[Comprehensive British and American] Don't rush, the angel beast is evolving

As Batman, Bruce Wayne knows Gotham as well as a part of himself.

The Gotham that wasn't written about in the newspapers, the Gotham that wasn't reported on the TV programs... Under all the rumors about Gotham,? In the endless crime and eternal madness, the other side of the Gotham... Tan.

This Gotham is dark at night.

He knows in which direction the hook-cable gun should be shot, so that it can be accurately aimed at the head of the gargoyle; At the third-to-last sewer entrance in the deepest part of Ninth Avenue, there is a door leading to Gotham's underground transportation system; he knows everything about Gotham—

He knew how long it would have taken him, if he hadn't thrown a rope of the right size, over the bell tower on St. Prepare a gun when he arrives at Double-Face. He needs to open several incisions in his waist when he was shot, in order to remove the bullet embedded in his abdomen; how many bones...

He knew he was Gotham.

He bears the same sins as Gotham.

He's lost in the same night as Gotham.

... Many years ago, a child walked out of the alley behind that movie theater.

Gotham has since bred its own monsters.

The black cloak unfolded in the middle of the night in Gotham, and he jumped off the gargoyle on the top of the building, as if embracing the darkness of Gotham with open arms.

As flesh and blood, Bruce Wayne can be destroyed.

But as a symbol of horror and nightmare, Batman will live forever in this city.

The Dark Knight is Gotham's undying legend.

The criminals of Gotham will forever be haunted by the fear of The Executioner, who is their Sword of Damoris.

This sword hangs high over the heads of all the criminals in Gotham, making them think with fear when they take every next step to commit crimes.

—Consider the wrath of the Dark Knight, whether there will be the wrath of Achilles? Throw them into hell.

However,? However.

When Achilles was shot in the heel by a poisoned arrow.

This lonely person who was once so powerful that he merged with the darkness became a warning monument in the long night——

Under his hanging cloak, he was pierced by thousands of arrows.

……

He's going to three funerals.

The first funeral, burying his adopted son,? Jason Todd.

By the time he got to the warehouse that day of destruction, the Joker had smashed every bone in Jason's body with a crowbar.

The green-haired maniac was still laughing when he caught him, rolling with laughter, even wiping dirty tears mixed with white foundation on Batman's black cape.

And he was holding his child's body, the black cloak was like a drop of ink on the ground.

He ran his fingers tremblingly through his hair.He had never touched his hair like this before, so he never knew that this child's black hair was unexpectedly soft.

This child had a cynical look on his face all his life, as if he was out of tune with this world, but after his death he regained a long-term calm.

In the alley that night, he approached the Batmobile, and saw that thin and lonely body curled up behind the Batmobile like a leopard caught by a hunter.

This smudged waif wants to take off the tires on his Batmobile and sell them for money.

The waif held the wrench in his hand, and raised two pairs of eyes hidden behind the hub of the Batwheel. The blue-gray eyes were crystal clear to an astonishing degree.

Batman approached him step by step, and the black cloak dragged out all the terrifying rumors of the Dark Knight behind him-the stories that threatened all evils in the streets and alleys of Gotham, and were circulated by people in horrified whispers.

But this homeless kid just looked at him stubbornly, as if he was frightened by him, but also as if he insisted on standing in front of him, expressing to him with body language: I stole your tire, but I will not run , I'm standing here, I'm not going anywhere.

Batman stood in front of him, the steel blue eyes behind the bat mask looked at this wild dog-like child, the silent pressure almost condensed the air into substance.

——He saw some kind of unwillingness deep in the soul, some kind of anger and resistance to fate on this child's immature face. In the heart of a black abyss, he projected his own appearance.

He took him away.

Thinking he was going to punish him, the kid scrambled on the Batmobile, biting at his cape and kicking at the Batmobile controls.

He slapped his palms on the dashboard, grabbed the little bastard by the neck, and threatened him not to try to challenge his authority with that gruff, low-pitched hellish voice that he used to deter criminals.

...He adopted him as his second adopted son.

But he still kept his original name, Jason Todd.

Jason and Dick used to fight a lot at first, the boys' eyes were blazing with anger, and they couldn't stand each other, often with bruises on their faces and bandages everywhere.

But at some point, their relationship broke the ice again.They stopped fighting, and even cooperated with each other occasionally, but they turned their external spearheads on him in unison.

Both children had conflicts of opinion with him more or less.Especially Jason, the father and son seldom had a good conversation.

When Jason faced him, his expression was always proud and resistant, but the trace of hope in his eyes was like a flame burning in the dark.

so dazzling.

He knew the kid adored him.Jason longed for his approval, even if it was just a nod.

But he couldn't... He had already turned into darkness in the long night of fighting against disorder and chaos.He's used to being cold and hard--Batman's--to everything.

