Bat Fight Simulator

When Bruce heard this, he just raised his eyebrows, his expression relaxed, and he was in a state between Baby Bruce and Batman, and he raised his arm and pointed at his chest.

"But my heart tells me that I already have three wonderful sons."

"Tsk, I thought you would say something like this to make me happy." The knight raised his eyebrows and looked at the old bat across the table with a half-smile.

"Of course, I also have the best butler and the best friends."

"Nice trick to change the subject. I'll use what you taught me to deal with you next time."

"But I was an unfit father and I lost my child for too long."

Hearing this, the knight raised his eyes and carefully observed Bruce's expression that he didn't seem to pay much attention to these words. He suddenly recognized the player's diss. They were really a group of guys who had their mouths to support them when the sky fell.

Jason, who didn't care that he should be included in the mouth-top sky, was pointing and thinking.

"Yeah, you kept that guy waiting for too long, so he won't forgive you. He still has resentment in his heart."

"But for the sake of you finally finding it this time."

"He doesn't mind eating it to see if Ah Fu's cookie skills have improved."

As I write this, I can't help but sigh, if the fate of all people is ultimately a road to despair. So as long as there is a little hope, they can work hard to break free of the shackles and become beautiful butterflies emerging from the cocoon.

It’s not about what the player did or who he saved, but it means that in the dice roll of fate, it’s easier for a tiny bit of hope to appear. (Not lucky or European, more similar to conceptual misfortune and a bug that can temporarily block this misfortune)

It can be said to be a little bit, insignificant, but what is missing in the entire dark, diverse, and despairing endless cycle is this little bit of probability.

Le made a metaphor: spider silk hanging down from hell, yearning for a bright future, but whether they can grasp it depends on their own beliefs and abilities.

Knight: (I will beat Batman when he comes)

Bruce: (haggard) (poor) (but full of fatherly love)

Bruce: My son is so miserable. I want to talk to him.

Knight: Why is he worse than me? Forget it, I won’t beat him.

Player :)

Chapter 40 Ending [Landmines and nutrient solution added]

[System Notification]: It is detected that the player number has been stolen, whether to revoke the permission.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Since he needs it, let him use it."

"I don't really need it anyway." Unit-0 replied absentmindedly, looking at the touching CG in front of him.

[System Notification]: If you are ready to leave the universe, the player and character card will return to the system's personal space together.

【no. 】

"I haven't punched out that punch yet. Why are you rushing away? And it looks like I have to punch him again."

"Jason is definitely not willing to fight Bruce, who is finally willing to talk properly."

"But it doesn't matter, I will punch them all equally." The player replied to the system in a sweet tone, replicating the original tone of the knight at Batman's bedside in this universe with the same proportion.

Regardless of the system, in the temporary screening room made of electronic data, the player watching the scene from a third perspective looked a little disappointed. He looked at the knight on the screen with more reluctance.

Look, this is the world in his eyes. There will always be a barrier and it will never be possible to truly interact.

However, there are always some things that can be passed on even if they are separated by something.

"System, who am I?"

[System Notification]: Player ID, machine No. 1.

"Good answer! Don't answer it next time!"

In the dead electron flow space, in the darkness, only the knight's perspective has clear images and bright colors. Finally, Bruce gave Arkham Knight a hug, warm and gentle, the hug his father gave to the little tired bird who had been away for a long time, separated for too long.

"I am Unit 1, and I am a player."

"I'm the manipulator behind the character cards."

Suddenly, a sigh came out of the dead silence again, but the innocence and brightness in the eyes of the person who spoke the words were not wiped away, and his tone was a little excited and expectant.

"This is a tour! This is also an adventure game with a mission."

"I have to say goodbye to him. I feel so lost and reluctant to part with him."

"But I will meet new people again, bad or not so bad."

"Then, I'll have a good ending! Bad guys!"

After talking nonsense, the player imitates Jason's action of holding up his chin half way. He knows without thinking what the system will advise. It's just that since the vest was not given up before it was almost damaged, why should it be let go at this time?

Isn't this a loss? It can obviously be used in the next world.

But it is different for players, because children always have to grow, and they will grow as well.

Say goodbye to the first friends, and then move on, listen, see, understand, pay out feelings, and then receive good or bad feedback.

"No matter what kind of life, it will continue to grow."

"From vague ignorance - at first I even thought I was Jason, or maybe I was the Arkham Knight, but I said, no matter what, it will gradually grow."

"Even if you will continue to update and iterate, why let me just become a cold and fixed execution program."

Um………………

As if he had awakened from a bizarre fantasy, Dick groaned and opened his heavy eyelids. The blood had long faded from his pupils.

The first thing he saw when he looked up was Batman and Barbara, then Jason and Tim. They were all standing in front of him, their expressions tense.

There was still a lingering dizziness in his brain, and his memory slowly came back, finally freezing at the moment when Pandora first embraced him. What happened after that?

But even though Dick acted like he was back to normal, making everyone present breathe a sigh of relief, his vigilance did not disappear much.