What bad intentions could Batman have?.

at last.

It's a moment like this.

On every cold night, dark night.

When the cruel wind was raging and the slow waves kept hitting the corroded and broken wooden piles.

William Hand would always recall the distant roar he had heard countless times.

Horrified curses, then horrific blows, painful screams, low groans, dull gunshots, followed by silence.

Salty, mixed with blood and sweat.

The musty air is sucked into the fearful heart and stomach, and the blood circulates from the heart to the neck, then gushes out and flows on the chest.

The deceased opened his hands desperately.

listen. This is not the time to dwell in pain, nor is it the time to waste time.

Fear lingers in my heart as life passes.

There are so many things that can take away lives - weapons, made for a war that has never been fought, guns, grenades, rockets, launchers, or...

The chaotic nightmare caused by a 5mm bullet that penetrated the neck.

Then he felt that his jaw was broken like glass, as if a cold spear was piercing his body. The artery was finally unable to stop the surging blood flow, and it was a fatal injury.

Then he finally felt the coldness of the end of life filling his body. Immediately afterwards, the coldness transformed into an obsessive, orgasmic feeling of happiness that overflowed from the heart to the soles of the feet, just like inhaling reading material.

It's so warm.

So happy.

It was like he was swimming in his mother's warm amniotic fluid until he couldn't extricate himself...not like his mother in reality.

Then the feeling of falling...

Burning sensation.

Like drowning in flames.

There was a fatal warmth everywhere it went, and William Hand knew very well that it was fatal.

He needs to leave.

But no one...

No one can take him out of here.

Because he came here on his own.

It was he who sneaked out of bed, who quietly put on his clothes and left the house to go to the morgue of Hand Funeral Home.

It was he who opened the lids of the coffins that lay there.

He embraced it, he loved it, he became one with it.

It was his choice to seize his own destiny with his own hands.

he……

He couldn't live without the dead. Not just the indoctrination of the Black Death Emperor.

It comes from the heart.

Every day is an obsession.

I'm attracted to it every day. As he grasped those cold hands, he could see the dying scenes of the dead.

This was a great joy to him.

William Hand even began to miss the time when his hobby was not discovered by everyone.

At that time, no one would think he was a monster, everyone would treat him as a normal person, and he could quietly enjoy the care of the dead——

No, this is not normal.

no no!

Things shouldn't be like this, what he did shouldn't be like this...

But there is only sinking, sinking soberly.

And the most painful thing in the world is nothing more than this.

Immediately afterwards...

William heard the sound, and in his spiritual world, the footsteps were as deafening as an earthquake, the walking giant.

batman.

Defender.

the Avengers.

Planner.

Laughter.

Always the winner.

And in the distance, surrounding Batman... were countless blurry shadows.

Either they have skin like black rocks, or they have green appearance, with three pink dots of light on their heads, or they are all kinds of monsters...

They roared, groaned, made inhuman sounds, and buzzed, proclaiming their power to Batman.

They thought they could defeat Batman——

Fatal stupidity.

But they were inhuman opponents, and there was no chance against these guys...no chance.

unless……

Move slowly. Concentrate, forget the pain...focus your willpower.

Then, without hesitating for a moment, when you lose your defensive position, attack!

Wrestling with giant beasts, the earth shakes, the air burns, the echoes ripple, rise, until they disappear into the darkness!

Genius is at work.

Such an outstanding mind can bring revolutionary and humorous new changes to the field of tactical design.

Such skilled hands can complete a concert piano solo, or easily solve a puzzle - or when unable to solve it, violently smash the puzzle to pieces with a hammer.

batman.

Laughter.

Defender.

saviour.

Forever...the winner!

And now he is determined to...

Pull you into the light!

"What the hell???"

The Black Death Emperor frowned...

Well, as a giant skeleton who has not broken through into the color light of the material universe, a lampbeast of the Black Lantern Corps, and a part of the concept of true death, the Black Death Emperor does not actually have the concept of a "brow".

But he really should have frowned and opened his mouth, because what he found was somewhat beyond his expectations and contrary to his understanding.

"What is this?"

In William Hand's spiritual world, the Black Death Emperor, who was transformed into a skeleton, raised his head and looked at the huge bat as huge as a mountain. He didn't know what to do for a while.

The existence of everything in the spiritual world is the projection of William Hand's impression of something. And such a huge Batman means...

"Listen to me, William Hand."

"I have experienced the light of thousands of sunrises on my journey out of the shadows cast by countless self-proclaimed gods..."

Picture after picture appears in the images of William Hand's spiritual world.

Those glorious days... Batman and Superman flew together, flying together over the sky of the metropolis.

Countless people raised their heads and cheered at the departing superheroes.

"...and countless darkest midnights when there is no way forward."

Brainiac's robots were destroyed in the city, and the huge skeleton spaceship was suspended in the city. Everyone was staring at Batman who was confronting Brainiac on the TV.

Then...from then on, Batman was the only one flying over Metropolis...

"I'm glad that I can still stand intact in the darkness of my home and bask in its light."

The sound stirred.

"I've seen new buildings rise out of the ruins."

After disaster there is always reconstruction. People will soon forget the destroyed buildings and the people killed by Brainiac's robots.

The world is always moving forward and always changing.