What bad intentions could Batman have?

Finally.

It's time.

On every cold, dark night.

When the cruel wind blows and the slow waves beat against the corroded and broken wood piles.

William Hand always thinks back to the distant roar he has heard countless times.

Terrified curses, followed by horrible blows, painful screams, low groans, muffled gunshots, followed by silence.

Salty, mixed with blood and sweat.

The moldy air is sucked into the heart of fear, blood circulates from the heart to the neck, then gushes out and flows on the chest.

The dead man desperately opened his hands.

Listen. Now is not the time to be silent in pain, nor is it the time to waste time.

Fear has been lingering in the heart, at the moment of life passing away.

There were so many things that could take away life—weapons, made for a war that had never been fought, guns, grenades, rockets, launchers, or…

The chaotic nightmare of a 5mm bullet through his neck.

Then he felt his jaw shatter like glass, like a cold spear piercing his body. The arteries finally couldn't stop the rush of blood, and that was a fatal injury.

Then he finally felt the coldness of the end of life filling his body. Then, the coldness turned into an obsessive, orgasmic, like a drug, overflowing from the heart to the soles of the feet.

Too warm.

Too happy.

Like swimming in the warm amniotic fluid of his mother and unable to extricate himself... but not like his real mother.

Then there was the feeling of falling...

The burning feeling.

Like drowning in flames.

Everywhere he went was deadly warmth, and William Hand knew it was deadly.

He had to leave.

But no one...

No one could take him away from here.

Because he came here by himself.

He sneaked out of the bed by himself, put on his clothes by himself, left home and came to the morgue of Hand Funeral Home.

He opened the lids of the coffins parked there.

He embraced, loved, and merged with them.

He chose to seize his own destiny with his own hands.

He...

He can no longer leave the dead. It's not just the indoctrination of the Black Death Emperor.

It comes from the heart.

He is obsessed every day.

He is attracted every day. When he grabs those cold hands, he can see the scenes of the dead before they die.

This is a great pleasure for him.

William Hand even began to miss the time when his hobby was not discovered by everyone.

At that time, no one would think he was a monster, everyone treated him as a normal person, and he could quietly enjoy the dead-

No, this is not normal.

No... No!

Things shouldn't be like this, what he did shouldn't be like this...

But there is only sinking, sinking soberly.

And the most painful thing in the world is nothing more than this.

Then...

William heard the voice, and in his spiritual world, the footsteps were as deafening as an earthquake, the walking giant.

Batman.

The defender.

The avenger.

The planner.

The laugher.

The eternal winner.

And in the distance, surrounding Batman... were countless blurry shadows.

Some had black rock-like skin, some had green appearances, three pink spots on their heads, or all kinds of monsters...

They roared, hummed, made inhuman sounds, hummed, and swore their power to Batman.

They thought they could defeat Batman -

Fatal stupidity.

But they were inhuman opponents, and there was no chance against these guys... No chance.

Unless...

Move slowly. Focus, forget the pain... Focus your willpower.

Then, without hesitation, when you lose your defensive position, attack!

Wrestling with giant beasts, the earth shakes, the air burns, the echo ripples, rises, and disappears into the darkness!

The genius has started working.

Such an outstanding mind can bring revolutionary and humorous new changes to the field of tactical design.

Such skilled hands can complete a piano solo in a concert, or easily solve a puzzle - or smash the puzzle violently with a hammer when it can't be solved.

Batman.

The Laugher.

The Defender.

The Savior.

The Eternal... Winner!

And now he is determined to...

Pull you into the light!

"What the hell???"

The Black Death Emperor frowned...

Well, as a huge skeleton man, a color light that has not broken through to the material universe, a lamp beast of the Black Lantern Corps, and a part of the concept of true death, the Black Death Emperor does not actually have the concept of "brows".

But he should frown and open his mouth, because everything he found was beyond his expectations and violated his understanding.

"What is this again?"

In William Hand's spiritual world, the Black Death Emperor, who turned into a skeleton man, looked up at the huge bat as big as a mountain, and didn't know what to do for a while.

The existence of everything in the spiritual world is a projection of William Hand's impression of something. And such a huge Batman means...

"Listen to me, William Hand."

"In my journey to get rid of the shadows cast by countless guys who call themselves gods, I have experienced the light of thousands of sunrises..."

One after another, the images appeared in the images of William Hand's spiritual world.

That glorious period...Batman and Superman flew together across the sky of Metropolis.

Countless people looked up and cheered for the superheroes who left.

"...and countless times of the darkest midnight when there was no way forward."

Brainiac's robots destroyed the city, and the huge skeleton spaceship was suspended above the city. Everyone stared at Batman who was confronting Brainiac on TV.

And then...Since then, Batman has been the only one flying over Metropolis...

"I am very glad that I can still stand intact in the darkness of my homeland and bathe in its glory."

The voice was stirring.

"I've seen new buildings rise from the ruins."

There is always reconstruction after a disaster. People will soon forget the destroyed buildings and the people killed by Brainiac robots.

The world is always moving forward and changing.

Maybe people don't want to admit it, but the fact is...

We always forget those who leave.

"I have witnessed the peak and darkest moments of our world."

Various images are constantly presented.

The Justice League besieging Darkseid, and then the scene of their tragic defeat; the Justice League controlled by the Eclipse, followed by the Flash returning like a god; and these soon blurred like rippling water drops, turning into a huge, terrifying figure standing in front of Batman, holding a ball of blurry matter in his palm.

"Anti-Monitor..."

"And now, it feels much safer than when Batman was first born... at least as safe."

"Because of Batman, the world has his protectors, I know this, but I also realize that Diana, Hal, Barry, Ron, Billy, and their friends can do much more to protect our home together than I can do alone."

