Chapter 300 Bat Maze (5)
“Who are Batman’s classic opponents?”
Bruce confirmed with Katum, after all, he had not returned to Gotham yet, and he only had a vague understanding of those villains.
I only heard a little from Katum occasionally.
"That's a lot. Mr. Freeze, Two-Face, Bane, Rexroth, the Joker..."
Katum listed a series of names like the back of his hand.
Anyway, Gotham is out of control and no one is in charge of Arkham Asylum, so all the guys who should be released have already released.
"So the Scarecrow is out too?"
Bruce suddenly mentioned the name.
There was no need for much explanation, as Katum understood Bruce's meaning very well.
Indeed, in the current situation, the ordinary scarecrow has indeed become a very key figure.
Among other things, Batwoman's anti-Martian chemical gas was modified from Scarecrow's fear gas.
"I suspect Batwoman didn't completely eliminate the effects of the fear gas when she created the chemical gas."
Bruce said, "If this is the case, it can explain why the gas, which is clearly intended for Martians, also has an effect on humans."
At this moment, he had a bold idea in his mind.
Bruce wanted to experience the effects of the fear gas for himself. He had always heard Katum talk about it before, but had never actually seen it.
He really wanted to know what he was afraid of now.
When Bruce told Katum this idea, the owl looked surprised.
"That's really your style."
Katum sighed, "Okay, since you want to challenge your weakness, I won't stop you. Fear gas isn't fatal anyway, so just treat it as a trip."
With the owl's assurance, Bruce was completely relieved.
In this way, when he fell into fear, he didn't have to worry about the safety of his body outside.
……
The scarecrow was staggering along the street.
His figure was looming in the mist, and he was humming a tuneless song, as if he was a ghost from another world.
The scarecrow wears a rough sack over his face, hiding his gradually decaying features.
The hem of his tattered coat swayed gently with his steps, and in his hand he held a huge sprayer filled with a green liquid.
Just as the scarecrow appeared, something seemed to be moving quietly in the dark corner.
A cold wind blew by, and the fog seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, slowly opening a gap.
Bruce slowly emerged like a shadow emerging from the depths of darkness.
"Batman?"
The scarecrow suddenly stopped and spread his hands helplessly. "Please, can't you give me some private space? Every time I show up, you come to ruin my good deeds!"
Although he appeared helpless, there was an inexplicable excitement hidden in his words.
Scarecrow has been wanting to fight Batman again for more than a day or two.
Bruce didn't answer, he just stood there, not responding to the Scarecrow, but as if he would attack at any moment.
"Well, that seems to be your style, always acting like you're not afraid of anything."
The Scarecrow continued, "But fear cannot be eliminated. It is everywhere, even you..."
Before he finished speaking, the Scarecrow suddenly raised the syringe, ready to release poison gas.
His movements were already very fast, but in Bruce's eyes, they were still as slow as a snail.
boom--
Bruce's body suddenly disappeared from the spot, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of the scarecrow. He swung a punch and easily knocked the scarecrow to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the scarecrow's sprayer was in Bruce's hands.
"No, you're not Batman!"
Scarecrow suddenly realized that this speed was beyond the limits of human beings and was not something that his Batman could display.
For a moment, the scarecrow felt deeply deceived.
"You...liar!"
His eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and his entire body began to swell, just like the Penguin Man before, revealing his true form and turning into a huge monster.
The monster roared and rushed towards Bruce, wanting to make Bruce pay for his deception.
However, what greeted him was a raging fire.
The monster let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain and slowly turned into ashes in the flames.
Bruce watched this scene quietly, feeling a little depressed.
After all, the personalities of these villains that remain today are like ghosts that are unwilling to pass away, clinging to the human world just for one obsession.
Waiting for Batman to return.
pity--
Bruce shook his head and put all these inappropriate thoughts out of his mind.
"That's not a scarecrow, it's just a Martian monster. The real scarecrow died a long time ago."
Even if Batman miraculously returns, Scarecrow is nowhere to be seen.
……
Bruce and Katoom return to the Batcave.
