[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Dick opened his eyes.

He sat up from the soft bed, felt a severe headache the moment he regained consciousness, and couldn't help pressing his forehead.

He felt his memory was in turmoil.

Ear-piercing buzzing sounds echoed in his ears, and his eyes couldn't focus. Countless strange lights and shadows flickered before his eyes, as if he had experienced a long interstellar journey.

This is... the Batcave?

He remembered like he was watching a movie here with Uriah, and then...then what happened?

He seems to have fallen asleep and had a nightmare?

The beeps started to fade away, and he heard another sound.The voice was speaking in a steady tone, it sounded like it was broadcasting some news——

"...After the police investigation, it has been confirmed that the old building collapsed due to the earthquake last night. The police found a dead body at the scene, and there were no other casualties..."

In Dick's vision, those annoying weird light spots finally dissipated, and he also saw where he was currently.

Not far away, Bruce took off the bat hood, and was sitting quietly in front of the bat computer at the moment, looking at the huge light screen projected.

Gotham's news program is being broadcast on the light screen. A reporter with a microphone is standing in front of the camera. Behind her is the abandoned church, and she is speaking nervously to the audience: "At present, we The police have confirmed that the body inside the collapsed church is the clown who recently escaped from Arkham. The notorious mentally ill criminal has been confirmed dead and murdered. It is not clear why the clown Appearing here, the murderer has no information..."

Dick woke up with a jolt, and he suddenly looked at the picture displayed on the light screen, his heart beating uncontrollably.

His consciousness gradually became clear, his soul gradually returned, and his memories began to emerge like a flood.

Everything that happened that night began to reappear indistinctly before his eyes like phantoms.

But those pictures are too blurry.

So blurry that Dick wasn't even sure if that was actually what happened, or if he was imagining it, or if his brain had blurred the horrific images out of self-preservation.

He yelled, "Bruce..."

He realized his voice was shaking.

Bruce turned to look at him.

"You're awake," he said.His voice was terribly hoarse.

There was a bruise under his eyes, and it was obvious that he hadn't slept for a long time.

"I..." Dick walked out of the hospital bed while leaning on the railing, he felt his legs were still a little weak, "I'm not sure, I seem to have a dream..."

Bruce looked at him, and Dick was stunned to see in Bruce's eyes an indescribable amount of tiredness, anger, and...sadness.

Dick staggered to his side, looking into those clear blue eyes, his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"I dreamed that Uriah killed the clown...I dreamed of him, dreamed of him...the pope, the warriors, they..."

He spoke intermittently.

He heard Bruce let out a long sigh, and then he stretched out his hand and gently hugged the boy in front of him into his arms.

"It's my fault." He said softly, "It's my fault."

Dick's eyes widened.

He felt some sour, sharp emotion piercing from the bottom of his heart unstoppably, piercing through every line of defense in his heart, piercing straight into the weakest and softest place.

"I don't understand...I don't understand!" He said, his eyes widened, the clear sea in his eyes was full of confusion, confusion and grief, and emotions almost overflowed, "Why is this so, Obviously everything has just gotten better...it should have gotten better!"

Why did Yulia disappear just overnight?

How can people just disappear so suddenly?

They didn't even get to say goodbye properly!

Just yesterday morning, Uriah was still smiling at him in the coffee shop and told him that maybe one day in the future he would leave here.

And although he was a little overwhelmed and anxious at the time, he also believed in his heart that they still had time, maybe a miracle would happen, maybe they could really find a way to free Uriah from the curse brought by the Outer God.

He even believed that even if they had to leave, at least they would have a grand farewell.

rather than as it is now.

He just disappeared.

When he left, he didn't even leave in human form.

So silently, so suddenly.

……

Bruce pressed Dick's shoulders, looking straight into his wet eyes.

His voice seemed to be full of depression and pain: "Sorry."

It's all his fault.

From the very beginning, he misunderstood the revelation and omen given to him by the eye of the secret star.

Perhaps, the Eye of the Secret Star at that time was warning him that interfering with the affairs of the messenger would lead to the appearance of the dream scene.