"So, I have realized that now is much better than before. I am ready to accept help to expand and complete my mission. I am ready to spread the shadow of the bat to the entire earth, William, and I sincerely hope that you can be a part of it."

"So... prove it to everyone."

So William Hand raised his head.

The huge image of Batman began to become a blur, and finally gradually turned into the appearance of William Hand.

He declared to the Black Death Emperor, as if he was declaring to his life that had been fooled for more than a decade:

"I will never go with you, I will never succumb to my bestiality. I hereby accuse you of manipulating my life and clearly reject it."

The voice became louder and louder, deafening William Hand's entire spiritual space.

"I spit on you, Black Death Emperor."

He cursed, howled, and cursed hysterically.

William Hand had already felt that the Black Death Emperor was forcibly invading his world.

The master of death didn't say much nonsense. William Hand was his chosen host, the destined first black lamp corpse.

No one in this world could surpass him in controlling William Hand, not even William Hand himself.

If he could do something to William Hand, there would be no need to consider the other party's thoughts, just as the butcher would not consider what the pig on the chopping board thought, and would not show mercy because of the pig's wailing before death.

No matter what kind of realization William Hand made or what he planned to do.

The Black Death Emperor instilled William Hand's will to like death, just to make him join the realm of death more spontaneously.

And now he refuses... so what?

Can anything be changed?

People always refuse their own destiny, but people often know that destiny is called destiny because...

That thing will not change because of personal will awakening or not.

On Oa.

Atrocitus turned his head and looked in the direction of William Hand.

"Damn it, Batman, what have you done?"

A huge sense of fear began to brew, surge, and then fill his heart. The Yellow Lanterns beside him also felt the fear in Atrocitus' heart and laughed at him unpleasantly.

"Impossible... The Blood Prophecy didn't tell me that the Blackest Night would happen at this time... The Spectral War has not yet begun!"

"The war of the Seven Lanterns has not yet broken out, and the Blackest Night is impossible to come. The colors of light that appear now should only be green, yellow, red, and blue..."

Atrocitus thought so, but this still couldn't stop him from feeling the deep breath of death, which was getting stronger and stronger on William Hand.

"What are you doing, Batman?"

The Black Death Emperor is invading William Hand's territory.

The world is getting darker and darker, and the desperate resistance seems insignificant in the face of such changes, and even makes people feel a little ridiculous for not knowing their own strength.

"Some cells with the ability to reproduce themselves... can resist part of my power."

The Black Death Emperor lowered his head.

"Nice joke."

He said.

Then, more black death power spread to William Hand's cheek.

He stretched out a hand and then strangled his neck fiercely.

Theoretically, it is impossible for a person to strangle himself to death, but at this moment, William Hand pinched his neck so hard that it creaked.

Feeling of suffocation.

Feeling of frustration.

Feeling of imminent death.

And at the end of everything...

"It's OK."

William Hand heard Batman's voice.

"Well done."

He opened his eyes and saw Batman in the spiritual world with his hand on his shoulder.

He was wearing a black suit, emitting a warm glow in the dark spiritual world, as dazzling and warm as the darkness surrounding people.

"Well done."

He repeated his words again, and then William Hand heard him look up and shout loudly to the people around him:

"So what are you guys waiting for, you damn bad guys? Don't you see that our children are working so hard?!"

"I warn you... If you don't come out and help our children..."

"I'm going to be angry!"

Squeak!

In the real world, Sinestro, who seemed to be desperately using the meridian-like network given by the First Lantern to capture the Parallax Monster, suddenly appeared beside Mongo.

He suddenly pulled out the Green Lantern Ring on his hand and grabbed Mongo's hand.

Faced with such an attack, Mongo reacted immediately.

It's not that easy. Although he let Caronna and the Black Death Emperor enter his body at the same time, he played a perfect balance, and it was still his will that dominated this body.

As long as he successfully controlled the Parallax Monster later, he could reversely clamp the two forces that invaded his body. All of this was a gamble for Mongo.

He was sure that he would not lose.

He punched Sinestro in the face, and had already planned the next series of attacks in his mind. But his fist stopped, and a large number of insect limbs burst out from his eye sockets. It was the power of the Black of Decay...

The Black of Decay that Mongo controlled came from the Death Storm, and the power of the Death Storm came from another senior spokesperson of the Black of Decay besides Anton Akan...

His name is Bane.

Bane.

So.

You are wrong, Mongo.

At this time, there are not only two powers in your body, but...

Three.

"He Ao Ao Ao Aaaa——"

Mongo was screaming.

The Green Lantern Ring was put on his finger, and the huge Green Lantern energy wrapped around his body: "I... repent..."

Mongo was repenting, and he was actively cutting off the connection between the Black Death Emperor and him.

And in William Hand's spiritual world, the Black Death Emperor also discovered this change.

Following closely was the seven-color emotional spectrum. Surrounded by white figures.

Of course, the first Lantern could not appear here. His real body was still sealed in the Shadow Cabinet, but he could still use the power ring to transform his real body in William Hand's spiritual space.

The blue ghost of Karonna also appeared in William Hand's spiritual space. He was now almost tied to Mongo and forced to constantly fight against the Black Death Emperor. If the Black Death Emperor could come to William Hand's spiritual space, then Karonna should be able to do it.

The first Lantern attacked the Black Death Emperor without hesitation, and Karonna had to pinch his nose and follow along.

"So... watch it."

William Hand turned his head and saw the image of Batman, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"That's great, you are not fighting alone, William."

"Everyone, everyone is helping you..."

As he said this, the shadow on his body was dragged very long.

It was so long that it included the entire skull of the Black Death Emperor...

It was all included!