So he never showed a trace of fatherly warmth to this child.

He trains him, trains him, teaches him all combat knowledge, gun skills, and takes him to see every secret passage in Gotham.He undoubtedly poured as much attention into him as Dick, but was stingy and stubborn, unwilling to utter a sound of tentative concern.

After Dick ran away from home, he made Jason the new Robin.

The teen's excitement as he put on the uniform was palpable, and he tried to suppress his excitement in front of him, but couldn't help but punch a few times out of thin air, his whole body jumping up.

He silently lowered his head and took a sip of coffee next to him, remaining silent.

As they fight crime with the new Robin, their bickering intensifies.

Robin couldn't understand his stubbornness, and he wasn't going to explain his beliefs to anyone.

Frequent quarrels broke out, which became the thrust between them, pushing the father and son further and further apart.

The two of them are the most tense father and son relationship in the world.

It looks like they hate each other.They always had sex-filled quarrels, and he didn't say a word to Jason in a friendly way, and Jason always claimed to call him Old Bat, and even avoided calling him by his name.

On the night that Jason left him alone, their inevitable quarrel broke out again. Before leaving, Jason gave him a last look of hatred and told him "Of course I will take responsibility to the end".

He was utterly enraged by then, and he didn't hold back much, thinking that Robin would always come back to him after leaving the Batcave alone.

... But he later realized that sometimes people spend their entire lives regretting the most common and trivial actions.Always, never.

——That turned out to be the last conversation he had with Jason.

He lost a child.

He lost his family again.

All kinds of things in the past seemed to reappear in reincarnation, and they were repeated on his body.

It seemed to be the worst gift Gotham gave him.

He buried his son as a father.

He personally covered the coffin for the boy whose eyes were closed forever.

The heavy coffin is the lowered stone gate, which separates him from his world.

He put a family photo they took the year before before in his still clenched hands, as if angrily about to punch the world.

In the photo, he is sitting in a high-backed chair, Alfred is standing on the left, Dick, who has grown into a strong young man, is standing behind the chair, and his second son, who will die a year after the photo was taken, is full of faces Reluctantly, he put his arms on the back of the chair.

He turned his face slightly to look at him at that time——

It was the boy's slightly red eyes that met him.

He immediately looked away and didn't look again.

He knew what Jason had been longing for in his heart, a child who hadn't grown up, and would still secretly reveal a trace of true feelings for the sometimes sudden gifts of fate.

He maintained his dignity without piercing his self-esteem, pretending that he didn't see anything, and looked at the camera with serious eyes.

This is the only time he has shown him the slightest warmth.

……

The second funeral, the burial of Clark Kent's parents, Jonathan Kent, and Martha Kent.

On that day of destruction, with a heart stopped, the clown smiled and pressed the switch in the warehouse that was disguised as a model of a white castle.

The bombs secretly buried in the metropolis exploded at the same time, and the whole city was flattened and turned into ruins in the explosive explosion.

On this day, the earth lost its city of tomorrow.

Although the Justice League and the Avengers who arrived later had tried their best to rescue them during the explosion, the number of people actually rescued was less than one million, and all the remaining residents of the metropolis, along with the city's disappear and lose their lives.

Among them, the Kent couple who came to the Metropolis to visit Rorschach and Clark were also included.

They lived in a hotel not far from Clark Kent's rented apartment.

Even when the bomb went off, his mother was still calling him worried.

But when the bomb exploded.

The whole city fell to the sound of bomb explosions.

Buildings collapsed.

Countless mushroom clouds rose from the ground.

The city of tomorrow, which is talked about by everyone and often mentioned by Americans with pride and pride, has become a deep mark on the road touched by God's fingertips.

That is not a scar that human power can inflict...

It sank the entire city in an instant.

The intense light it erupted even made the entire adjacent Gotham see the real daylight in the glow of the doomsday.

——On that day, human beings ushered in their end.

The Kents perished in the fall of an entire city.

And their son.

The only son they loved since childhood.

The Kryptonian orphan they found in the endless cornfields of Kansas.

The most famous hero in the world.Guardian of the Earth.The savior of mankind.Jesus Christ.Jesus Christ soaked in blood.The Son of the Cross.Jesus wrapped in the shroud.

He staggered to the place where his parents were buried, holding the skeleton of his beloved.

He lost all words in his agony.

He knelt down in the huge sunken pit, the crustal buzzing caused by the aftershocks of the explosion, centering on him, extended in all directions.

—that is the sacred music played for the true birth of the Son, the Saint, and the King Christ, the God of men.

The entire crust, starting from the ruins of the metropolis, spreads for hundreds of miles to thousands of miles. All the man-made structures on the east coast of North America, in the mercy of the gods, shed tears like dust.

