Bat Fight Simulator

"I told you, you are the best."

"Since I think so, how could I not recognize my claws."

Looking at the familiar man's back with golden eyes, the player seemed to hear Dick's sigh, but it seemed to be just an illusion, too many noisy whispers around disturbed his senses.

The things in the darkness wanted to stop the two people from moving forward, moving forward, and then it was like walking to the end of the world.

At the end of this journey, Messiah only remembered the aftermath of the chaotic space and the collapse of the world, and his memory stayed on what the man put in what position.

It was like putting some mistakes back in place.

But he seemed to have seen something, the planet itself, it, no, He had died long ago, only the remnants were left, and then it was lifted up by a pale-skinned hand, wrapped in sweet dreams, so that the dead who sleep here forever forget that they have died long ago, and the living forget a part of themselves.

At that time, he heard Night Owl turn his head, but he didn't see the masked face clearly. The other party spoke, asking him to close his eyes.

Messiah never doubted that Thomas would really hurt him, even though he was the most dangerous villain to many people.

So he closed his eyes, and his consciousness also fell into darkness.

Night Owl stood in the center of the collapsing world, and there was no sign of any shaking around him.

Even the complete destruction of the world's debris seemed to avoid this man.

The claws that closed and opened their eyes subconsciously blinked, and the eyes were more pure gold. He looked up at the scene of the space collapsing, as unshakable as the end of the world.

Dick was not surprised, and he did not think it was incredible that the place under his feet did not fall deeper into the multiverse. Most likely, Thomas did something again to isolate a safe enough area.

"What did you do." But Dick's attitude was quite cold. He looked up and looked at the place where the projection of Ben Bat and other members of the Bat Family should have existed. There had been space shattered there, and nothing could be seen.

"I gave that kid some gifts."

Night Owl raised his hand and took off the gauntlet. A large area on his wrist had been assimilated by the data that had invaded reality.

Dick looked at the piece of flesh that seemed to be devoured. The electronic blue light flickered, but it gave people a very uncomfortable sticky feeling.

"What is this?" Dick was really curious and a little worried about the other party's current situation, because the string of data looked like a living thing, and it was still trying to devour more flesh and blood.

"Just a guy who wanted to occupy the magpie's nest."

"Very interesting, I once met a dog who called himself God and said he came to help me."

Night Owl put on the gauntlet again. He just confirmed how much backlash the intrusion into the system would bring him. Now it seems okay and is still within the tolerance range.

Dick checked his physical condition. After losing the player, the self-healing effect of his Dionysus factor decreased, but it was only a matter of time before the residual toxins disappeared. "The system has been stripped from me."

"Are you really okay?" Claw frowned and looked at the man in front of him who still had a straight back. To be honest, at least he didn't want to face the scene of a figure suddenly falling in front of him.

"You are worried about me, Dick." Thomas did not continue to maintain his previous expression, but smiled, and his body movements showed a sense of comfort and pleasure.

"But there is no need. I have been prepared for a long time. I said that I gave the other party some surprise gifts, but it is a good thing that they were not used."

The atmosphere between the two fell into silence again. Claw did not answer the conversation immediately, but quietly looked at Thomas in front of him, and couldn't help sighing. He felt that he was indeed affected by the Messiah.

Dick stepped forward to give Thomas Wayne, his adoptive father and brother, a hug that could not be considered warm, because the body temperature of the living dead was so cold.

Then she spoke in the man's ear, speaking in a gentle enough tone, as if she was affectionate to the women who were always attracted to him.

"Don't change the subject. I'm not that easy to fool, Thomas."

"If you really die, I will ask someone to write a heart-wrenching love novel with you as the heroine, I love you, you love him, he loves me, and finally give birth to 108 babies with the male protagonist who is cheating on eight women."

"Then print it into a book and give it to everyone in the Bat Family and the Justice League of the multiverse. I will also spend kryptonite and money in front of your grave, and even do whatever it takes to ask members of the Crime Syndicate to read aloud and burn the book for you."

Night Owl:?

Dick smiled and emphasized the word "please" in his words. He was indeed determined to fulfill his promise by any means.

Thomas couldn't laugh a little. He originally thought that this embrace was cold but warmed his heart.

But now he just felt as if his body and mind were hugging a piece of thousand-year-old ice from the Arctic.

In the end, Night Owl found that he could not only not deal with the innocent and chubby kid, but even how to deal with his own claws began to become difficult.

"So can you talk to me in more detail, Thomas?"

Dick grabbed Night Owl's collar and pulled him over, shortening the distance between them and making them closer.

The bright golden pupils stared straight ahead, trying to see through the owl's mask and see what the man underneath was thinking.

"Stop trying to hide from me, or even deceive me,"

"You self-willed and self-righteous bastard."

Dick gritted his teeth and clenched his fists subconsciously. He admitted that he was tired of being the one who was always kept in the dark.

He also admitted that he might not understand Night Owl as well as he thought.

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