Destroy Gotham? This may sound crazy, but it is so reasonable. This crazy city should have been destroyed long ago. What is there to miss here?

Alfred's face appeared in his mind. He recalled the expression on the old butler's face when he was sitting in front of the hospital bed. He also recalled the words he hummed while wiping the old telephone alone in the dark living room.

Pleasant tunes.

This did not surprise Bruce. If there is only one person in this city that he feels attached to, it must be his butler Alfred. If there is the only place where he feels attached to

, that is Wayne Manor with Alfred here.

Soon, his memory began to become hazy, as if he had returned to Wayne Manor. He opened a door like any other morning.

But what surprised him was that behind this door was the dark rainy alley of Gotham. Detective Gordon called him the weirdo in tights for the first time. They worked together to investigate and track the case, and then the detective in a trench coat and the man in a cape

Bat, on the roof of the Gotham Police Station, they were talking about justice and the future of this city.

When the night was already deep, Batman turned around and left. When he returned to the manor, under the flickering dim candlelight, an old friend was already waiting for him. Batman and Harvey were sitting on the sofa. They talked about many things, as if they had

There were endless topics to talk about, like a mentor and a helpful friend. Bruce was already confused about the principles he talked about, but the tacit understanding between the exchanges was still very clear.

Soon, he was walking through the lights of Gotham's high-rise buildings, hugging Catwoman and kissing her passionately, falling into a beautiful dream.

Those thrown gauze curtains, knocked over wine glasses, scattered wine, every tender and crazy night, those passionate kisses that dyed the cold body temperature of a bat, and those passionate kisses that made him feel extremely fascinated.

Lover, telling him stories about jewels and castles that Batman had never been interested in. In his memory, he listened very seriously, but in his opinion, Catwoman's eyes were more beautiful than the gems she had exhausted her vocabulary to describe.

Be brighter.

The rustle of the pen falling on the paper sounded, and Bruce seemed to have returned to an examination site. He looked at his classmates scratching their heads in the examination room, perhaps feeling amazed, or perhaps feeling helpless.

Then, he painted the wall with those people, watching the dark paint flow down the wall, spontaneously forming some mysterious patterns that he had never seen before, like the door of a time machine.

As he walked through the door, time shuttled forward at a rapid pace, advancing a little bit to the present in his dream-like memory, and then began to quickly go backwards, with all the people and objects returning to their original positions like a movie played in reverse, until he returned.

When he reached the place where a black sun rose, he heard a familiar voice saying to him: "Welcome to Gotham."

Venom watched as the conscious space began to tremble, and strong light came out of some broken cracks. He cursed secretly, and quickly began to thread needles and threads through Bruce's emotions, trying to guide these fragmented positive emotions together.

A little bit of light gradually rose, and then gathered into an even more dazzling ball of light.

The counterattack of the black tide became more violent, like black ink soaking the entire world. A black ocean began to spread in the consciousness space, and the raging waves covered the sky.

Bruce, who had been separated from the memory space, was floating in the sky above the black tide. Through the layers of black waves, he saw that in the deepest part of the black ocean, there lay a curled-up little boy. That was him.

It's Bruce Wayne.

Soon, Schiller saw the huge bat made of mucus falling to the ground. The mucus began to be slowly recovered, and then all retracted into Bruce's body.

Schiller jumped off the roof and stood in front of Bruce. Bruce got up from the ground, or in other words, it was venom that controlled his body now.

"How on earth did you escape?"

"You have to ask the woman who came to your house and stole the jar."

The woman who stole the jar? Schiller thought, there is only one female thief in Gotham who has this ability. Could it be Catwoman?

"I shouldn't have listened to Stark's nonsense," Schiller said: "He told me that his symbiote must live in a mansion worthy of being the richest man in the world, so he used his strange instruments to build one.

The diamond jar also promised me that this thing is both beautiful and practical."

"Then I still want to thank him."

In an instant, black mucus burst out again, but this time the venom turned into its original form, that is, a big mouth full of fangs and a bright red tongue.

"Then how the hell did you end up on Batman?"

"Don't you think it's too slow to communicate in a human way? Don't waste my time." Venom said.

"Your tone reminds me of a really annoying guy."

The venom branched off a tentacle of mucus, and the gray mist slowly dispersed into a cloud of mist. The moment the symbiote factors came into contact, the two sides exchanged countless information.

Gray fog said to Schiller in his mind: "...a woman with cat ears...just like that car...the necessary process of human reproduction...is not allowed to be seen...he can't understand it either..."

"Okay, I understand..." Schiller covered his forehead. He already knew what was going on. He said, "You don't need to tell me the details. Bruce deserves it."

Then Venom grinned with that big mouth and said: "You can't catch me anymore! Hahahahahaha! I'm free!! I'm going to eat everyone's brains here!! I..."

"I said before, before you think about eating, you may still have trouble to deal with..."

