American Comics: Gambit Guide Batman

Suddenly, Barry felt like foam that was washed away by the water in the wash basin and into the sewer pipe. He was quickly pulled out of the current world by a force, and then he found that he was floating in a universe made of golden light.

, he heard a voice shouting in his ear.

"Run! Barry! Run!!!"

He unconsciously followed the voice. In this empty space, there were no physical restrictions. He ran faster and faster, and the more he ran, the more hearty he felt. It was as if all the depression and grievances he had felt during this period were absorbed by him.

Left behind.

Keep running, Barry reminded himself, if this was a dream, he would have to run faster than all the troubles, so that when he woke up, at least he wouldn't be broken into a cold sweat by the nightmare.

"Do you think this is a dream?" said a voice.

"Who are you? Where am I now?" Barry instinctively slowed down, as if he wanted to wait for the figure to appear.

When the voice appeared again, he said: "Don't slow down, keep increasing your speed, and then you can see me."

Barry had no choice but to continue running with his head down, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster...

The golden light became more and more intense, until it turned from a thin pale gold to a rich golden yellow. Barry turned his head and saw a shadow running side by side with him.

As his speed became faster and faster, the shadows gradually condensed into reality. Finally, in the endless light, they stopped, but they did not leave this world, but floated quietly in the warm light.

among.

Standing opposite Barry is another version of himself.

He is very young and looks like a college student. He is wearing a sweatshirt with cartoon patterns printed on it. It is the kind that Barry usually likes. He still has a little baby fat on his face. His face is rosy and his eyes are bright. He looks like

very healthy.

"I am you from the future, and we have met before." The college student Flash said, "I think you should still remember that the last time we met was at Gotham School of Magic."

"Yes, you asked me to choose Rodriguez College."

"Just to bring you here." The other party said without hesitation: "I don't want to talk about fate, but almost every Barry Allen will get the Speed ​​Force, and we will eventually become The Flash."

Barry understood everything. In order for his future self to obtain the Speed ​​Force, he suggested that he join Rodriguez College so that he could meet the two troublemakers, Bruce and Harley. After going through a series of hardships,

came here.

"I don't understand." Barry frowned and said, "How can this be? I mean, how can I go back to the past and arrange my memories when I have all the memories in the future? This is ridiculous."

"No, this is not absurd at all." The young Flash shook his head and said, "It's just that you still have a choice to make now."

"What?"

Barry looked into the young Flash's eyes, and he saw a complex emotion there. He opened his mouth to ask, but the young Flash's mind had already drifted back to a few days ago.

In the office of Dean Rodriguez of Gotham Academy of Magic, Schiller yawned sleepily after explaining his entire big plan, and Constantine also stood up, stretched and said: "No matter how good the movie is,

We can’t watch endlessly, I think we should go back and rest for a while, the exciting things are yet to come.”

"I agree." Pamela also stood up, nodded and said, "Next time, you have to be more prepared. I can be responsible for the snacks. Who is going to buy the wine?"

"I'm preparing drinks." Bruce put the pillows on the sofa and said, "If it's a family party-style movie viewing, then I have to invite you to Wayne Manor. I also want to call a few friends over."

"God, didn't you want to call me Jack again?" Constantine spread his hands helplessly and said: "Then we got very drunk and started playing cards, and he took my little king away from his hand and refused to admit it... Okay

Well, well, if you must ask him, remember to call Gordon, only the Sheriff's handcuffs can cure him."

"I don't care." Zatanna shrugged and said, "I'm quite interested in your crocodile friend."

As the group of people walked out, Bruce said: "He can't come. In order to build the facilities for the music festival, construction sites are busy with work. He works three jobs a day and is busy until midnight. He has no time to watch movies."

"Hal and Oliver probably don't have time either. They are busy harvesting spring wheat in Mexico, but Diana and Clark may come. They are quite interested in themselves in another universe."

The few of them chatted for a few more words, and then parted at the door of the dean's office. They had been immersed in the construction of Gotham Academy of Magic during this period, and had not done many things in the surface world, so after the meeting, they basically returned to the surface.

The world handles miscellaneous real-world matters.

Schiller was reinstated at Gotham University. This was the condition for him to invite Anna and Victor and other non-magic college professors to come to the magic college to help. After he left, the freshman reception desk stopped accepting new students at all. Roy was a foreign student because

I made countless calls to Anna’s office to complain, and Anna almost went crazy.

