American comics: Because I am Batman

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Batman emerged from the sea, spat out a large mouthful of water, and narrowed his white eyes tightly.

He felt that his return to New York City was probably far away.

The Speed ​​Force was too difficult to use. He didn't know if one year would be enough time for him to adapt to the Speed ​​Force.

In his opinion, the experience of using the Speed ​​Force is really not good. It is a bit like running in water, and like there is a big invisible hand behind you pushing you forward.

In short, it is uncomfortable to run and even more uncomfortable to turn.

Just now, he rushed straight into the sea with one step, unable to even turn around on the Batplane.

Fortunately, those black water monsters were relatively close together and were knocked into the sea by him at once.

"I'm going back now..."

Just as Batman was talking to Brucie in the Batcave, something suddenly grabbed his foot and pulled him into the water.

"Brucey? How can we drive these guys away completely? With this number, they will destroy the solar panels!"

After kicking away the black water monster that was grabbing his feet, he reached out to grab its neck and threw it at another black water monster that was approaching. Batman asked Bruce eagerly.

"They only attack flesh-and-blood creatures. Don't worry about the solar panels, they won't care."

"What about me? I'm surrounded!"

"Good luck."

He used the spikes on his arm armor to cut open the rotten armor of a black water monster, and then smashed its head into pieces with two punches. Batman twitched the corners of his mouth in a funny way.

Using all his strength, he smashed the heads of the dozens of black water monsters that surrounded him, and Batman climbed back into the Batplane panting.

"The strength is good, thank you for your hard work. But now is not the time to rest. The black water monster will come soon. Hurry and dive back to the Batcave!"

"If you don't tell me, I will go back immediately!"

Batman flipped the joystick, and the rope originally holding the solar panel suddenly retracted, and the Batplane crashed into the water like a dolphin diving into the water.

After returning to Brucy's Batcave, Batman, who jumped to the ground, couldn't stand it anymore and took off his bat mask.

A gush of water came out.

"Wow, he looks quite handsome."

Seeing Wayne's appearance, Brucy gave an emotionless compliment.

"Thank you for the compliment."

After replying to Bruce politely, Wayne found a place to sit down.

Now his whole body was covered with water, and he felt extremely uncomfortable inside the bat suit.

"Do you want to take a bath or something? My manor is above here. You can go up and try it. My bathroom is very good."

"I'm sure your manor is not as waterproof as the Batcave!"

Wayne didn't believe that the Wayne Manor in this world could survive the disaster and not be flooded by the sea.

Bruce didn't speak, but pointed to Wayne in the direction of the Batcave: "Then let's solve it in the Batcave.

There should still be some fresh water here, but not much.

As soon as the electricity is supplied, there is no hope of hot water.

As for clothes - just make do with it! "

Wayne nodded. Compared to the discomfort he felt all over now, he was more than willing to bear the cost of wearing funny clothes.

Anyway, the only "living person" here is Brucey.

As he passed the Batcomputer, Wayne glanced at the weathered corpse and asked Brucey.

"What was your original design intention for this Batcave?"

“Surviving a hundred years after nuclear war.”

"Almost the same as mine."

Wayne, who agreed with Brucey's Batcave design, took a shower with cold water that had a weird smell, then put on something that looked like an oversized prison uniform, and then ate some that had been there for who knows how long. of emergency food.

These should have been prepared by Brucey for the refugees when she transformed the Batcave into a shelter after the end of the world.

But now let him, a refugee from another world, use it first.

The problem is, forgetting the water, he can still tolerate it, but those self-heating foods are really...

Just when he had just finished eating and was sitting under a huge dinosaur model, thinking about whether to grab his throat or not, Brucey floated over.

She didn't seem to have any intention of hiding her identity as a non-human being, and Wayne didn't seem to have any intention of asking.

She told Wayne: "Although the power system has not been fully restored, there is still no problem in turning on the computer."

Wayne frowned, embarrassed to say that he was full, a little nauseous, and a little sleepy, so he had no choice but to follow Brucey to the Batcomputer.

Business matters.

Arriving in front of the Batcomputer, Wayne saw that the computer system had been turned on, and the UI for entering passwords was similar to the one he had there.

"password is……"

"Martha!"

Wayne typed "Martha" on his own, and then the Batcomputer, which didn't belong to him, turned on.

"How do you know? Your mother's name is Martha too?"

Bruce's eyes widened, looking a little unbelievable.

"Huh? No, my mother's name is not Martha...Okay, let's see first, how long has it been?"

Wayne didn't want to answer this question, so he pointed to the date and time in the lower right corner and asked Bruce.

"Huh? Actually... only so much time has passed?"

"How long was that?"

"Ten years." Bruce said firmly: "Ten years have passed since this planet was submerged."

Wayne turned his head and looked at the dead bones on the chair. It took ten years to turn a corpse into the skeletal appearance it is now?

"Ten years is enough time... When he died, my body was not even cold!"

Brucey looked at the bones with nostalgia and pain, and said slowly.

"Then, if only ten years have passed..." Wayne put his hands on his hips and trembled. The clothes felt very uncomfortable, a bit like linen: "Will there be some humans surviving in this world? "

Brucey motioned for Wayne to click a button.

"There are some rebels, but this is information from ten years ago. Now my satellites have become space junk. I don't know if these locations are outdated."

Seeing the satellite positioning map opened by Wayne, Bruce said helplessly: "Besides, I don't recommend you to go find them... To be honest, what do you think of land creatures that can survive in this kind of world? They all have problems.”

"Are you talking about you?"

Wayne wrote down the locations and teased Bruce about them.