Just as Venom was about to answer him, he felt that his consciousness was suppressed again for a moment, and he yelled unwillingly: "No! Damn humans! Rotten people!!"

But in the end, the mucus returned to the body. Bruce shook his head and said, "Did it succeed? What on earth is going on?"

"You should ask the bastard inside you."

"That's not what I mean. He has already told me who he is and what he is going to do. What I mean is..." Bruce covered his head in pain and said, "Why did I lose control? Those terrible negative emotions are

What's going on? Why...where did that darkness come from?"

"It seems that you have discovered it." Schiller said: "The darkness hidden in your body is very terrifying. Although it has never been out of control before, once it is out of control, you may destroy everything."

"What the hell is that?"

"That's Batman, don't you know?"

"Batman? Then who am I? No... no... impossible!" Bruce covered his eyes and squatted down. He was half-kneeling on the ground, looking very painful. He said: "It's impossible... I am Batman...

…I am Batman…”

"You think you have become another you, but in fact, this is just an appearance."

Schiller's thoughts began to wander a little, and he began to gradually recall the Batman he knew in those comics, and his voice began to sound more and more illusive. He said: "Batman? You are a little different from him, indeed.

, he is not blindly pursuing darkness.”

"He is the ultimate darkness and the ultimate light. He controls this hopeless city with extreme darkness, and then uses light to prevent the destruction that this extreme darkness may bring."

This sounded more like Schiller's exclamation. Bruce's voice was full of exhaustion. He said: "I thought that I didn't need those. I was an avenger in the night. I didn't need anything that might shake my belief."

Useless emotions, I am not that ridiculous Bruce, that powerless, unable to save or change anything, little Bruce..."

It was also the first time that Schiller heard such an obvious tremor in his tone. Bruce's tone was almost trembling to the point that he could not finish the last complete word, or maybe he was unwilling to say it.

This was the first time he told what he had been avoiding - that night, the two gunshots, the two people lying in a pool of blood, and the helpless little boy named Bruce Wayne.

He originally thought that little Bruce was buried forever that night.

So when he realized that he was still just like that little boy, having undue fantasies about the world and about the happy memories of that night's movie, it was like all the hatred and hatred-driven behavior over the years

All efforts are like self-deception and escape.

Facing the little boy who lost his parents brought Schiller more intense emotional fluctuations than facing Batman. For the first time, he no longer gave advice like an indifferent bystander, but truly gave advice like advice.

: "...Even in Gotham, there is daytime."

Bruce's Adam's apple moved. He took a deep breath, as if he was suddenly injected with some life force. He stood up, trembling a little. The cold wind of Gotham night blew on his bat armor, causing no one to hear it.

Got the tremor.

He limped a little and slowly walked to the edge of the roof.

Standing there, he saw a glow appear on the skyline of Gotham City, and a thin golden line cut through the dense darkness like the beginning of heaven and earth.

Bruce has never seen the sunrise over Gotham.

He suddenly discovered that even in such a dark and gloomy city, the moment the sun rose, the light that cut through the darkness was still as brilliant as he had ever seen.

The darker it is, the more bright and shocking it appears.

Bruce closed his eyes and slowly closed the fingers of one hand, as if holding the light that cut through the darkness.

Soon, Bruce took a deep breath and opened his eyes. The glow of the sun was caught in his eyes, and the arc of light from the sky left a bright golden streak in his pupils.

No one knew that he had briefly seen the little boy lying under the black tide in his conscious space. It was not until he saw him that Bruce understood that he always regarded those happy memories as the reward for his painful life.

, and therefore, whenever he gets a little happiness, he always wants to repay it with ten times the pain.

He was so eager to avoid these happy memories, just as he instinctively avoided pain.

If he wants to become Batman, he has to accept not only the pain and darkness, but also the fact that he has always been that little boy, he has been looking forward to that movie, and has been yearning for those lights.

Just like that dark night many years ago, without the expectation of light, there will never be the desire to merge into the darkness.

"who I am?"

He whispered: "Who am I?"

The light of dawn would not answer him, but he already had the answer in his heart. He said: "I am Bruce Wayne..."

"I am Batman……"

His tone began to soften: "...I am, Batman."

A silent and heavy oath fell in his heart, like a heavy stone tablet, standing firm under the wash of the black tide.

From today on, there will only be one Batman in this dark city, Bruce Wayne, who is also Batman.

From today on, he will bear the dark authority from the crazy city of Gotham, and then hold a sharp blade as bright as dawn.

He will stand above this living hell. The cold wind cannot penetrate his armor and the fire cannot melt his heart.

He will not care about any standards and will not be afraid of any guilt. He will take the dawn as his boundary and the dawn as his signal. He will be in darkness, but his heart will be toward the light and he will always be toward the light.

Bruce thought, he would be the dawn of Gotham.
Chapter completed!