This bat cub looks very weak

"How ironic." Dorothy walked forward and picked up the head of the Terror Eater, then removed the sack on her head, revealing a female face with a look of despair.

Dorothy threw the head aside with some disgust, and then looked at the sack hood in her hand. If the Dreadeater was disguised as a scarecrow, then where was the real scarecrow?

But that was none of Dorothy's business.

Rather than caring about the Scarecrow, Dorothy was more concerned about why the Fear Eater disguised himself as the Scarecrow.

In the world of Unlucky Pop, there is also a Scarecrow. Unlike this undisputed villain in Gotham, Mr. Scarecrow is really... a poor guy.

There is still some connection between him and Unlucky Pop. Just like Unlucky Pop's clothes and the

The top hats are inspired by the scarecrow's attire.

And the name Bujipopo was also taken from his words.

More importantly, Unlucky Pop's behavior is also a straw man in a sense.

This unbreakable connection made Dorothy feel an unknown emotion when she saw the Fear Eater dressed like this.

“It’s really… unpleasant.”

In the pitch blackness——

It’s raining heavily.

Hmm? Did it rain that day?

No.

Well, it didn't rain that day.

Suddenly, the dark world with rain began to become blurred, and then gradually became clear. The rain stopped falling, and the surrounding scenery began to appear.

Yes, it didn't rain that day. My parents and I watched the movie and were walking on the way home. I was very happy, and so were my parents. My parents and I have a good relationship. I respect and love my parents, and my parents also love me.

But that person destroyed this happy family.

A man appeared in front of this happy family. His face was blurred and it was impossible to identify him. At this moment, he was pointing a gun at the three people in front of him.

"Bang!" After a few gunshots.

The man disappeared, leaving behind only a man and a woman lying on the ground. They looked at their child, as if telling him to live well, while the child was crying and shouting in grief, asking his parents not to leave him.

Is this your fear?

Yes.

But haven’t you already come out?

I do not know.

The scene changes, and the boy, who has grown into a teenager, stands in front of two graves. It is raining that day, and the gloomy sky is just like a person's mood. The boy is wearing a black suit, holding a black umbrella, and looking at the two graves with an unclear expression.

Are you afraid?

The voice rang out again. The young man looked up and saw a black figure standing next to the grave. He was wearing a tall black hat and a black robe, like the god of death.

But he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

"I don't know." The boy began.

"Don't you know? That's a really cunning answer." The other party also spoke.

"Look, over there." The Black Grim Reaper suddenly pointed in a direction. The boy looked over there subconsciously, and suddenly, the scene around him changed again.

After a burst of white light, the boy had grown up into a handsome young man. The young man closed his eyes and opened them after a long time from the dazzling light.

At this time, the young man found that there were many people sitting around him. Those people who were dressed brightly and beautifully were sitting next to him with wine glasses in their hands and smiling. Looking at their mouths opening and closing, they seemed to be talking about something, but the young man could not hear anything. He could not even remember what these people's faces looked like.

These people were chatting, and the atmosphere seemed cheerful and harmonious, but the young man found that he could not fit in no matter what. He looked at these people as if they were outsiders.

In the next second, all those who ignored the young man's conversation suddenly turned to look at him. The scene was a little tense, and then they said to the young man in unison:

"Who are you."

The young man suddenly opened his eyes wide, obviously frightened by the unexpected scene, but he did not scream, just grabbed his clothes tightly to show his nervousness.

Before the young man could answer, his vision suddenly went dark.

It was raining again, that's the weather in Gotham, but this time it was at night. The young man was standing on the roof of Gotham's clock tower, wearing the familiar yet unfamiliar equipment, looking around vigilantly.

I am Batman.

Just Batman?

I am Bruce Wayne too,

Is it Bruce Wayne playing Batman, or is it Batman playing Bruce Wayne?

"You remembered." The dark figure gradually appeared behind Batman.

"I remember, Unlucky Pop." Batman called Unlucky Pop's name. Even though he recognized Unlucky Pop, he still couldn't see Unlucky Pop's face clearly.

"Do you regret it?" said Unlucky Pop.

"Maybe I did before, but now I don't have the right to regret." Batman said.

"Pfft, that's really funny."

The scene changed again. Bruce, in casual clothes, sat on the sofa, and Alfu stood beside him. Bruce was reading a newspaper at this time.

In this scene, several figures of different heights appeared. They lived and worked with Bruce. Bruce gradually blended into this group of people without even realizing it, even though he couldn't see any of the figures' appearances clearly.

"As long as you are alive, whether you regret or make a decision, it is your right to choose. No one is unchanging, including you, Bruce Wayne." Unlucky Pope's words were like cold water that awakened Bruce in his spiritual world.

Then, the scene around Bruce became pure white, flawless. He could only see the unlucky Pop in front of him and a vague figure who knew no information.

"This is my prophecy for you." Unlucky Pope said slowly, "In your future, someone will appear who can stay by your side, whether they are children or anyone else. If they appear, it is your fate with them."

“Don’t use loneliness as a shield.”

"If that child appears in the future, please cherish him well."

J.

Unlucky Pop said with a smile, and Bruce who was standing in front of him was a little confused, but he soon stopped worrying about it because he found that the figure of Unlucky Pop in front of him was gradually fading.

"Unlucky Pop, you..." Bruce had a complicated expression.

"Oh, it's time. It's okay, I just have to go. Although I have caused you a lot of trouble, thank you anyway, Bruce." Bugsy Pope smiled and waved to Bruce.

"What..." When will you show up again? Bruce opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say the words.

"I won't show up until the world's enemy appears, so before that, don't die, Batman." Unlucky Pope seemed to have heard what Bruce was thinking. He smiled gently and replied, and then his figure disappeared in this white space like a shattered star.

"Um..." Bruce responded, but it was unclear whether this was an agreement or a rejection, or if it had no meaning at all.

Space dissipates.

The next moment, Bruce opened his eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling above his head. He suddenly wondered if this had happened before.

He covered his eyes with his hands, remained silent for a while, and then slowly stood up. This time he didn't feel dizzy like last time. However, looking at the familiar furniture around him, Bruce suddenly felt dazed.

"If you are looking for the whereabouts of Miss Unlucky Pop, then I am sorry to tell you that Miss Unlucky Pop has left." Alfu's voice suddenly appeared in the bedroom, and Bruce was frightened by the unexpected voice.

"I didn't, Alfu, how long have I slept?" Bruce rubbed his eyebrows and asked Alfu.

"Master Bruce, you have slept for two days. Seeing you sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to wake you up." Although Ah Fu said this, there was no expression on his face, as if he was a cold machine.

"Alfu, did I do something wrong?" Bruce naturally also felt Alfu's strange attitude. This situation usually only occurred when he did something wrong, but Bruce was unable to think about it at this moment.

"Of course not. This is the report that Miss Unlucky Pope asked me to pass on to you. It's about the situation in Gotham over the past two days. Take your time to read it. I'll go prepare some food for you." Alfred handed Bruce two reports and walked out without looking back. "Oh, by the way, I'll prepare the newspapers for you over the next two days."

"Sorry... for bothering you."