Chapter 111 (1/2)
Janet sprang up from his legs, clinging like a spider to the ceiling, into the darkness the fireplace couldn't light.
Her limbs bent unnaturally, her mouth hissed and disappeared.
Bruce rose warily, took the hook from the fireplace as a weapon, and searched the room. He was old, but still able to fight.
”Come out! Babatos! Face me
The fireplace suddenly went out, and the cold voice sounded again.
”What did you see after all this?”
”I didn't see anything!”
Bruce turns around, guarding every corner, hiding in the dark, which is his best tactic.
”Cluck, I know what you see. Bats and birds in the dark work together to make you what you are. You also see the failure of you in other worlds, you see your own powerlessness, and the truth of emptiness... ”
Bruce determines the source of the sound. He slowly approaches the window of his study, where there is a reflection of himself.
But now his body is old and weak, but his reflection is the way he was in his prime. His eyes are full of evil, and the dark unknown energy entangles him.
The reflection looked at him with a sinister smile: ”I'm here.”
”You! Babatos, you're trying to twist my story
Bruce clenched the hook and straightened up to face him.
”No, I made you. I saw you in the flood of time.” Babatos, with his hands spread out and his head tilted, replied, ”I have been lurking in the dark.”
Before Bruce could speak, he began to talk about his plan.
”I see you dress up as me and make me a sign of hope.”
”You're a perfect gateway, so I created the bat tribe, followed by owls, my dark birds, who together built you, your family, your history, your story, your city.”
Bruce approached the window: ”no! You madman
Babatos grinned, and there was a strange feeling in his smile, which could not be said to be his contempt for Batman or the joy of his own success.
”No! I am a bat
The phantom of babatos turned into a bat in an instant. It flew at high speed and crashed into the glass, leaving only a pool of red blood.
Bruce raised his fist and hammered at the glass until his hands were bloodshot. The window was still strong. Babatos appeared again in the dark window. He watched Bruce struggle with interest.
”You're nothing. I'll get out of here.” Bruce banged wildly on the glass.
”When you use bats as a symbol, we are inseparable. You can't escape. We have spent decades together in your nightmare. You have no hope.”
Darkness and fear are the power of bats, and he is the God of darkness, the God of bats.
Babatos touched the glass and calmly said to him, ”I just showed you a few worlds, and there are countless stories in the dark. You in the Dark Knights are the real you. They are stronger and closer to the door.”
”No...” Bruce shook his head. He didn't want to admit it.
”Why not?” Babatos opened his cloak, which projected the nightmares of Batman's massacre of their own universe, all of which were powerful enough to destroy the world: ”without my help, you would be penniless in the end.”
”No!”