All Worlds Madhouse

at some time. somewhere

No one knows how this happened.

In short, the Superman here, like those in the surrounding universes, has a drastically changed temperament. He dreams of ruling the world and becoming a god on earth.

Ironically, this was not a delusion for him.

Solar storm? Darkseid's mind control? Or is it Lex Luthor's conspiracy? People spent a long, long time seeking answers because, deep down, they still believed in the righteous nature of Superman.

But the answer points to the worst possible path.

Superman has truly become a god. He controls everything in the world and kills those who resist or who he believes should be dead.

This dominance intensified until one day, the moment Lois Lane fell in a pool of blood.

Batman completely lost confidence in this 'friend'. At that moment, he understood that all speculations and excuses were irrelevant. What he had to do was to stop the other party.

"I really... longed to live your life, Clark. I believed in the world you promised us. You gave me hope for a better future... But now, I know it was all a lie. ...In this case, I won’t let you hurt me again.”

Batman said this, pressed the button on his belt, and his body immediately changed: rock-hard skin, glowing red eyes, and a torso lined with bones. People are no stranger to this image. This is Superman's former enemy - a thing called [Doomsday].

Under the influence of the Doomsday virus, Batman finally abandoned all his illusions about Superman. He was no longer ruthless and just wanted to kill the other person.

And if Batman wants to kill someone, then that person is already dead, and God is no exception.

Finally, a long stone thorn penetrated Superman's chest.

"I thought I would feel sad when he passed away, but it turned out to be the opposite. I could only feel anger growing inside me, anger that I had suppressed for too long."

Looking at the dying Superman, Bruce felt extremely relieved.

Batman knows that Superman fooled everyone. He made people believe that the child of hope would always be by their side, fighting for them; saving them, inspiring them, making them better - it was this belief that deceived them. All of them have plunged the entire world into destruction step by step, and have turned themselves into hopeless monsters.

However, at this moment, everything was finally over, and his body was about to collapse due to the erosion of the Doomsday virus.

"Am I going to die?" Bruce Wayne thought.

However, just when he was about to close his eyes, the scene around him suddenly changed. Bruce Wayne found himself in a cell, and his body miraculously recovered.

"Hey, it's time to eat!" A voice came: "I forgot, is there anyone in this room?"

As he spoke, the sliding window on the cell door was pulled open, and then Wayne saw a middle-aged man with yellow hair and a cigarette.

"Oh, there's someone there." The man clicked and pushed the sliding window shut, and immediately, a plate of food was stuffed under the door.

Bruce Wayne was stunned. What happened?

Dozens of Bruce Waynes were pulled into this world and imprisoned in an underground cell. They spent more than a year here, during which time they tried to escape and explain everything before them. However, they all ended in failure.

Time passed slowly, which made these former sinners realize that maybe this was the punishment they had to face.

In this cage, alone and helpless, waiting to die.

However, suddenly one day, everything suddenly changed.

The cell door of the old Bruce Wayne was suddenly knocked.

This was a bit ironic, as if he could open the door from the inside, but he still said: "Please come in."

Immediately, the cell door was opened.

Bruce Wayne saw the person outside the door, and his mouth opened uncontrollably.

The man in the red tights is the friend he once begged for - The Flash.

But at this moment, the Flash seemed to have just experienced a terrible battle. His body was covered with shocking gunshot wounds. Every single hole almost tore his body apart. Wayne simply couldn't understand it. , why can he still stand in front of him now.

Oh, no, he wasn't standing, because at this moment, one of the Flash's legs had been amputated, causing him to lie on the ground in a weird posture. The blood flowed out of the single hole and pooled on the ground. Make the smell in the air bloody.

"What's wrong with you?" Wayne asked subconsciously. He pushed the wheelchair and wanted to go over and help him up.

"I just had a fight with a guy, and now, I'm going to die!" Flash said.

Bruce Wayne was stunned. A boy had a fight? Could it be said that that person would use a gun to shoot The Flash like this?

However, before he could react, the Flash immediately interrupted his thoughts.

"Give me your hand."

"What?"

"Give me your hand!" The Flash said with difficulty: "Don't you want my power? Then, I'll give it to you now."

At the same time, in another cell.

Bruce Wayne, who had lost his lamp ring, huddled in the corner.

He knew what he had done, so he would not think about escaping from prison. He had not even thought about other plans of his own, or even thought about why he was here.

He just kept shrinking like this, and he didn't know how long it had been. Was it a year? Or three years?

He was also waiting for his final punishment, dying alone like this.

However, just when he adapted to all this.

"Dang~"

A crisp, sharp sound rang in his ears.

A ring just fell out of thin air and fell next to him.

That ring was too familiar to Wayne. It glowed with light green, as if it was chasing its owner from an infinite distance. It came to this cell and hit the ground hard with its body, trying to arouse the owner. The last bit of desire.

The ring of lights called to him.

Another room.

I don’t know which Bruce Wayne this is. During his long life in prison, he was not killed by the [Doomsday Virus], but survived.

