Batman's Owl Godfather

"Who are Batman's classic opponents?"

Bruce confirmed to Katum that he had not returned to Gotham after all, and he only knew a little about the villains.

I heard a little about it from Katum occasionally.

"There are a lot of them, Mr. Freeze, Two-Face, Bane, Lei Xiaogu, the Joker..."

Katum opened his mouth and spoke a series of names.

Anyway, Gotham is out of control, and no one is in charge of Arkham Asylum. All the guys who should come out have come out.

"So the Scarecrow is out too?"

Bruce suddenly mentioned the name.

No need for too much explanation, Katum understood Bruce's meaning tacitly.

Indeed, in this situation, the ordinary scarecrow has indeed become a very key figure.

Among other things, Batwoman's anti-Martian chemical gas is modified from Scarecrow's fear gas.

"I suspect that Batwoman did not remove all the effects of the fear gas when she developed the chemical gas."

Bruce said, "If this is the case, it can also explain why the gas, which is obviously aimed at Martians, has an effect on humans."

At this moment, he had a bold idea in his mind.

Bruce wanted to experience the effect of fear gas for himself. He had always heard Katum talk about it before, but had never really seen it.

He really wanted to know what he was afraid of now.

When Bruce told Katum about this idea, the owl showed an expected expression.

"It's really your style."

Katum sighed, "Okay, since you want to challenge your weakness, I won't stop you. The fear gas is not fatal anyway, so just treat it as a tourist."

With the owl's assurance, Bruce was completely relieved.

In this way, when he falls into fear, he doesn't have to worry about the safety of his body outside.

…

The scarecrow staggered down the street.

His figure loomed in the mist, humming a tuneless song, as if he were a ghost coming from another world.

The scarecrow wears a rough sack covering his decaying face.

The hem of the shabby coat swayed slightly with his steps, and he held a huge sprayer in his hand, which was filled with a green liquid.

Just as the scarecrow appeared, something seemed to be moving quietly in the dark corner.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the mist seemed to be stirred by a pair of invisible hands, slowly opening a gap.

Bruce emerged slowly, like a shadow rising from the depths of darkness.

"Batman?"

The scarecrow suddenly stopped, and he spread his hands helplessly, "Please, can't you give me some private space? Every time I show up, you will ruin my good deeds!"

Although he acted helpless, there was an inexplicable excitement hidden in his words.

It's no longer a matter of a day or two for Scarecrow to fight Batman again.

Bruce didn't answer. He just stood there, not responding to the scarecrow, but as if he would attack at any moment.

"Well, this seems like your style. You always look like you're not afraid of anything."

The Scarecrow continued, "But fear cannot be eliminated, it is everywhere, even you..."

Before he finished speaking, the scarecrow suddenly raised the syringe, preparing to release the poison gas.

His movements were already very fast, but in Bruce's eyes, they were still as slow as a snail.

boom--

Bruce's body suddenly disappeared from the place, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of the scarecrow. He punched out, knocking the scarecrow to the ground easily.

In the blink of an eye, the scarecrow's sprayer was in Bruce's hands.

"No, you're not Batman!"

Scarecrow suddenly realized that this speed has exceeded the limit of human beings and should not be something his Batman can show.

For a moment, the Scarecrow felt a deep sense of being deceived.

"You...liar!"

His eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and his whole body began to swell, just like the Penguin before, revealing his true form and turning into a huge monster.

The monster roared and rushed towards Bruce, making Bruce pay for the deception just now.

However, what greeted him was blazing fire.

The monster let out a heart-rending cry of pain and slowly turned into ashes in the flames.

Bruce watched this scene quietly, feeling a little depressed.

In the final analysis, the remaining personalities of these villains are like ghosts who do not want to die, clinging to the world just for one obsession.

Waiting for Batman's return.

pity--

Bruce shook his head, throwing all these inappropriate thoughts out of his mind.

"That's not a scarecrow, it's just a Martian monster. The real scarecrow is long dead."

Even if Batman miraculously returns, Scarecrow will be nowhere to be seen.