He activated the detection equipment in the bat cave to conduct further tests on the fear gas.
Especially comparing it with the anti-Martian gas to find out what went wrong.
This takes a while.
At this time, Bruce held the remaining fear gas in his hand, looking like he was about to sacrifice himself.
"Katum, I'm leaving my body in your hands from now on!"
Bruce repeatedly emphasized, "You must keep an eye on it! If there is any emergency, you can just wake me up. I know you have the ability to do so."
"Do not worry!"
Katum gave a thumbs up and said confidently, "Don't you trust me? Even if the world is destroyed, I will take good care of your body!"
You agreed so readily?
Bruce felt something was wrong, but he didn't have much time now. The detection of fear gas was divided into two aspects, one was done by the machine, and the other was done by one's own experience.
Every second must be raced.
"Forget it. Even if Katum is unreliable, at least he can guarantee my safety."
Bruce thought so and decided not to consider anything else. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Katum's attitude was suspicious.
I just don’t want to think about it anymore!
Bruce shook his head and finally made up his mind. He pointed the nozzle of the fear gas at himself and pressed it.
In an instant, a gray-yellow gas covered Bruce's entire body.
He began to feel a little nervous. What was his real fear?
It can't be that they are still their parents and orphans, right?
Bruce really wanted to get a glimpse and understand where his weak spot was.
Unconsciously, everything before his eyes began to change.
……
When Bruce reacted, he was already standing on the foggy streets of Gotham.
"Or Gotham?"
Bruce frowned. Is it possible that the city of Gotham is his fear?
He didn't have time to think about it. Suddenly, the surrounding fog seemed to come alive and turned into countless pairs of cold hands, tightly grabbing his body and dragging him into the endless dark abyss.
The streets of Gotham began to shake violently, the ground heaving like waves, and the buildings collapsed and disintegrated in an extremely twisted way as if they were cast under an evil curse.
Broken bricks and stones whizzed past him, each one like the sharp blade of the god of death, ready to cut him into pieces at any time. The destruction of Gotham had begun.
Bruce saw his parents' grave being blown open, and his parents in the coffins turned into horrible zombies walking towards him.
Their bodies exuded a foul odor, their flesh had fallen off their bones, and they approached step by step with heavy steps.
This scene made Batboy's heart tremble.
He suddenly remembered what Katum said to him when he first met him -
"Resurrecting your parents is just a matter of necromancy. If I cast a spell now, your parents will be crawling out of their graves in the next second."
Damn, did I care so much about what Katum said?
Bruce didn't know what to say.
Over the years, he has seen too many extraordinary things, and he feels more and more that what Katum said back then is likely to come true.
If you keep thinking about it, it will become an obsession in your heart that is difficult to detect.
Bruce really didn't want anyone to disturb his parents' rest.
At this moment, green flames were burning in the eyes of the zombie Wayne couple, their mouths were wide open, and they were making creepy roars.
Bruce wanted to reach out and touch them, but found that his hands were locked with huge chains.
The iron chain was covered with sharp thorns that pierced deeply into his wrists, causing excruciating pain every time he struggled.
Then he saw that all the citizens of Gotham had turned into crazy monsters, their bodies swollen and deformed, their eyes bulging out of their sockets, and black mucus flowing out.
They slaughtered each other in the ruins of the city, tearing each other's bodies with their teeth and claws. Blood splashed everywhere like a fountain, dyeing every inch of the land red and gathering into lakes of blood.
He himself was tied to a huge cross, hanging high above the lake of blood.
He struggled desperately but could not break free and could only watch these horrific scenes.
"Is this also my fear?" Bruce kept asking himself.
Suddenly, countless scarecrows appeared in the darkness. Their figures were looming in the blood mist, and they let out sharp and wild laughter.
"Ok?"
This made Bruce a little confused. The Scarecrow was dead, so how could he still have a role to play?
Could it be that……
He suddenly felt that he had grasped something. Perhaps he had figured out the problem with the chemical gas!
However, Bruce was still trapped in the poisonous atmosphere of fear and could not break free for the time being.
