. Spider-Man quickly rushed to his aunt's side and said, "Fever-reducing medicine, Aunt, my friend."
I have a fever! And it’s a high fever!”
Aunt May immediately ignored the question of who Jason was and how he got in, and rushed to Jason's side at a fast pace, faster than Spider-Man.
She put one hand on Jason's forehead, opened his eyelids with the other, clasped her hands together and screamed, "Ben!! Ben!!! This kid has a high fever!!!"
Ben Parker also rushed in, pushed aside the two people in front of him, checked Jason's condition in the same way, and said to Spider-Man: "There are no antipyretics at home, go to the community hospital to buy them.
Just buy the ones we commonly use at home.”
"He looks a little dehydrated, buy some more glucose." Aunt May added, then she reached out and patted Jason's cheek hard and said: "Hey, young man, don't sleep. Have you eaten?"
Jason slowly shook his head based on instinct.
"Is this child mentally retarded? He doesn't eat even though he knows he has a fever?!" Aunt May's voice was harsh, as if she was scratching the window, and she shouted loudly: "Peter! Buy two cans of waffle mix on the way!"
"Got it! Auntie!"
Jason's consciousness had completely sunk, and hazily, he thought, okay, that's it, I have a fever, I need to rest, let me have a good sleep.
Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in the darkness, and a hand filled with daggers scratched his cheek.