…

Bruce and Katum return to the Batcave.

He activated the detection equipment in the Batcave to further test the fear gas.

In particular, compare it to anti-Martian gas to find out what went wrong.

This takes a while.

At this time, Bruce held the remaining fear gas in his hand, looking like he was about to die generously.

"Katum, I will leave my body to you next!"

Bruce repeatedly emphasized, "You must watch out! If there is any emergency, you can just wake me up. I know you have the ability to do it."

"Don't worry!"

Katum gave a thumbs up and said confidently, "Don't you trust me to do things? Even if the world is destroyed, I will take good care of your body!"

Agree so readily?

Bruce felt that something was wrong, but he didn't have much time now. The detection of fear gas was divided into two aspects, one was done by the machine, and the other was experienced by himself.

We must race against time.

"Forget it, even if Katum is unreliable, at least he can guarantee the safety of my body."

Bruce thought so and decided not to consider other things. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Katum's attitude was suspicious.

I simply didn't want to think about it!

Bruce shook his head and finally made up his mind to aim the nozzle of the fear gas at himself and then pressed it.

In an instant, a gray-yellow gas covered Bruce's whole body.

He began to feel a little nervous. What would be the real fear in his heart?

It can't be that he is still his parents and orphan, right?

Bruce really wants to take a peek and understand where his weakness is.

Unconsciously, everything in front of him began to change.

...

When Bruce reacted, he was already standing on the foggy streets of Gotham.

"It's still Gotham?"

Bruce frowned. Is the city of Gotham his fear?

There was no time for him to think about it. Suddenly, the fog around him seemed to come alive, turning into countless pairs of cold hands, tightly grasping his body and dragging him into the endless dark abyss.

The streets of Gotham began to shake violently, the ground undulated like waves, and the buildings collapsed and disintegrated in an extremely twisted way as if they were cursed by an evil curse.

Broken bricks and stones whistled past him, each piece was like the sharp blade of the god of death, and could cut him to pieces at any time.

The destruction of Gotham began.

Bruce saw his parents' graves blown open, and his parents in the coffins turned into terrifying zombies and walked towards him.

Their bodies exuded a foul smell, their flesh fell off their bones, and they approached step by step with heavy steps.

This scene made Batboy tremble in his heart.

He suddenly remembered what Katum said to him when he first met him -

"Resurrecting your parents is just a matter of necromancy. I cast a spell now, and your parents will crawl out of the grave in the next second."

Damn, did I care so much about Katum's words at the time?

Bruce didn't know what to say.

Over the years, he has seen too many extraordinary things, and he feels more and more that Katum's words at the time are likely to come true.

Never forgetting, it becomes an obsession that is difficult to detect in the heart.

Bruce really doesn't want anyone to disturb his parents' rest.

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At this time, the zombie Wayne couple's eyes were burning with green flames, their mouths were wide open, and they let out a creepy roar.

Bruce wanted to reach out to touch them, but found that his hands were locked by huge iron chains.

The iron chain was covered with sharp thorns, which pierced his wrist deeply. Every time he struggled, he felt excruciating pain.

Then, he saw that all the citizens of Gotham had turned into crazy monsters, their bodies swollen and deformed, their eyes bulged out of their sockets, and black mucus flowed.

They killed each other in the ruins of the city, tearing each other's bodies with teeth and claws, and blood splashed everywhere like a fountain, dyeing every inch of land red, and gathering into a piece of blood lake.

And he himself was tied to a huge cross, hanging high above the blood lake.

He struggled desperately, but couldn't break free, and could only watch these tragic scenes.

"Is this also my fear?" Bruce kept asking himself in his heart.

Suddenly, countless scarecrows appeared in the darkness, their figures looming in the blood mist, and they laughed sharply.

"Huh?"

This made Bruce a little confused. The scarecrows were dead, so how could there be a role?

Could it be that...

He suddenly felt that he had grasped something, maybe he had already figured out the problem with the chemical gas!