Greedy was the one who originally returned to the office. He thought it would be interesting to work here for Pride for a few days. Then as soon as his butt stuck to the stool, he heard a "kakaka" sound coming from his ear.

.

Turning around, a paper shredder with a wide, jagged mouth floated in the air, one person staring at the other with big eyes.

Then Greedy knew why Mediocrity was bitten by a shredder and howled in the abyss for three days. The shredder given to him by the arrogant student was fucking alive and could bite six hundred bites in three seconds.

When Arrogance returned, he found himself standing on the decorative line at the top of the corner wall of the office, about three meters above the ground. Hui Wu immediately said: "I didn't bring him up here. I didn't even know you had such a thing."

Motor cells.”

Arrogance stepped on the decorative line and lowered his head. When he saw the paper shredder staring at him with a big mouth open, he immediately understood where the greedy motor cells came from.

It turned into a cloud of gray mist and floated back to his seat. Arrogance casually pinched a ball of paper and threw it to the shredder. After a slight smashing sound, the paper ball disappeared, and the shredder quietly floated back to its original position and lay down.

, smacked his lips, and there was no more movement.

Seeing the papers piled high on the table, Schiller shook his head slightly and said, "If nothing else happens, it may be filled with academic garbage until it vomits in the next week."

Just when Schiller was immersed in grading papers and digging for gold from shit, there was a knock on his office door.

On the other hand, the fact that Schiller now has an independent office does not mean that his academic status has improved. It is mainly because other professors do not have such good motor skills as him.

Schiller raised his head, turned to look at the door and said, "Please come in."

Entering is Barry Allen, the young version.

Schiller raised his eyelids slightly, showing a look of interest, but no matter what it is, it is more interesting when reviewing papers than academic garbage. Schiller put down his pen and looked at the young Flash who walked in, and said

: "Long time no see, any results recently?"

"Uh, interstellar psychology...wait a minute, I'm not here for an academic report. I have something to ask, professor."

"Is it related to psychological theory, or is it related to your own mental state?"

The Flash was stunned for a moment and asked instinctively: "What's the difference?"

Schiller stood up and led Flash to the single sofa by the office window. He asked Flash to sit on one side and he sat on the other side. He put one leg on the other and said

.

"First of all, let me state that I am a psychologist and a professor of psychology, not a practicing psychologist. Although I am licensed, the last time I had a psychological consultation was a long time ago. I am not sure.

Is my professional level somewhat rusty?"

"You should understand the gap between theoretical psychology and applied psychology. If you really have a very urgent need for psychological treatment, I can ask another of my practicing psychiatrists to come out and treat you."

The Flash opened his mouth, and Schiller said in advance: "Don't bother me. The experience accumulated over the years is very important and cannot be replaced by theoretical level. And he is also happy to do so."

"No, I mean can I hear your opinion first and then ask him?"

Originally, this even slightly offensive suggestion from Barry should have made Schiller frown, but as soon as Schiller saw the Flash's face, he thought of the paper he brought to him when he traveled through time last time. The level of this paper

It can compete with the graduation thesis submitted by Evans, and it can even be ranked among the top three papers that Schiller has received since he came to Gotham to teach.

Schiller had an unimaginable amount of patience for such students. He did not feel that the request was too much. He nodded and said, "Let's talk about your specific problem first."

"I'm Barry Allen, but just one of them."

"What's the meaning?"

"Baby Barry in the current timeline will awaken the Speed ​​Force due to being affected by an event in another universe in about three days. He is faced with a choice, and I am the Barry in the timeline who is the result of one of the choices.

Allen."

"What choice?" Schiller asked again.

The Flash pursed his lips, as if he was troubled or nervous, and then he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Schiller. The next second, Schiller saw endless black waves in his eyes.

Schiller raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

"He can choose to take away the dark origin power buried deep under Gotham. This power will be merged with his Speed ​​Force, making him the unique Black Lightning in all universes...that is, me."

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings of the Flash's body began to flash with a golden light like lightning, but in a second, the thunder from the depths of the universe finally returned to the universe, becoming dark and mysterious.

The Flash's originally soft hair was fluttering in the wind, his eyes were filled with rich darkness, and his voice seemed to come from deep space.

"This is an extremely powerful force, the most original darkness plus the most original speed. When I run, the dark multiverse is like dust passing in front of my eyes..."

"Then why did you come here?"

In an instant, the dark power and the speed force disappeared, and the Flash turned back into the simple college student, but the worry on his face did not diminish at all. He sighed deeply and said.

"Because it's unstable and I lose control."