Or, the Eye of the Secret Star was deliberately misleading him with the scene in the dream, luring him to do all the subsequent actions, and finally leading to the ending he wanted.

No matter which one it is, the beginning of everything can only be attributed to his wrong judgment.

All night long, he thought about it for a long time.

He finally recalled what Uriah had said.

At that time, he was preparing to embark on a long journey to learn the abilities he needed around the world.On the way to the airport, he saw a fallen, emaciated child.

He sat on the snow-covered ground with his dirty bread in his arms, his eyes were red.He sat there quietly, neither crying nor fussing, just in a daze.

Bruce got out of the warm car with the heater on and helped the kid.

Maybe it's too old, or maybe it's not an important memory for Bruce, so that when he saw Uriah, he couldn't connect him with that child.

But that child always remembers.

During the whole night of long thinking, Bruce would also think, for the Church, wouldn't the value of a messenger who had joined the Star Nest be much greater than that of an ordinary person who refused to believe in the Eye of the Secret Star?

His heart, which was in pain because of the messenger's departure, could not calm down, but he could only force himself to calm down. Even though the sadness and anger were about to engulf him, he still forced himself to think about these things that were equivalent to tearing open the wound. question.

——Why did the messenger risk his life to save him?

——Why did the church acquiesce in this kind of thing?

The former answer was because of the messenger's gratitude to him.

Before last night, the messenger had never expressed this gratitude. Bruce couldn't even remember what he had done to this child, and he didn't know what the warmth he had given meant to this child. .

until last night.

Without the slightest hesitation, the child traded his future for his survival.Even at the last moment, he made a desperate move to kill Gotham's deepest curse, and let the last dark cloud hanging over Gotham dissipate.

But why would the church acquiesce in him giving up his life?The Pope even took the initiative to inform the courier of this matter, which is almost equivalent to directly notifying the courier to come and die.

Why, in the eyes of the church, he, an ordinary human who cannot believe in outer gods, is more valuable than the members of Star Nest, and is worth such a sacrifice in exchange?

There are only three known members of Star Nest so far.Even if they had more people, they would not be in the current situation.

In the end, Bruce could only come to a conclusion that was cruel enough to make him angry.

——The messenger is no longer valuable to Star Nest.

He is undoubtedly the most fragile and innocent existence in Star Nest, perhaps just as a transition for Star Nest to come to earth, so that Star Nest can better integrate into human society—after all, whether it is the Pope or a warrior , are clearly not human.

Before the church can develop, there must be a messenger to send a signal of dawn to this city living in chaos and fear.

This is what he exists for.

After dawn, the messenger loses its meaning.

Not only has it lost its meaning, but the contamination from the outer gods in him is even a threat to the people around him.

So of course he was the first one to be abandoned.

If you reason further, everything becomes clearer.

The Eye of the Mystic induced him to prevent the Courier from killing Falcone, thus causing the Lunar Terror to enter Arkham and taint the Joker.

The Pope also deliberately didn't deal with the Joker's contamination early on, instead allowing the Joker to break out of Arkham for a plot against Batman.

And the final result of this calculation is nothing more than two.

Either Batman becomes a disciple of the Eye of the Mystic, joins Starnest, and becomes a long-desired agent.

Either the messenger dies.

And every ending is beneficial to Xingchao.

They used everything that could be used, just to achieve such a terrible situation.Even if the courier is completely dead, it can be called the best use of everything for them.

……

But Bruce couldn't criticize their actions from the commanding heights.

Because their starting point is to save this precarious world after all, but they chose a path that will not be recognized by Batman or most people.

A mechanical, cruel, precise and inhuman road.

And Yulia, this young man under 20 years old, this young man who has tasted the warmth and bitterness of the world and is full of despair, has thus become an insignificant victim on this road.

He is not the first.

And definitely won't be the last.

Dick had calmed down a little by now.

Although he is not very old, he has experienced many storms after all. After a brief emotional breakdown, he quickly regained his senses, but his voice was still trembling uncontrollably: "So, what happened later? I didn't Can withstand the pollution... I fainted, right?"

"..." Bruce nodded silently, "Later, the samurai and the pope left there, and they left the clown's body there without any care. The church is about to collapse, and I can only take you and leave first when I wake up."