From that moment on, Superman has been insane.

He insisted on not handing over their remains, took the three of his favorite people, and flew to the Fortress of Solitude, trying to use the restoration matrix to revive his eternal sigh in the world.

He failed again and again, tried again and again, as if the fact that this would delay their deaths was a foregone conclusion.

...He wanted to contend with that cruel fate.

He wanted to hold up a sky made of his chest for his loved one amidst the mountain of misfortune.

He doesn't believe in the so-called fate...

How can he believe it?

How can he believe it? ?

How could he close his eyes and embrace death with all he had?

Fate took everything he had.

All love and hate.

All hope for the future.

All enthusiasm.

All mercy.

All... all his joy.

He suddenly finds himself so small and powerless in the harsh truth of the world.

That fate, that fate pressing down upon him...

crush him to pieces.

Make him beyond redemption.

Bruce Wayne no longer remembers how he got back the bones they wanted from Superman.

He took care of all the funeral process for them.

The Scottish bagpipes were singing like weeping, and the trumpeter playing the oboe stood behind the two coffins with a solemn expression, as if he had stood by the roadside thousands of years ago, seeing countless silent boulders blown away by the rain and wind.

Their only son hung under the tall locust tree in front of the Kent farm, quietly watching the entire funeral.

He seemed to be blown away in the daylight by the rays of the yellow sun.

The red cloak flying behind the Son of God was like a handful of the most shocking blood.

Kamito was silent, the tree shadow cast half bright and half dark light marks on his face, his eyes sank in the tree shadow, only the square jaw with firm lines cast shadow.

Bruce called him, "Clark."

And Christ looked down at him from the grave of his parents.

"I should have killed him long ago," Superman murmured.

He is not confessing to anyone.

Not a sigh of regret either.

He was...declaring war on him.

"Why didn't you kill him?"

Superman's gaze was fixed on his face like a sharp knife.

He questioned his most trusted comrade-in-arms, with a look of sadness and enlightenment on his face.

Bruce seemed to have foreseen something, and he suddenly reached out to him in vain and shouted: "No!——"

But the red cloak had already disappeared in front of him at a speed approaching the speed of light.

... In his palm, he only caught a gust of howling wind.

……

The third funeral, to bury a dream he had.

The Alice who fell in his arms died.

His...Alice.

The silence that cannot be silenced always echoes in his dreams every night.

He saw an angel falling from the sky in the darkness, it was an angel who betrayed God and came to the world, its dazzling pure white wings pierced the darkness and fell into his arms.

That was his Alice.

...Alice.

"So Alice ran and ran and ran after the rabbit, but the rabbit ran into a hole in a tree."

When he was a child, he heard his parents tell him the story in this picture book at the bedside.

He asked curiously at that time: "But Alice jumped into the rabbit hole, wouldn't she be afraid?"

His parents smiled and touched his head, "How could Alice be afraid? For her, Wonderland is an adventure. She has great courage, and Alice will not be afraid."

He nodded half-understanding, hugging the picture book, thinking in his heart that when he grows up, he will dig a rabbit hole for Alice, so that Alice will no longer jump into the bottomless abyss alone.

... But he never thought that one day, he would carry the coffin of a dead boy.

The coffin was on his shoulders. He had suffered countless beatings, gun marks, and knife wounds in the dark, and his shoulders, which had never been lowered by half, were suddenly crushed by the heavy coffin.

In the unspeakable silence, he carried the boy's coffin towards the cemetery.

They offered fragrant and soft white tulips to the dead boy, covering his coffin, and the garland hung down on his face, like a boy looking back.

White tulips symbolize purity, forgiveness, and ultimate peace.

Rorschach Leonard will be buried in the cemetery his parents chose for him.

When he came, he was clean, and when he died, his face was peaceful, as if he was only taking a nap.

Countless people came to his funeral.

They were all dressed in black, holding long burning lamps in their hands, silently following the coffin-carrying team, with occasional soft weeping and mourning.

They are all people who love him in this world...

Every.

Everyone loves him.

How could anyone not love him.

Anyone who comes into contact with him will fall in love with his smile.His baby blue eyes are the clearest crystals on the ocean, a flower blooming on the ice field.

He is a smiling angel who came to earth from heaven.

Now, he is going back to the paradise that belongs to him.

He didn't say a word, solemn and solemn, his black suit coat creased deep wrinkles during his actions, only the hand that lifted the coffin trembled slightly under the young man's coffin.

It seems that his memory is just a good dream, and he still has to go forward alone when he wakes up.

The kid with the world's brightest smile fell into his arms like a candy.

He smiled happily: "Bruce...Bruce? What's wrong with you?"

His laughter made his heart skip a beat and his liver trembled.

Like a light that made him feel pain.

