Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

The familiar golden stream of light flashed through the Speed ​​Force channel, and he gained nothing more from this trip.

Running in the Speed ​​Force channel, Gino wiped the lipstick marks on his cheeks while activating the Speed ​​Force.

The surrounding space and time were distorted, and that familiar scene flashed past him again.

The howling wind passed by his ears, and when the white light dissipated from his field of vision, Jino stood in his own manor again.

The familiar shady grassland, the high midday sun makes the whole grassland feel warm to the touch.

"Master." The old butler Jack pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his eyes, held a letter in his hand and handed it to Jino respectfully with both hands: "There is your letter."

Jino raised his eyebrows. He looked at the old butler with a normal expression and concluded that the time flow rate he traveled to the past did not affect the real time.

Gently picking up the letter and opening it, an old photo made Gino laugh.

The black-and-white and slightly green photo shows a young and beautiful girl standing side by side with a smiling boy in a photo studio.

At the bottom of the photo, there is a bright red and attractive lipstick mark.

"Diana." Jino smiled helplessly and shook his head.

Indeed, before he left, he told the girl where he came from, and when he flipped through the photos, he saw the beautiful words "British Museum" on the back of the photos. Based on this, he inferred that this letter might have been posted a few weeks ago. Sent.

"Forget it, let's go see her." Jino was a little helpless. After all, it was just a blink of an eye for him, but for Diana, decades had passed.

"Bang!"

Above the towering yet undecorated high-rise buildings, the sky in Gotham City is as gloomy as ever.

The pungent smell in the air is something that only old Gotham can smell. Only the smell of Gotham can be so authentic and refreshing! That’s it!

Let’s not even mention Gotham City’s poor air quality.

On the hanging tower on the highest floor of the abandoned building, two figures were fighting with each other.

"Hahahahaha!"

Crazy and slightly horrifying laughter echoed on the hanging tower. A guy wearing a purple windbreaker, with a thick layer of white powder on his face, was bending over and laughing, while not forgetting to stab someone with a knife in his hand. The black cloaked figure in the distance.

His dirty green hair kept swaying like a crazy drug addict.

The corners of the mouth, which seemed to have been cut and bloated by a knife, opened, revealing yellow teeth. He shook his head and teased the silent shadow: "What goes in with six legs and comes out with two legs?"

"Bang!" He responded with a heavier fist than before.

Batman expressionlessly punched the opponent in the cheek. Seeing that the person was about to stumble off the high building, without thinking at all, Batman swooped down and reached for the hook on his waist to wrap around the opponent's trousers.

Pulling the grapple lock gun lets the man gradually return to the tower.

Batman stared at the jester's face costume that looked like the ugliness used by the royal court to please the nobles in ancient times.

While Keno was going through a lot of bad things, Batman wasn't idle either.

The guy he knocked down called himself "The Clown."

No one knew his origins. He seemed to appear out of thin air and launched a series of special persecutions against Batman in Gotham City.

Including but not limited to robbing a gangster bank, forcing a group of gangsters to cooperate with him, and then using the power of the gangster to organize people to start assassinating Gotham's upper class, causing chaos in Gotham City.

It seems that the meaning of this guy's existence is to prove that the world is originally disordered, but chaos will last forever.

But in the end, with the support of his money power and his own mind, Batman stopped the Joker before he planned to play the ugly experiment of human nature in which the two ships exploded against each other.

The guy who was hanging upside down shook his head in regret, his slightly sharp voice full of regret.

"You, you."

"Can't you just let me die?" His tone was sincere, as if death was indeed a relief.

now.

In the rich night, the dark knight wearing a visor stood on the tower, and corresponding to it was the mad prince hanging upside down.

The two are positive and negative, as if confirming the light and dark of Gotham City.

In a daze, Batman seemed to think of the sentence he once saw in the newspaper.

"Gotham is."

But at this moment, the clown spoke again, his body swaying in the night wind, and the pale smiling face said: "You won't kill me because you want to prove yourself right, and I won't kill you either, Because I am a good teacher and I just want to teach you what is the truth.”

Batman ignored the Joker. He knew the other party's intentions. The Joker is such a madman. He doesn't care about money and power. He only cares about madness and chaos. Perhaps to use the words he learned from an Eastern sage, the Joker always wants to It proves that human nature is evil, and I don’t want everyone to suppress themselves and completely release the evil in their hearts.

The clown continued to chatter:

"You always want to prove that this city can be saved, and you want to prove your pathetic and pitiful misplaced sense of justice."

"But I think." The clown shook his head: "Why can't you smile more?"

Batman finally fixed the hook lock on the hanging tower. He was silent for a while and finally said: "You should go to Arkham Asylum."

"Then there must be a bed reserved in my room!"

Accompanied by the clown's maniacal laughter, SWAT officers swarmed behind him.

Ignoring it any longer, Batman waved his cloak and quietly jumped down from a tower hundreds of meters high, gradually disappearing without a trace under the cover of night.

Wayne Manor.

When Bruce Wayne, who looked tired, was sitting on his sofa, his butler Afu brought a photo album.

"I think you should see this, sir."

Bruce took the photo album casually.

It's not because of his arrogant attitude, but because the continuous fights with the Joker have already consumed his physical and mental energy. That guy is undoubtedly the most difficult opponent Batman has encountered in the past few months since his debut. Compared with him, the Riddler is even better. Apparently much cuter.

His eyes fell on the photo album, but the moment Bruce saw the photo album, his breathing became rapid, and his originally slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened and widened.

Otherwise, there was an old photo in the album, but what surprised Bruce even more was the figure next to the beautiful girl.

The tall figure, perfect facial features, and slightly cold eyes gradually overlapped with a figure in Bruce's memory.

"Thomas's nephew, Geno Luther?" Bruce looked up in disbelief, not sure where Ah Fu got the photo.

"This photo was left by my great-grandfather and was taken during World War I."

Listening to Ah Fu's words, Bruce nodded. He knew that Ah Fu's ancestors were British.

Ah Fu replied respectfully: "I suddenly discovered it when I was cleaning out my own clutter."

Bruce lowered his head in silence, looking at the figures in the photo album, his thoughts racing.

Could it be that Geno Luther has lived since World War I?