Bruce walked down the ladder in a daze as his little granddaughter said, and what appeared in front of him was a scene full of religious feeling.
Stained glass windows, lit candles, white altars, and a sharp knife suddenly appeared in his own hand.
His clothes changed again, turning into a red hooded robe. Not far away, a woman with short hair and no hair was lying on the altar.
Beside him were a group of people wearing old-fashioned wigs, which looked a bit like the style of the Court of Owls, but they all had bat symbols on their clothes.
"Do it quickly, Bruce."
"The bat ritual is ready!"
"Hurry up, we don't have much time."
They were urging him, urging him to kill the woman as a sacrifice quickly.
But it was too late, there was a strong explosion somewhere, everyone was unstable, and some even fell into the blazing fire.
"It's too late, Barbatos is here!"
People passed him and ran towards the ladder to escape the basement.
"No, that woman, I want to save her."
Braving the blazing flames and high temperatures, he moved closer to the altar, and the flames even licked his robe.
However, the woman sat up and looked at him calmly.
"They will not come to save us. They have nailed down the doors. After I melt in the fire, they will build a city on my tomb, marked as your city. I died for you.
"
Bruce's red robe instantly turned into a bat suit, and he dropped his sharp knife. He knew that this beautiful woman was actually the embodiment of his former girlfriends, and they all died for various reasons.
The woman just pulled up a piece of burning cloth to cover her beauty, and smiled at Bruce, with the look of a bat in her eyes.
"They thought I was the door, but I was actually just a stepping stone that allowed you to see the outside through the window, and also allowed the outside to see you. Barbatos saw you."
Bruce gritted his teeth and closed his eyes: "No! That's enough!"
The book turned the page, and he found that he and three other ordinary people in bat suits were being chased by the citizens. The clown mayor had ordered that there would be no taboos tonight!
Anyone can hunt Batman.
At this time, a little girl dressed as Batwoman next to him said to him: "We must hide, hide and survive..."
Car lights were approaching not far away, and the strong light illuminated the street. Countless Gotham citizens were chasing after them, brandishing sharp weapons.
"Damn it! I can kill Batman today too!"
"Yes! It's so fucking cool!"
Several people in bat costumes around him grabbed Bruce and ran into the dark distance: "Run quickly, what are you waiting for?"
"Yes, if we hide in the darkness, we will be safe."
Bruce shook off their hands and watched them disappear into the darkness, standing on the street watching the lights approach.
"No, I won't run away, not again."
Bruce knows that these are all fake and he must find a way to escape.
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Turning the page, he returned to the chemical factory. He caught up with the murderer, but he smiled strangely and jumped into the pool of chemical raw materials.
"Tell me, tell me what you saw?"
The corroded and melted murderer made a sound from the green slime.
"I......"
He suddenly found that the scene had changed, and he became his grandfather Allen Wayne, who was sitting on a high-rise building in Gotham, looking at the entire city through a telescope.
Under a special telescope, he saw many buildings in Gotham at night exuding different colors.
"I saw it...hell, they mixed amber gold into the steel at the Wayne Steel Works! The buildings in downtown Gotham were mixed with amber gold, and the buildings went on and on like a mountain range...
....”
Just when he was about to turn around and leave, a man wearing a hood with round glasses suddenly appeared from behind and stabbed him in the back with a beautiful dagger engraved with an owl, causing blood to spatter.
"For the sake of the court! Allen Wayne, you will follow the path we have arranged!"
Turning the page, he appeared in Gotham during the day.
He was running wildly on the street in his pajamas. The streets with people and cars passing by were the look of Gotham a few decades ago. At that time, Gotham had just been established and people's lives were very peaceful.
Two policemen carrying wooden batons ran over. They originally planned to catch the pervert, but after recognizing Allen Wayne, their attitude obviously changed.
"Mr. Wayne, is there anything we can do to help you?"
"I...I need to find a door, or a window..."
At this moment, the two policemen suddenly disappeared. Bruce noticed a skirt disappearing into the crowd, which caught his attention.
"Hero?" He chased after her: "Is that you? Diana?"
Diana disappeared into the sea of people, but her voice rang out from Bruce's body.
"It's me, Bruce, hold on. Now we convey our thoughts through the resonance of 'metal'. Slade has promethium and n-metal here. We are coming, hold on..."
Suddenly, a black hole appeared under his feet, he fell in, and the sound was far away from him.
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The story turns another page. He appears on a spaceship. In the distant universe, it can be seen that the earth has been shattered. He and Harley Quinn are the only two people left alive.
Some bird-shaped space fighters were chasing them, shooting them with black energy beams.
"Harry? What's going on?"
"Did your head get smashed? You and I ascended the curtain of darkness to avoid war."
He recalled that he was still trapped in the Dark Multiverse.
"I know, there is a window here, I can go out..."
He broke the glass of the spaceship and jumped.
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The story returns to the starting point, the scene of the murder of the chemical plant director. Gordon and the police were escorting the prisoner, and everyone had smiles on their faces.
But the voice of the little granddaughter Janet came from nowhere.
"Grandpa, your case has been solved. Look, Director Gordon gave you a medal, and the mayor, how happy he was on TV..."
But Bruce held down the page and did not turn it. The scene still stayed at the murder scene.
"No, dear, this is the real story, the story of the bat and the bird..."
"Batman, who are you talking to?" Chief Gordon turned to look at him. The matter was over and it was time for him to close the team.
"These bloodstains...are from birds."
He turned around and looked at the blood-stained window. The blood stains on the glass gradually turned into the shape of a bat. The faces of the police around him suddenly changed and turned into the Justice League, but he turned a blind eye. He bypassed everyone and walked straight to the window.
Heading towards the stairs, he found it.
"Birds will be attracted by the reflection of broken glass, and metal will also reflect light. This scene is where I use the blood of my enemies to remind myself that everything before was an illusion, and I will find the real way out of here."
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"Bang!" His granddaughter Janet snatched the storybook and closed it: "No, grandpa, don't change this story, it's too terrible... I don't want you to..."
"No! I have to find a way! I need the truth!"
The little granddaughter who was acting coquettishly in her arms suddenly turned cold. She turned her head in a weird posture like a clockwork puppet, looking directly at him with bloodshot eyes, her face cracked, and her entire gum exposed.
She spoke in a terrifying voice, like a ship hitting an iceberg on a cold winter night: "Then I'll show you the truth!"