Chapter 1721 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoner of the Batcave (Part 4)

Chapter 1695 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoner of the Batcave (IV)

"What happened to you? Are you sick?"

Spider-Man, who had retracted his arm after breaking the spider silk, looked at the small figure standing in front of him. It was a young boy with short black hair and blue eyes that still looked bright in the dark, but now his face was as pale as a piece of paper, even his lips were bloodless, his eyes were completely out of focus, and his pupils were a little dilated.

"Hey! Hey! What's wrong with you? Can you hear me? You...wait, you look like Bruce Wayne, God, you can't be his..."

Spider-Man got closer and finally saw the other person's face clearly, but just when he was about to further speculate on the other person's life experience, the boy opposite shook his head vigorously, shook his head a little dizzy, and fell down weakly.

Spider-Man rushed up and hugged him. He looked back at the Gotham skyline. The most conspicuous building called Wayne Building had already turned off all the lights. After staying here for so long, Spider-Man knew very well that the ambulance would not come at this time.

He stroked the boy's neck with his hand to confirm that his pulse was normal. He opened his eyelids and looked at his eyes. The eye movement and pupil state were normal. Then the breathing rate and heart rate felt slightly weak. Therefore, Spider-Man judged that he might have a paroxysmal syncope caused by overwork.

Spider-Man picked up the boy. He hesitated as soon as he raised his legs, and then turned and walked in another direction.

Spider-Man took little Bruce to the Batcave.

Batman was not in the Batcave at the moment, but he gave Spider-Man the authority to enter and exit the Batcave. This was not a surprising move. Most of his Robins could enter and exit the Batcave normally, but they could not use most of the dangerous equipment here.

When Bruce woke up, he found himself lying on the experimental table. He instinctively sat up, his muscles tense and his expression tense, but soon the weirdo with spider eyes on his hood walked over and said.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a crazy scientist. You fainted, I took you to a safe place, I wanted to take you back to my temporary base, but there is no complete physical examination equipment there, it is obvious that there is something wrong with your body."

Bruce lay back on the table somewhat weakly, he said in a dry voice: "It's not the body that has a problem, it's my brain."

"Generally speaking, this is related." Spider-Man sighed softly, when he was performing some medical treatment measures, he was more gentle than usual, he said like a patient doctor: "The physical examination results show that you Too much fatigue, which causes your brain wave curve to fluctuate abnormally. "

"I am very tired, but it has nothing to do with that..."

"Listen, kid, I don't want to educate you like your parents, but I really have to tell you that at your age, nothing is worth your exhaustion, whether it is studying life or exploring unknown areas, going against the laws of physical growth and brain development will not do you any good."

Little Bruce opened his mouth, his lips moved slightly, and he didn't make any sound, but at that moment, Spider-Man's spider sense began to alarm frantically.

Spider-Man arched his back and exerted his waist muscles, almost jumping back several meters on the spot, but nothing happened, which made him suspicious and turned his head left and right, as if he wanted to find the crisis hidden in the air.

Little Bruce reluctantly stretched out a finger and pointed at his head and said: "The knowledge of God... is here... very dangerous... I need it... but it must be controlled..."

What he said was so vague that Spider-Man almost didn't understand. He attributed Bruce's current confused and confused state to his mental problems due to fatigue. After another brain scan, Spider-Man said: "I'm afraid you need to rest."

"I don't mean to offend, but..." Spider-Man dragged out a long tone, looked at Bruce with a little worry and said: "Before that, can I ask you, is your condition related to your parents?"

Little Bruce half-closed his eyes and nodded a little blankly. Of course, he was always aware that his parents were dead, but his purpose of pursuing taboo knowledge was to want to know what the world after death was like, so he couldn't say that his step today had nothing to do with his parents.

But Spider-Man misunderstood, he thought, what could make a child so tired? Of course it was the oppression of his parents. If the boy who looked very much like Bruce Wayne was really related to him and came from a very wealthy family, then his parents would probably let him be so tired at an age when he shouldn't be under such great pressure because of his status as an heir.

This speculation was quite normal and reasonable. Spider-Man thought that if his original family was like hell to him, then he couldn't just send him back so irresponsibly. The behavior of this child's parents had gone far beyond the scope of education and involved abuse. So no matter what his relationship with Bruce Wayne was, Spider-Man thought that the two of them couldn't meet for the time being.

So, he sighed and said, "You should know how bad your situation is. The owner of this base will not come back in a short time. You can rest assured to live here until you recover."

