All Worlds Madhouse

Crime Alley.

That's the name of this alley.

The reason why it is called this is because it is located behind the Gotham Theater, far away from the road, with almost no lights, and no residential areas around it. If you scream here, your voice will most likely be heard. It will be covered up by the loud noise from the grand theater.

It's like a place specially prepared for crime.

Especially after the original site of the Gotham Theater was abandoned, it became a place where almost no one would come.

However, in such a unique place, only one crime has occurred in so many years.

It was a midnight many years ago, when the Gotham Grand Theater was still a gathering place for the upper class. At the end of an opera, a couple, with their eight-year-old child, wanted to cross the place.

They didn't know the name of this alley. If they knew, they probably wouldn't walk in.

But it was already too late. When they wanted to turn around and go back, a robber had already stopped in front of them.

He had a gun in his hand.

Then he easily took away the woman's necklace, the gentleman's wallet and their lives.

Maybe it was the remaining conscience that caused trouble, or maybe there was a siren in the distance. The criminal let the child go. He left him where he was, standing blankly, watching the blood of his parents gather into a bunch. The bright red river flows over my shoes.

I was eight years old that year.

No one knows, I'm Bruce Wayne, no one knows, I'm that kid.

However, these strange phenomena that have appeared for several months are undoubtedly trying to lure me here.

Okay, then I'll see who it is and what trick it wants to play.

So, I turned on my own sonar system, and a sound wave beyond the range of human hearing instantly covered the entire crime alley. This sound wave allowed me to grasp everything around me within two seconds.

Sure enough, I detected three people in the center of the alley.

I disappeared into the darkness and entered the place silently.

Soon, I heard some voices, which sounded panic, nervous, and a little self-blame.

"I know, we don't have time to spend with you, but you can't do this." This was a woman's voice, with a little crying tone.

"Okay, I don't know where you got this thing, but you have to put down the gun. You should be a good boy." A man's voice came over again.

I hid in a high place, quietly, and looked out of the roof.

Then, I saw a man and a woman standing on the ground not far away, and in front of them was a short man. Since his back was facing me, I couldn't see his face, but... The figure was unmistakably that of a child's.

The child was holding a gun in his hand, pointing it at the two adults in front of him.

At this moment, I naturally couldn't hide it any longer. That gun could kill those two people at any time.

So, I quietly landed on the ground, followed the darkness, and touched the child.

However, at this moment

"Bang!" The gunshot that had been in my ears for three consecutive months finally appeared again.

This time, he did not appear in my sonar system, but appeared beside my ears and in front of me.

I watched in surprise as the muzzle of the gun in the child's hand burst into flames for a moment, and the man opposite him also fell into a pool of blood.

“Ahhhh————”

Then, there was the familiar woman's scream.

Exactly the same as in previous months.

Of course, I was surprised not only by this, but also by the fact that I didn't react at the moment when the shot was fired.

I should have been able to react. My batarang should have been able to knock out the kid's gun in time.

Why didn't I do that?

Well, almost in the next second, I stopped thinking about this, because I was already frozen in place, and a ridiculous feeling that suffocated me rushed straight from the soles of my feet to my forehead, and with a "buzz", Every pore in my body began to spasm.

The child spoke.

"You have never been with me"

"You guys only know about business and money."

He said, and then walked towards the woman little by little.

The woman looked terrified. She backed away and then fell to the ground.

At this moment, I finally noticed her face.

I should remember that face for the rest of my life, but over the long years, I have long forgotten her appearance. That woman is my mother!

And lying on the ground, the man in the suit has been completely dyed red. He is my father!

"This this."

I seem to be stuck in a situation where I can't think. Ever since I put on this cloak, I have praised myself as a person with extremely strong spiritual power. I don't think anything in this world can shake my heart.

However, at this moment, I became so small. I could only watch the child move toward my mother step by step, but I couldn't even move a finger.

finally

"I hate you."

The child said the last words.

Then - "Bang!" A gunshot sounded, the sound almost exploded in my mind, and I saw my mother, once again, lying in a pool of blood.

"Damn! This is an illusion! I must be under control, is it the Mad Hatter? Or have I inhaled the Scarecrow's poisonous gas?" I told myself desperately that this was all false, that it was all an illusion.

However, at this moment

The child slowly turned his head and looked at me.

In the Gotham night, the last bit of my consciousness was taken away by him, because I saw his face. No. To be more precise, it was my face.

A face that should obviously be lively, innocent, and childish, but is extremely gloomy. Such a look should not appear on the face of an eight-year-old child.

"You're running away"

Suddenly, the child spoke.

"Who the hell are you?" I yelled.

However, the child completely ignored my words.

"You are a murderer. When you were eight years old, you killed your parents. There was no robbery at all. It was just an incident fabricated by the Wayne Group to eliminate the impact of the incident. And you deceived yourself. Generally speaking, this fictional statement is regarded as reality."

"No! No! You are lying! Damn it, what kind of new brainwashing trick is this! I won't be fooled! It's all fucking fake!"

I continued to yell.

And the child slowly raised the gun in his hand.

"Yes, they are all fake, so I should let you see the real thing."

As he spoke, a hot bullet easily broke through my bat mask and penetrated into my head.