Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

"I wonder how long it's been?"

Batman stumbled, holding on to the wall.

Behind him were three or four members of the Assassin's League who fell to the ground and fainted.

In this dark maze with blurred vision, a week had passed since he entered it.

During this period, he fought off waves of assassins.

Among them, he also suffered a lot of injuries.

Batman clutched the left side of his waist and abdomen.

His leather armor was scratched, and a medium-deep scar was engraved on the opened flesh, reminding Batman that if he continues to drag it on, he will meet death!

Hungry, tired, painful, bored, angry.

These negative emotions are crashing into Batman's heart like waves, roaring and trying to drive him into madness.

"Snapped!"

Batman pressed against a wall and moved his body with difficulty.

There was no exit from this maze, and what the damn bastard told him was just a lie.

As a master of the human mind, Batman could tell that the guy really enjoyed seeing him suffer and suffer.

"They want me to fall, but I won't fall."

Batman leaned against the wall and moved slowly.

When I turned the corner, the familiar stone sculpture of a giant owl came into view.

"here."

Batman's eyes were bloodshot, staring at the huge stone owl.

A trickle of water flows over the bird, and flows from top to bottom into the pool.

Dry mouth and tongue.

Batman rolled his tongue in an attempt to produce some saliva.

However, he couldn't keep his tongue moist after not drinking water for a long time.

"It is a very wrong choice to enjoy the enemy's food in the enemy's base camp."

"But if I don't drink water, I will die soon."

Just like a poor student who sees two bad multiple-choice questions A and B in front of him, he can only choose the less bad one.

Batman staggered to the pool.

He reached out his right hand and reached into the pool. The cold and biting water made him shiver.

"Wow."

Hold water to drink.

The sweet and delicious liquid moistens Batman's mouth and burning stomach.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The incandescent lights overhead hit the ripples of the lake, reflecting the twisted bat hood.

Shen Mo stood up, and the footsteps behind him were as familiar as ever. This was the 168th time, and a wave of people would arrive almost every hour.

Swinging his strong arms, Batman ran into the dark maze again.

"Calm down and focus."

Batman ran through the long dark corridor, and suddenly, the tall figure wearing a white mask appeared at the end of the alley.

"I found you!"

Batman clenched his fists and roared towards the end of the corridor.

"Tell me the truth about Gotham City!"

"Wow!"

The fierce fist slammed forward and then passed through the tall body.

Batman suddenly woke up and realized that what he had just seen was just an illusion.

"They put hallucinogenic drugs in the water."

He fell weakly to the ground, gasping for air.

After a while, Batman stood up again, stumbling to find a way out.

He passed through another bright room and saw coffins arranged neatly. The photo of a child on the lid of the coffin proved that the owner of this place had hunted for children and trained them to be assassins.

"Da da."

The combat boots stepped on the cold floor, and Batman turned his head. He couldn't stay in this place.

When he walked out of the room, the familiar dizziness hit him again.

The vision in front of me gradually blurred.

At the end of the road, the faces of an old couple slowly appeared.

Although he couldn't see clearly, Batman, no, Bruce discovered the identities of the two old men immediately.

"Thomas? Martha!"

Bruce walked quickly towards the two of them, and the two old men smiled at Bruce.

Mother Martha reached out her hand to touch Bruce's cheek with a kind face: "My little Bruce has grown up."

Bruce's shoulders were shaking with excitement, and his lips were trembling, unable to speak.

is this real?

Or is it the effect of the damn hallucinogenic drugs again.

"Yeah, let me give you a hug." Thomas still had the cheerful character in his memory, and the man opened his arms as if to hug Bruce into his arms.

"Shua~"

At the moment when they were about to touch, the faces of the two old men gradually distorted and their miserable wails gradually disappeared.

"Bang!"

Bruce's angry fist hit the marble tile, leaving a large mark.

"I, I can't tell the difference!"

Bruce clasped his cheeks with his hands, the anger in his heart getting stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but want to open his mouth and shout loudly.

But Batman, who exists in his mind, warns Brusmer to speak out and be exposed.

"It's all lies."

Bruce's voice grew deeper.

Batman took a deep breath to let go of the anger in his heart, and he returned to his calm demeanor.

His keen hearing noticed the footsteps behind him.

In the dim darkness, Batman was secretly alert.

"Da da da."

Shoes hit the floor rhythmically.

Then, a finger snap sounded slowly.

The tunnel was illuminated by dazzling lights, so intense that Batman couldn't help but cover his eyes.

Remove your hands again,

This was a narrow passage with an exaggerated length, and at the end of the road, Batman saw a figure standing quietly at the corner, and the white light stretched his shadow.

As the man moved around, the shadow gradually became shorter, and Batman silently took out the batarangs from his tool bag and kept a watchful eye.

He was ready to fight.

The moment the figure appeared, Batman also threw several darts in his hand.

The sharp blades on both sides shone with a dazzling cold light under the light, and their dark color made them look like two black lightnings striking the figure.

They stab at both sides of the figure's abdomen one on the left and the other on the right, ensuring that they hurt the opponent without killing the opponent.

"Kacha!"

Contrary to Batman's expectation, the fast-flying dart disappeared out of thin air as if it had been disturbed by something.

His eyes fell on the figure.

Black suit, white mask.

The mysterious man is holding two batarangs in his hand.

"I always like to play with small toys that are not worthy of being put on the table. You really disappoint me now."

The mysterious man sounded a little frustrated, as if the battle of life and death in Batman's eyes was just a child's play house to him.

now,

Gino was a little disappointed. He hoped that the current Batman could become the "omnipotent" Batman in the future and take out the Hell Bat suit to fight against him.

But, just think about it.

Gino played with the bat darts in his hand. The person who would eat the most darts in the future would undoubtedly be Comrade Joker.

It's a pity that today's clowns don't know which circus to perform in, or which shabby tavern to perform embarrassing and boring comedy jokes.

Gino looked at Batman.

Standing in the light, Batman wears a black cape and looks like a large black moth.

His eyes were bloodshot and he looked tired.