He didn't mention everything about Uriah the whole time.

Dick didn't ask either.

Because the answer is already obvious.

The messenger was killed by the samurai almost instantly.

The samurai drew his sword without hesitation, and his blade fell like a galaxy, ending the monster's painful and short life in an instant.

Then the messenger turned into countless stars and disappeared into this world.

At that moment, Batman saw the phantom of the Mystic Eye emerging from behind him.

His gaze swept across everything in this world calmly, and then disappeared like an illusion.

So vast, cold, lonely, so far away.

"Are you okay?" Bruce looked at the pale Dick with some concern.

After a night of calming down and digesting, he has basically accepted this cruel fact.But Dick has just woken up and just learned the bad news, and he and Uriah are so good.

"I'm not good," said Dick, his eyes were red.

Bruce hesitated to speak.

Dick raised his head and looked at him, and said softly: "Actually, Uriah and I talked about his future yesterday—I'm not completely unprepared for his departure..."

Bruce flinched slightly.

"He said that he would return to the embrace of the gods soon." Dick said hoarsely, "I think he should have been prepared a long time ago... That's why he was so determined."

He was so determined that he didn't even look back.

"I just hate myself, you know Bruce, I was like a spectator in that church!" said Dick, his eyes getting redder, "I can't do anything, I'm so weak, so ridiculously weak ...I can't change anything, I can only watch him go further and further..."

"Dick..." Bruce frowned worriedly.

Dick cut him off. "Maybe, maybe I need to calm down and be alone for a while, Bruce."

"...Okay," Bruce said.

He watched Dick leave the Batcave with unsteady steps. When Dick's figure disappeared completely, he sighed silently and sat back in the chair.

His eyes glanced at the dagger that was placed not far away.

It was the dagger he picked up in front of the clown's corpse at the last moment.

Uriah's last relic.

His spoils, his hatred, his determination, his relief.

The news of Gotham City was still broadcast on the light screen.

"Regarding the clown escape, we were honored to receive a response from Mayor Elmer—"

At the scene of the press conference, Elmer was facing the camera at the moment, and said in a calm tone: "The city hall has just received a response from the Mystery Church. The Mystery Church announced that it was responsible for the church collapse and the small-scale earthquake last night, and will Rebuild the church within a month and compensate any affected Gotham residents, but the church is unaware of the Joker's death. Currently, the Gotham Police Department is doing its best to track down the clues related to the case..."

Bruce stared blankly at Elmer's dignified face, and unconsciously clenched his hands on the table.

His eyes were cold, and he whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Secret Star Church..."

……

beyond the stars.

The deepest part of the dark side of the universe.

Hawthorne stretched out two small pieces of his numerous torso, holding the limbs of the mutant messenger that had been split in half by the warrior, full of helplessness in his heart.

He rubbed his limbs together and put them aside.

The pile of limbs that couldn't see what they were in the end began to squirm spontaneously, as if they were slowly being reborn.

【Sir, you are...】

"I'm not willing to lose it." Hawthorne said, "Let's keep it for now."

[But this body has been polluted to the point where it cannot be used. 】

After a moment of silence, Hawthorne said: "Let's put it here. Perhaps with my divine revelation, the messenger's broken spirit body can be revived, so that I can guide him to find his sister."

【...Your kindness amazed even the stars. 】

"Don't hurt me." Hawthorne said amusedly, "We're in trouble, you know?"

[You are saying that your body bypassed you and gave Batman a revelation? 】

"Well," Hawthorne said, "and this act of killing the messenger always makes me feel uncomfortable. It always feels bad to kill a part of myself. Maybe I need to take a break to figure out what's going on. What's the problem."

【The earth...】

Hawthorne laughed.

"It's fine for the time being." He said, "I observed the fuzzy near future a little bit, and the next place where something goes wrong should be in a city called New York on Earth, and the time is three years after the human calendar."

[This is too short, so you can only take a nap. 】

"Human beings have to be given some time to breathe." Hawthorne said, "I hope that the next time I come, with a foundation of faith, my actions will be a little easier..."