But now Bruce was still sinking in the fear gas and couldn't break free for a while.

He had to slowly appreciate the next scene.

The scarecrows held various terrifying torture instruments in their hands and slowly walked towards Bruce.

Batboy's heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, and breathing became difficult. Every breath was like inhaling a hot flame, burning his lungs.

In this fearful illusion, all his past failures and regrets were infinitely magnified, drowning him like a surging tide.

What's more terrifying is that he felt that his willpower was being drawn away little by little.

It was as if a dark force was devouring his soul, and he was about to sink forever in this terrifying abyss.

What would happen if he really sank?

It was hard for Bruce to say. He would definitely not die, nor would he be unable to wake up completely. After all, Katum would wake him up.

But this failure would definitely become an indelible memory for him and affect his beliefs.

But——

"As long as I can get through this, my state of mind will be elevated to a higher level, and the world will be full of possibilities from now on!"

Bruce felt a surge of fighting spirit in his heart, and he felt that he had come for the right thing this time.

He looked at the grinning scarecrow, and his expression gradually calmed down.

"Come on."

Bruce said lightly, "Come and help me strengthen my true faith."

...

Supergirl flew towards Gotham City at a very fast speed, and her iconic red cape rustled behind her.

When she approached the sky above Gotham City, she was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of her.

Gotham City seemed to be shrouded by a huge gray curtain, and the fog was as thick as substance, rolling and surging.

The fog spread from every corner of the city, engulfing the tops of the tall buildings, revealing only some vague outlines, like a giant beast lurking in the dark.

She could feel the fog gently touching her skin, cold and wet, like countless small hands trying to pull her into the endless gray abyss.

"Wait, that's it!"

Kayla hovered in place, unable to believe her eyes.

At this moment, in the thick fog of Gotham City, a huge blood-red cross slowly rose up, and the Dark Knight was tied to it, motionless.

"Batman!"

Superwoman shouted and rushed towards the blood-red cross, but when she approached the cross, she went straight through it.

That was not a physical entity, but a projection.

Mind Net!

Kayla suddenly thought of this word in her mind. The telepathic ability greatly improved by the Mind Net can even change reality.

In this situation, the Dark Knight must have had an accident!

The more Superwoman thought about it, the more anxious she became, but she had no way out. The only way now was to find the location of the Dark Knight and then make plans.

At this moment, Kayla's super vision began to work. Her perspective eyes swept across the entire Gotham, just to find the location of the Dark Knight.

However——

For some reason, at this moment, the entire fog began to boil automatically.

Superwoman just blinked, and the world around her suddenly became distorted and terrifying.

The night sky was no longer black, but turned into a blood-red color, as if it was stained by endless disasters.

Kayla found herself back in National City.

It had become a ruin, with tall buildings collapsed on the streets, and the once prosperous neighborhood was now full of broken walls and burning flames.

She heard people's desperate cries, and those voices pierced her ears like countless needles.

Kayla saw her loved ones, friends and family, being tortured by an invisible force.

Their bodies gradually became transparent, and their eyes were full of disappointment and blame for her, as if saying that she had failed to protect them.

She desperately wanted to get close to them and wanted to save them with her own power, but she found that her superpowers had completely disappeared.

Her legs were as heavy as lead, and every step was extremely difficult.

"No! No!"

Kayla suddenly became at a loss, and there was no other way except to scream in pain.

At this time, a faint voice sounded in her ears.

"What are you arguing about?"

The voice said, "I finally enjoyed the fear once, and you messed it all up."

Huh?

Kayla turned around suddenly and saw the Dark Knight standing quietly beside her.

"You are not——"

Keira was speechless for a moment. Wasn't the Dark Knight still tied up in the sky? How could he appear beside her?

Was it another illusion?

She had gotten used to the Dark Knight coming to help her when something happened?

"What am I not?"

Bruce shook his head, speechless for a while, "I really want to ask, do you Kryptonians really have no resistance to telepathy?"

The gas she inhaled had a very low fear effect.

But she still fell into a fear illusion.

How embarrassing.