It has been a week and no one has come to deliver food or say anything to me.

There seemed to be something going on in this cell, but he didn't know anything about it.

Bruce Wayne knew where his limits were. He could hold on for a week without food, but he had almost foreseen his own death after a week without water.

"Finally. Am I still going to die?"

He thought about it, and then he felt a sense of relief.

However, at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door.

Wayne was stunned. He could tell that the footsteps were not that of the gangster holding a cigarette, and he had already figured out who the owner of the footsteps was.

In the past ten years, he has studied every habit, every movement, expression, and personality of this person, including of course the footsteps, so there is no way he heard it wrong.

Not long after, the door in front of him made a click, which was the sound of the door lock being opened. Immediately, the door was pulled open.

Just like Wayne thought. The man stood quietly outside the door.

However, at this time, he was not wearing that ridiculous blue clothes or that red cloak.

Instead, he was wearing a suit and his eyes, just like how he usually looks when he goes to work.

"Hello. My name is Clark Kent. Nice to meet you."

the man said.

Bruce Wayne was stunned: "Hey, what the hell, do you and I need to introduce ourselves?"

The man who called himself Clark nodded: "Of course, because you are no longer in your original universe."

"What did you say?"

"That's the literal meaning, so you may be familiar with me, but I actually don't know you." Clark said: "I don't belong to this plane either. In my world, I am just the editor of Planet Daily. Although I I have some powers that are different from ordinary people, but instead of using it to help others, I hid it and became an ordinary citizen until one day, I was pulled into this world, just like you."

Bruce looked at the other person in surprise: "Drawed to this plane? Who did it?"

"Of course it's you. In this plane, besides a lunatic like you, who else would do such a terrible thing?" Clark's voice was very calm, without any ups and downs.

"But why?"

"There's no time to explain this. I'm about to die. I'm here this time to give you my power."

Bruce Wayne simply couldn't believe his ears. From the first second he was pulled into this plane, he knew that something must be waiting for him, rebirth or death. Anyway, there must be some reason. However, he never expected that when the cell door was opened, he would get such an answer.

"Are you going to die? What happened?"

"Just now, I had a fight with a man." Clark Kent continued: "He is stronger than I thought."

With that said, Clark unbuttoned a button on his blouse and opened it.

Bruce has never seen a body like this. The man's chest in front of him is like a cracked granite stone. The dense lines have spread to every inch of his skin. Among the shocking cracks, there is this A golden energy was flowing, as if he would shatter in the next second.

"I will definitely die. All me, you, and friends you have known or not known in the universe will die. That is what we have to do. Now, I have to pass on my power."

He said and took out a small bottle from his pocket.

This small bottle was made of lead. Although there was nothing strange about it, Bruce Wayne's pupils shrank suddenly.

He knew this bottle. Just a second before he came to this prison, he used the medicine in this bottle to kill Superman.

"Doomsday virus? What are you going to do?" He almost shouted.

"Don't think too much, this is not [Doomsday virus]." Clark said: "Doomsday is a monster created with my genes, so fundamentally speaking, it is actually a creation of mine, but it is a failure. works, and this one is the successful one.”

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"Superman serum, it can give you all my power, and it won't affect your mind."

When he said this, the cracks on Superman's body were gradually expanding and had spread to his neck.

"Take him!"

Clark said calmly.

"Why. What exactly happened in this world?"

"Go to your Batcave. There is someone there who will give you the answer."

"I can't" Bruce looked at the serum in Clark's hand and shook his head.

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However, he did not wait for the other party's response. Bruce raised his head and was surprised to find that the man in front of him was motionless.

The cracked marks on his body gradually dimmed with his heartbeat.

"Plop - Plop -" jumped a few times at the end, and then returned to a calm sculpture.

Bruce was at a loss. When this friend who had been killed by his own hands died in front of him again, he felt an unprecedented sadness.

Bruce reached out his hand and took the potion from the opponent's hand.

"The Batcave? I'll go check it out, brother."

After that, he crossed the other person's body and walked out of the door.

Outside the door, there is a very long corridor. On both sides of the corridor, there are doors. It seems that many people were once locked here, but now these doors have been opened. .

At this moment, a person walked out from a place not far from him.

Another Bruce Wayne, but he was walking, looking down at the thing in his hand blankly. It was a ring.

He seemed to have noticed someone staring at him, so he raised his head and met each other's eyes. Both sides saw a kind of surprise in the other's eyes.

At the same time, in a door further ahead, another person came out, or to be more precise, someone came out in a wheelchair. It was an old man, but everyone could recognize that it was an even older person. of myself. In the old man's hand, he held a blue ball of light, with streaks of lightning seeming to shuttle rapidly inside.

The three Bruce Waynes looked at each other without saying hello or saying a word to each other.

Finally, the old man broke the silence.

"Are you going to the Batcave?"

"Yes."

Bruce Wayne, holding the potion and pinching the ring, replied.

The old man smiled.

"Then let's go together"