“I didn’t know biology had a definition of ghost.”

Bruce followed Wayne's gaze and saw the screen. There was only so much she could do, and she couldn't touch anything except Batman from this other world.

"No matter, I'll take a nap and then go out to try my luck. Maybe I can find a few like-minded people."

"you sure?"

Faced with Wayne's words, Bruce frowned: "Those guys outside, do you think you can trust them?"

"I don't know." Wayne found a carpet that felt softer and lay down on it: "But I understand that trying to restore this world to its original state by myself is simply a fantasy!"

Looking at Wayne who closed his eyes and fell asleep, even though he couldn't breathe, Brucey sighed.

"Why do you want to save this world without hesitation?"

Bruce looked at the sleeping Wayne and asked with some confusion.

Of course, Wayne couldn't answer her. He only slept until he woke up naturally.

Brucey has disappeared.

Wayne scratched his head and looked at the Batcomputer again, which still showed the locations of those human strongholds - although Wayne himself had no hope of finding any living people.

However, he really needed information.

Brucey obviously doesn't know how to deal with the seawater that has flooded the entire world. If there are other people in this world, there will be more hope.

He looked down at his hands, opening and closing them, and there was generally nothing wrong with them.

He touched his back and saw that the bioelectrical signaling device was still functioning, and there was also a spare set on the Bat Plane.

Walking to his Batsuit, Wayne held the Batmask in both hands and slowly put it on his head.

Brucey floats down from her Wayne Manor to find Batman gone.

Floating outside the Batcave, I found that the Batplane had also disappeared without a trace.

"Did he really go out to find someone?" Bruce had a bad premonition: "Can he really trust those people?"

Batman himself doesn't know this problem, but he is willing to give it a try.

Flying the Batplane in the sea toward the first human stronghold, Batman glanced at the dark ocean outside from time to time. To be honest, he had a vague phobia of the deep sea.

But his mental endurance is strong enough.

"Her GPS positioning actually has a Z-axis. This is really good news -" Finding that the destination was directly below him, Batman praised Brucey's positioning: "If I have the chance to go back, I will too." Make one!”

The Batplane begins its descent.

Although the Batplane has been through a "fierce battle" for nearly two days, because it is in the water, its fuel usage is almost zero, so Batman only needs to save some electricity.

Of course, the Bat Plane's combat capability in water is almost zero, and he can't handle even the slightest movement.

So you have to be careful.

This is a place that looks a bit like a nuclear war evacuation facility. Looking at the thick walls, it is estimated that ordinary nuclear bombs really can't do anything with it.

Batman couldn't do anything with it. He didn't know how to get in and see if there were any humans inside.

After circling the facility for a long time, Batman finally gave up. He couldn't even find the door.

Echolocation cannot be used in the sea.

Pulling the operating lever, the Batplane flew away into the distance.

At this time, in this facility, a sloppy lady holding a cigarette and wearing a beige windbreaker drank a glass of wine.

"Damn Constantine, you already owe us twenty broken souls!"

On the bar, a ferocious-looking devil yelled at her: "You come here every day to eat and drink for free. Do you think we are holding a charity meeting?"

Constantine glanced at the devil angrily, then lit the cigarette in his mouth and said, "Nothing in arrears."

"Are you still in arrears?" The devil hit the bar with his fist, causing the wine glass to break: "If you don't settle your debt before the tide goes out tomorrow, I will..."

"You can pour me an extra glass of wine!" Constantine reached out and patted twenty small, exquisite red crystals on the bar: "I want it full!"

The devil changed his face very quickly, licked his lips and swept all these things into his pocket, and then looked at Constantine with a smile: "I know, the old rules! I have always been like this! Children are innocent!"

Constantine rolled his eyes again.

The world is hopeless, she just wants to live in a dream every day, but this is difficult to achieve.

These devils who ran out of hell are different from demons in that they are born liars and deceivers, while demons are simple destructive maniacs with serious violent tendencies.

To be honest, Constantine doesn't like either the devil or the devil. And she believed that neither side liked her.

However, there is one advantage of this shelter taken over by the devil - that is, the devils are indeed innocent in their "business".

All the living materials here are from hell, brought here by these devils.

Originally they wanted to exchange human souls, but Constantine was still there.

Although she was unreliable in everything she did, she was very good at tricking the devil, and it was as easy as eating and drinking.

But, you can’t really keep having these devils for nothing, right? What if they don't come? How can the people in this shelter survive?

At this moment, Lucifer suddenly emerged from hell and said something to Constantine.

Most of those black water monsters were transformed from humans, so they should still have residual soul fragments in their bodies.

Constantine understood what Lucifer meant, and she did it, condensing the black water monster's soul into soul fragments.

This stuff is the hard currency in this shelter.

"Constantine, as expected, you must be drinking here!"

Zatanna walked in with her hair tied in a high ponytail.

When the sea flooded the entire world, Constantine pulled her into this shelter at the last moment.

But she won't thank Constantine for this - because the magic that Constantine uses to teleport comes from her mother!

She was pulled in by Constantine, she and Constantine were both saved, and her mother was gone.

Although Zatanna also knew that it was her mother who voluntarily sacrificed her life to save her life.

But she just couldn't accept it, especially when Constantine was drunk and dreaming all day long, she was even more disgusted.

"There's something I need you to see!"

She grabbed the wine that the devil gave to Constantine, and then looked closely into Constantine's eyes: "Are you listening to me?"

Constantine glanced at the "hostage" in Zatanna's hand and could only accept his fate: "You say it!"

Zatanna pointed outside, leaned close to Constantine's ear, and said, "Bat!"