He still had to savor the next scene slowly.
The scarecrow walked slowly towards Bruce, holding various horrible torture instruments in his hands.
Batboy's heartbeat accelerated unconsciously and breathing became difficult. Every breath was like inhaling a boiling flame, burning his lungs.
In this hallucination of fear, all his past failures and regrets were infinitely magnified, drowning him like a surging tide.
What's even more terrifying is that he felt his willpower was being drained away bit by bit.
It was as if a dark force was devouring his soul, and he was about to sink forever into this horrible abyss.
What would happen if you really fell?
It's hard to say about Bruce. He will definitely not die, but he will not be unable to wake up either. After all, Katum will wake him up.
But this failure will definitely become an indelible memory for him and affect his beliefs.
but--
"As long as I can get through this, my state of mind will be elevated to a higher level, and the world will be mys forever!"
A fighting spirit rose in Bruce's heart, and he felt that he had come to the right place this time.
He looked at the grinning scarecrow and his expression gradually calmed down.
"bring it on."
Bruce said calmly, "Come and help me strengthen my true beliefs."
……
Supergirl flew towards Gotham City at a breakneck speed, her iconic red cape fluttering behind her.
As she approached the sky above Gotham City, she was suddenly shocked by the scene before her.
Gotham City seemed to be shrouded in a huge gray curtain, and the fog was as thick as substance, rolling and surging.
The fog spread from every corner of the city, engulfing the tops of the skyscrapers, leaving only some vague outlines, like a giant beast lurking in the darkness.
She could feel the mist gently touching her skin, cold and damp, as if countless small hands were trying to pull her into the endless gray abyss.
"Wait, that's it!"
Kayla hovered in place, unable to believe her eyes.
At this moment, in the thick fog of Gotham City, a huge bloody cross slowly rose up, and the Dark Knight was tied to it, motionless.
"Bat-freak!"
Supergirl yelled and rushed towards the bloody cross, but when she got close to the cross, she went straight through it.
That is not a physical entity, but a projection.
Giant web of the mind!
This word suddenly came to Keira's mind. The telepathic ability, which had been greatly enhanced by the giant mental network, could even change reality.
In this situation, something must have happened to the Dark Knight!
Supergirl became more and more anxious, but there was nothing she could do. The only thing she could do now was to find where the Dark Knight was and then make other plans.
At this moment, Keira's super vision began to work, and her X-ray eyes swept across Gotham, just to find the location of the Dark Knight.
however--
For some reason, at this moment, the entire fog began to boil automatically.
Supergirl simply blinked, and the world around her suddenly became distorted and terrifying.
The night sky was no longer black, but turned blood red, as if it was stained by endless disasters.
Kayla finds herself back in National City.
This place has become a ruin, with tall buildings collapsed on the streets and the once prosperous neighborhood is now full of ruins and burning flames.
She heard people's desperate cries, and those voices were like countless needles piercing her ears.
Kayla saw her loved ones, friends and family, being tormented by an invisible force.
Their bodies gradually became transparent, and their eyes were filled with disappointment and blame towards her, as if saying that she had failed to protect them.
She tried desperately to get closer to them and save them with her own power, but she found that her superpowers had completely disappeared.
Her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step she took was extremely difficult.
"no no!"
Kayla suddenly became at a loss, and had no other choice but to scream in pain.
At this moment, a faint voice sounded in her ears.
"What are you arguing about?"
The voice said, "I finally got to enjoy this moment of fear, but you ruined it all."
Ok?
Keira turned her head suddenly and saw the Dark Knight standing quietly beside her.
"you are not--"
Keira was speechless for a moment. Wasn't the Dark Knight still tied up in the sky? How could he appear beside her?
Is it another hallucination?
I've become accustomed to the Dark Knight coming to help me whenever something happens?
"What am I not?"
Bruce shook his head, speechless for a while, "I really want to ask, do you Kryptonians really have no resistance to telepathy at all?"
It is obvious that the gas that was inhaled has a very low fear effect.
The result was still a horror fantasy.
What a shame.
(End of this chapter)
