A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

"Hey, what happened, Bruce?"

The woman's familiar voice sounded again.

In the dark alley, her smile was so gentle and her eyes were full of doting.

"Nothing, mother, let's go."

Bruce's eyes scanned the surroundings, and there were many dry and rotten branches piled under the three dim street lights. He walked over to a pile of branches and picked the thickest one.

"Well, when did you get a new hobby, Bruce? Weren't there enough twigs in Wayne Manor?"

The woman looked at the smelly branch in Bruce's hand and didn't stop him.

"Jewelry, wallet, everything..."

"Snapped!"

Before the homeless man finished speaking, Bruce rushed forward and hit his wrist accurately with a branch.

"Come on."

The pistol fell into a puddle of sewage beside the gravel road.

"you......"

The homeless man was startled, but then he took out another gun from his pocket.

"Bang! Bang!"

The bullet seemed to have taken two turns, deliberately avoiding Bruce,

Once again, men and women fell in pools of blood.

Bruce kissed his mother just like the previous two times, and listened to his father's last words, his figure gradually blurring in the pattering rain.

"Hey, what happened, Blue...hey."

Bruce looked at the concerned woman and said nothing. He just walked forward and pulled his father who was about to speak over, and hugged the two of them tightly.

"I love you, Mom and Dad."

"Oh what's going on, Bruce. I love you too."

The woman gently rubbed Bruce's head.

"Bruce, we're always here."

The man bent down and looked directly into Bruce's eyes, and kissed him gently on the forehead.

"Jewelry, wallet, everything..."

"Crash!"

Before the homeless man finished speaking, a group of bats suddenly flew out from the depths of the dark alley.

Surrounded the four people and kept circling.

"Ok?"

Albert watched the four figures in the picture gradually disappear among the bats, and vaguely felt something was wrong.

"Crack!"

The next moment, a huge gash opened on the top of Albert's head. On the opposite side was a dark alley with no street lights, and endless bats kept flying out.

"Whoever you are, thank you."

A low voice sounded, and a figure wearing a bat suit walked out of the crack.

Bruce raised his head, his broad chin raised slightly, looking down at Albert,

"Thank you for letting me make up for that night,"

Bruce paused, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes,

"At least I tried my best."

Albert looked at Bruce and was stunned for a moment, but his super memory allowed him to react immediately.

The first time there was only one streetlight in the alley, but every time after that it was different.

There are also the branches that appear for the penultimate time, and the bats at the end.

"You're welcome. After all, the night is your home court."

Albert spread his hands.

I don’t know when Bruce discovered that this was actually the diffraction of nightmares. In short, Albert, who used this ability for the second time, didn’t notice Bruce’s subtle influence on the dream at all.

Or maybe that night in Crime Alley was simply a defense that Bruce deliberately hid deep in his heart as a bait.

Regardless of whether he is now the peak human being who is as resourceful as a demon and whose mortal body is comparable to that of a god.

But he seems to have burned all fear away,

In Albert's perception, Bruce in front of him had nothing to fear in his heart!

"Since you say I am an Avenger, who are you?"

Although Bruce had left the nightmare vision at this time, he still did not relax his vigilance.

He has seen a lot of supernatural powers, and even among the psychic superpowers he has seen, no one can penetrate his heart.

No one can understand him completely, not the mentor of the Shadow Warrior Alliance, not Alfred, not even himself!

But the man in front of him not only made his identity clear, he even understood himself better than he did.

Bruce braced himself and stared at the man in front of him.

But in the next second, yellow sand surrounded him, and the man who trapped him in the dream had disappeared.

"boom!"

Bruce only felt that he had been punched hard. When he opened his eyes again, he was already back in the ring.

The entire audience looked at this scene in disbelief.

The bat just got knocked down!

"Hahaha!"

A burst of laughter broke out in the audience,

"I'm rich, and he wins when I buy it!"

The fat man pointed at Albert on the stage, threw the crutch aside, his face turned red.

Then all kinds of shouts and curses started one after another, and the crowd began to commotion.

"boom!"

Albert hit the bat with violent fists and kicks. He knew that he had just taken advantage of the small time difference to escape from the dream in advance. If Bruce reacted, he would have no chance of winning.

Fist, kick, leg, all attacks hit the bat's right rib!

When Albert had almost forced the bat to the corner of the ring, he swept it with a high whip kick,

"call!"

There was no sound of flesh colliding, just a strong gust of wind.

The bat suddenly made an iron bridge backwards, and Albert's legs slid over against his belly!

It was not good, but Albert did not panic at all. Instead, he showed no force to the bat, while turning sideways and tightening his abdomen.

Sure enough, Bat got up with superhuman reaction speed and hit Albert with a left hook in the abdomen.

"hiss--"

Although he was prepared in advance, Albert also took a breath of cold air and squatted on the ground in pain.

Bat dodged forward, rushed behind Albert like a ghost, wrapped his right hand around Albert's neck, reached up with his left hand, and the naked choke was immediately formed!

The whole place fell silent again, dumbfounded as they watched the two reversals in succession.

"Tell me who you are and how you know my name!"

The bat's deep voice came from his right ear, and the gradually increasing strength made it difficult for Albert to breathe.

"if not?"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll have to go find Varev."

But there was even a hint of a smile on Albert's lips, and he even heard Bruce's deliberately disguised ferocity.

After listening to Fatty talk about Bat's record in the first few games, he concluded that Bruce had just made his debut.

At this time, he has not seen the darkest side of the city, and has not experienced the baptism of sin. He will not even seriously injure a boxer whose hands are full of blood in the black market boxing ring.

He hasn't become the real Batman yet!

"I...I would like to try...try..."

Albert said the last word with difficulty, and immediately used all his strength to twist to the left.

At this time, as long as Bruce exerts force, his arteries will be severely compressed or even burst, and he will die in a short time.

"what are you doing?!"

Bruce couldn't believe Albert's actions. How could this man be more desperate than those lunatics from the Shadow Warriors Alliance?

He did not exert force immediately, but used his toes to try to turn in the direction of Albert's movement.

But it was too late. The moment's hesitation gave Albert's left fist room to exert force.

"boom!"

Bat's black tights immediately sank, followed by two crisp "clicks".

Albert's accumulation of punches and kicks all exploded at this moment, and the bat almost flew out after being hit.

Bruce fell to the ground and took a big breath. He vaguely felt that the broken ribs might have been inserted into his lungs!

His vision began to blur, and he could only vaguely see Albert limping up to him, bending down,

The surrounding area was filled with crazy and incredible shouts from the audience,

"Welcome back to Gotham, kid."