"I will take time to talk to Bruce Wayne. Although I don't know if this will work, I think he should be condemned for his wrong way of education. You should rest first."

After that, Spider-Man left the room, leaving only little Bruce lying on the experimental table with a head full of terrifying whispers. Little Bruce knew how unorthodox the things he had done before were. In other religions, ten times on the stake would not be enough.

But he still didn't want to give up the glimpse of the taboo knowledge in his vision of the outer gods. There were too many things he wanted to know, such as survival, death, where people come from and where they go...

Little Bruce was relatively young, so some aspects of his personality did not ferment into more paranoid things because of years of loneliness, but Bruce Wayne in every universe was actually the same. They all had seeds of paranoia in their hearts. Once they determined something, they would never give up easily. The more difficult it was, the more fierce they would be.

There are almost no Batmans in the multiverse who believe in religion, even in childhood. Now little Bruce looks like he is bewitched by God, but in fact he is on a completely different path from believers.

He does not want to sacrifice in exchange for knowledge or complete tasks to get answers. He is relying on his own strength to understand the taboo knowledge he has seen, and he wants to use human wisdom to forcibly analyze it without paying any price. To be precise, he is plundering God.

What I see is mine, and what I can understand will be used by me. This is arrogant and almost crazy, but which universe's Batman is not crazy? It's just that the direction of madness is different.

Little Bruce slept in a daze, but the things in his dream were even more terrifying. The whispers that only made him unable to concentrate when he was awake became real weirdness and horror in his dream.

Suddenly, little Bruce was awakened. The dizziness of falling from the huge black hole had not completely dissipated, and he saw a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at him blankly.

When Bruce focused his eyes, he found that the man who almost fell on the experimental table had a messy green hair, a pale face, narrow and slender, a bloody mouth covered with exaggerated red lipstick, and a pair of eyes that looked like they hadn't slept for a year, with deep eye bags and bloodshot eyes.

This unexpected guest looked even more confused than Bruce, and after staring at Bruce for a while, he suddenly let out a series of sharp laughs.

It was too harsh, and only such an idea could come out of Bruce's chaotic thoughts, but then the horrible whisper gradually weakened, and even for a moment, Bruce felt that his brain had returned to normal operation.

So he tried to raise his upper body, stared at the weirdo tightly, and said like an order: "Hurry, hurry, hurry up!"

"You are not him... You are not Batman." The weirdo suddenly changed his face, the smile on his face was restrained, and his expression became mysterious and weird, obviously thinking.

He stared at little Bruce for a while, then said, "No, you are him, you are Bruce Wayne, you are also Batman, but you are not either, you are off track, what has changed you?"

Suddenly, in little Bruce's vision, the green-haired weirdo showed a ferocious expression, his hands like ghost claws pinched little Bruce's neck, and then began to get stronger and stronger.

"Let me see what changed you!"

The angry roar echoed in little Bruce's ears, but the suffocating dizziness made him completely unable to resist. As his consciousness became weaker and weaker, the whispers gradually became stronger. Little Bruce saw countless doors opening to him in his hallucinations, and his soul was about to enter them.

He should enter it. If that is the place where people are about to return after death, then his parents must be waiting for him behind the door. This is the ending he deserves.

But suddenly, he felt the coolness of sweat, and when he woke up again, he found himself being carried on someone's shoulders, and a strand of green hair floated in front of him in a trance.

The weirdo holding him was not strong, but he seemed to have great strength. He was walking down the stairs step by step, heading towards the darker underground, humming a strange ballad.

He found that little Bruce had woken up, so he spoke in a completely different tone from the previous madness, like a philosopher.

"I never thought that a bat could cast a cocoon for itself. You are completing your transformation, and I will be honored to witness it all."

"If you can grow wings alive, I will see the disqualified monster I dream of. If you die in the cocoon, I will nail you to Batman's door and let him and I admire this exquisite specimen together."

"I won't... become a monster..."

"Then let me see how deep the morality you can stick to is... At least I am happy that a poor wretch in a certain universe will never have the chance to change you with madness, because you chase madness and let it change you."

The bumps stopped, and little Bruce found himself thrown to the ground. A figure turned and walked out of the railing. The green-haired weirdo grabbed the railing with both hands, stared at little Bruce with an eager look and said, "You stay here and complete your transformation safely. I will feed you with rich sacrifices and nutrients. In any case, you will be a perfect reunion gift for Batman."

After saying that, he wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly heard a faint call from behind. When he turned around again, little Bruce's blue eyes stared at him intently and said.

"No sacrifices and nutrients... Give me more, more... knowledge..."