Bat Fight Simulator

At that time, that night, he really couldn't let go of the fact that this man had concealed the truth from him for many years. This damn bastard was the one who had no choice but to tell him the truth after he noticed it.

He was the one who killed his parents, and he was the one who adopted and raised him.

There was something wrong with his education. They were both lunatics, psychopaths, villains, butchers with blood on their hands.

Since they were inseparable, don't think about just fooling around.

Thomas was also a little stunned by the emotional outburst of Claw. How cold and silent he was before, how strong the anger in his eyes was now.

It was so strong that Night Owl began to be moved, and even shaken. If the Laughing Bat was still here, he would find that this man was not so completely indestructible.

"That's dangerous, Dick."

"Of course" Claw laughed when he heard it, and he knew that Night Owl had compromised.

"We were supposed to die together, Thomas."

The bat, who was still fighting with the obviously abnormal isotope, was almost involved in the collapse of the dream. He saw the isotope's figure like a torn card, constantly flying and dissipating, and was completely shattered by the space turbulence.

The whole world was in destruction. Looking down, there was an empty bottle with a faint white light in his universal belt. It was the prop that the night owl asked him to go to this cosmic church to get when he communicated with the night owl before.

Church? Since the world is a dream, what is the difference between the church and the night owl.

At that time, the bat asked the night owl, but the other party mostly kept an attitude of answering if interested, and letting him think for himself if not interested.

But now this empty bottle that seems to have nothing in it is emitting a faint halo, with a kind of holiness. If you look at it for too long, you can even hear the illusion that there is a song of heaven singing.

It doesn't look like an illusion.

"When the world is destroyed, and you have in your hands a Noah's Ark that can only carry a few people."

"Who will you choose to give this new life?"

A misty and solemn voice sounded in my ears, and it was like a holy sound coming from the sky.

The Bat's expression did not change at all, even though he found dense human shadows appearing under the ruins that collapsed into endless darkness.

Countless people whose faces could not be seen clearly stretched out their hands, constantly trying to go up, up, and then reach the only piece of solid ground that did not collapse under the Bat's feet.

Just like a god sitting high in the sky, he could hear the dense pleas and desires in his ears. All living things wanted to survive, seek liberation, or, resurrect.

Instead of being destroyed with this world.

They looked at the bottle in the Bat's hand with crazy desire in their eyes, just like seeing the only spider silk that left hell, wanting to get it, wanting to climb up.

Bruce looked down at the crowd below, dense souls crowded together, and some had begun to slide into the bottomless darkness.

"They were born here and destroyed here." The voice was still telling the past of this universe.

Before Batman killed the Joker, before everything happened, this was no different from an ordinary parallel universe.

But the world was destroyed, leaving no ruins and struggling souls.

They should have been alive, but who took away their home and their possibility of survival.

It was the Laughing Bat.

The smiling Batman destroyed everything and picked up the residue to play a new game.

They have accepted death, but they have tasted the taste of life again, even if it is just a dream.

—— You left, but what you left us is a real nightmare.

A soul whose face could not be seen clearly asked the bat in tears.

—— You did not succeed in saving the world at all.

Another paranoid soul spoke, angrily accusing the so-called hero.

—— Why don't you save us? I don't want to die. I have already accepted death. Why do you give me hope and then take it away?

—— Your game, this is your game.

—— And your game gives us the hope of life and tells us that it is just a bubble, everything will be destroyed, why?

More souls were accusing, and they stretched out their hands in a dense mass.

——Can you pull me, I just want to stand near you, just for a while.

A child's soul asked timidly, he looked at the bottle eagerly.

Bruce looked down, too many, countless dead, no one wanted to destroy, they saw a ray of hope, but it was so far away.

"My choice?" Bruce sighed, he found Robin and other superheroes below, they were pushed by the tide of the dead, they could only passively squeeze in a pile of souls, because they had no entity, they might be squeezed by other ghosts and penetrated by someone through the transparent body.

It's just that the superhero didn't keep stretching out his hand like other souls, but smiled and waved after finding Bruce's eyes on him, and left silently after saying goodbye.

It's obvious that they are not willing to leave the universe they protect.

Familiar faces disappeared one by one, and more ordinary people who were eager to live were left.

"Sorry." Bruce looked at the bottle in his hand and spoke gently.

"I don't know."

"I don't think I have the right to do so."

Bruce was helpless. This was more difficult to decide than choosing between two options.

Because no matter what choice you made, it was a mistake and would only become a new tragedy.

"Don't you want to choose someone you are familiar with?" the voice continued to ask.

"But is this right?" Bruce asked back.

"God, do you think it is really a good thing for a human to have the right to judge the life and death of all people in the world?"

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