He pushed him away roughly, he always reprimanded him coldly, he mercilessly kept him out of his heart, he wrapped his black cloak tightly in the heavy rain at midnight in Gotham, and watched him silently.

…Looking at a butterfly flying towards the light in the dark night with the determination to die.

Sometimes he couldn't help sitting alone in the dark, thinking about the little things since the boy met him.

The blond boy showed the back of his neck in his hands.

Although he asked him worriedly, "How long will the rejection last, will I always be in this pain?"

Still trembling with fear as the scalpel cut his skin.

But still firmly told him, "I believe in you, B."

So fearless, it seems to have the trust that uses life as collateral.

He enveloped him under himself in the Batcave medical room.

The pale face due to lack of blood was facing him, but there was an amazing light in his eyes.

The fire in his eyes seemed to burn his soul out.

At that moment, he knew that he couldn't stop him.

Creatures in the dark always tend towards the light.

He couldn't admit it, he fell in love with the light that fell into his arms.

But this brave Alice chose to go to the most dazzling sun.

The sun god who has lost everything casts the last dust of his grave for his beloved.

The black soil fell from the hands of the Man of Steel and spread on the coffin engraved with the boy's name, like a kind of proof.

Everything that proves them, with the closing of the coffin, marks the end here.

Superman was so sad that he seemed to have aged dozens of years overnight, and there were stars and white hairs on his temples.

He knelt down in front of the boy's grave, and after weeping for a long time, he suddenly went mad, trying to dig out the coffin that had just been buried in the moist soil.

Everyone stepped forward one after another, trying to stop the god who was on the verge of madness.

And he just stepped forward, "Enough, Clark!"

He looked at Superman in the colorless sight, dignified and angry, "Don't forget what you promised him."

After a brief absence, Superman suddenly murmured, "I...I promised him...I want to..."

He suddenly grabbed a handful of dirt from the coffin!

"—I will keep this planet under my protection."

Superman stood up, and grave mud fell from his palm, sprinkled on Bruce Wayne's toes.

……

27 hours after Superman killed the Joker.

Bruce saw his comrades on television screens broadcast live around the world.

The court of a small country in the Middle East was about to try him. Just ten hours ago, he brutally strangled the neck of the country's supreme head of state.

He stood in the courtroom and was carried expressionlessly, and quietly listened to the proceedings against him.

The suffering Christ looked calmly, and slowly looked around at the people in this nondescript court in the camera: the deputy of the gangster, the judge who worked for the gangster government, and came from the Mediterranean Sea specially to gain the reputation of judging Superman International lawyers who flew in, officials under the government who sucked the blood of the entire country...

He raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the camera of the TV broadcast.

The camera automatically calibrated to match his god-like face.

"I have endured your endless wars and your trampling of the poor because of the laws you have made," he said solemnly, like thunder from the gods. "Your cruelty has always made me sad. I have always wondered why humans should So plundering, occupying, and killing each other, why your human history is only blood-stained, and wars are always sung in epics. Now I understand, because——you are weak."

He gently crushed the handcuffs they used to lock him, and all the machine guns around him were loaded, and the muzzles of each black hole were aimed at his body accurately.

But he flew low into the sky, looking at all beings with a compassionate expression.

"Because you are weak, you need to prove your strength by trampling on the lives of your own kind. You keep women and children under the shadow of death and hunger all day long. You let innocent people lead you over minefields. You press those The button to fire the missiles, you party to dissent and erase the voices of all dissidents, you delete all reports that are not good for you, you hide your ugliness, despicableness and greed, you have all the weaknesses and flaws of human nature - you, Why are you judging me?"

"You murdered the president!! You are challenging the human rights of the earth!!" The deputy of the gangster was furious in his words. He turned over and climbed onto the trial platform, trying to spread his voice with a microphone.

Superman turned his head sideways, shooting scarlet heat rays from his eyes!

The deputy's brain was instantly steamed under the high temperature of the heat rays.

Everyone screamed, bullets flew out of him like a storm, and the live broadcast signal of the TV program was quickly cut off, but Superman had no scruples at all. The heat rays swept through the crowd in the hail of bullets, and the residual limbs and corpses cut by the heat rays Splashing everywhere, blood and flesh flying across the courtroom, the horrifying scene made people feel like they were in purgatory.

The splashed blood dyed his cloak black.The once bright red cloak is now dark and drooping, and can no longer fly.

In the sea of ​​corpses and blood, he flew to the sky like a god returning to his place.

In 15 Corinthians No.[-], the Gospel spreads to the world:

"At that time Christ, having destroyed all principalities and powers and powers, gave up the kingdom to God the Father?—for Christ shall reign? When God has put all his enemies under his feet? .”

The author has something to say: Rorschach is on his way here.

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