In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 108: Battle of Living Hell (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

In the morning, the sun shines into the bedroom of Wayne Manor, Bruce sits up from the bed, Alfred stands outside the door, Bruce asks him: "What time is it?"

"It's nine o'clock, master."

Bruce was a little surprised. He walked to the window, opened the curtains and took a look, and found that the sky outside was indeed very bright. Since returning to Gotham, it was the first time he got up so late.

The butler, Alfred, looked very happy. When Bruce went downstairs to eat breakfast, Alfred stood aside with a smile.

"Ah Fu, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so happy?"

"Because the young master seems to be very happy recently."

Bruce froze for a moment, is he happy? He touched his face, and then tried hard to recall his recent behavior patterns.

Because of Schiller's genius and creative student internship program at Gotham University, Bruce has been really busy recently. If you can't move over there, if you can't live there, the gang members who move here have made arrangements.

He suddenly discovered that recently he had been Bruce much longer than Batman.

In the past in Wayne Manor, he would not hide his true nature. He seldom smiled and was relatively taciturn. Although he was very close to Ah Fu, he rarely had any mood swings.

But recently, because of being Bruce for too long, his behavior patterns have become more like the **** he pretended to be, and he no longer has a straight face all day long, and occasionally jokes with Alfred .

This caused a warning to rise in his heart. Since returning to Gotham, he has never slept until nine o'clock naturally, which is a sign that his spirit is letting down his vigilance.

From a psychological point of view, this is actually quite normal. A large part of who a person becomes is who he thinks he is. Bruce is only 18 years old and has just started college. When he was a sociable rich man, he couldn't clearly find the boundary between this disguised identity and his own personality.

After another busy day, Bruce who came back was in the bathroom of his bedroom. He turned on the tap and washed his face with cold water.

The curtain next to him was gently blown by the evening wind, and the cold light was above his head, making a dark shadow gather under his feet.

Bruce propped his hands on the washstand and looked at the mirror in front of him. The person in the mirror had a pair of blue eyes, but the light from top to bottom made his eyes shrouded in the shadow of the eyebrow arch.

"Who am I??" he asked.

"Who am I?"

"Who am I..."

His voice echoed in the empty room, the sound hit the wall, and returned to his ears, as if another him was asking him this sentence, he felt vaguely, he seemed to hear There was an answer, but it seemed as if nothing had been heard.

There's no way a reflected echo could give him an answer, Bruce knows that.

He stretched out his hand to wipe away the mist that had condensed on the glass and see what his eyes looked like, but in the end, he still didn't do that, leaving his entire face and eyes covered by the mist on the surface of the mirror , Then he stood up straight and looked at himself in the mirror as if condescending.

"I am Batman."

"I am Batman..."

The corners of his mouth began to drop a little bit. He didn't wear a face mask, but when the shadow climbed over his face, the whole face seemed to be covered under a black mask again.

The shadows covering those blue eyes grew thicker, and finally, only his deep voice echoed in the empty manor, he said: "I am, Batman..."

Bruce walked out of the bathroom. In the dark bedroom, he didn't turn on the light. He just went to the door and opened it. Then he continued through the dark corridor. Alfred, who was sitting down, was wiping the old telephone with a felt cloth.

Since Bruce came back, he invented a new mobile communication device for himself, that is, a mobile phone. He never used that phone again. When it rings the bell, it makes the estate seem even emptier.

But Alfred cherishes that telephone very much, Bruce has never seen a trace of dust on it, and it is the same today, but the difference is that Bruce heard Alfred humming, that It's a bit like a jazz ditty, full of the style of the previous era, just like the happy and lively mood of immigrants when they first discovered this Gold Coast.

Bruce looked at Alfred's back, he closed his eyes in some pain, he clenched his hand holding on to the railing, the old wooden railing made a soft sound, Alfred turned his head and saw Bruce Standing on the top of the stairs, before he could ask, Bruce returned to the bedroom as if fleeing.

When he closed the bedroom door, he was almost gasping for breath, as if this distance was more tiring than running a few thousand meters.

He felt a violent emotion churning in his heart, as if something was constantly stimulating the emotional system in his brain.

Since a long time ago, Bruce has not felt such intense emotions. After a gunshot on a dark night, Bruce's emotional world has lost half of the emotions, all the joyful, happy and moving emotions. , has been away from him for a long time.

But when seeing Alfred so happy, Bruce didn't know how to describe his mood, and this problem had troubled him for a long time.

The troubled Bruce tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep. An inexplicable impulsive emotion was affecting him. He had no other choice but to put on the bat suit, and then left Wayne Manor.

This is the first time Batman doesn't put on this suit to get out of here because he doesn't want to fight criminals, he just wants to escape the emotion he doesn't want to accept.

So, after leaving Wayne Manor, he wandered around Gotham almost aimlessly. Prison... No, it's time to be sent to a mental hospital today.

Thinking of this, Batman covered his forehead in discomfort, what was he thinking? Sober up! You are not Bruce now! Don't bother with the **** going back and forth between hospitals and prisons!

But Batman still couldn't control himself. When he thought that tomorrow the prison population would exceed 28% and the vacancy rate of the wards would be less than 15%, he felt that this pressure was more terrifying than anything else.

But hell, Batman wandered around for half an hour in this city where you could encounter three robberies within two steps, but he still hasn't encountered a single criminal.

Now the streets near the turntable in the city center can be said to be brightly lit. There are night markets thousands of meters long on the four avenues extending from the turntable, brightly lit all night long.

Will come here, most of them are people who work night shift, not only those truck drivers who have to deliver goods at night, but also dock porters who work night shift, warehouse guards, security guards, etc. Now this group of people is Gotham most active townspeople.

Batman is standing on the top of a tall building. He knows very well that if he jumps in such a suit now, he will be shot twice before he lands, and there is no crime here. Obviously, the city center There is no need for Batman, he can only get out of here and go further.

The central turntable and major transportation hubs of Gotham City are not all. There are more dark neighborhoods where the lights cannot cover. Batman followed his dark instinct and came to the most dark place in Gotham A dark place.

This is the East Side of Gotham. The East Side has always been synonymous with chaos in Gotham. The gangs here can be said to be intricate and intricate, but the chaos in the East Side is also graded.

One of the most terrifying places, known as "living hell", is the westernmost block in the East End, that is, the place farthest from the pier, and it is also the most crowded, most densely populated, darkest and poorest The place.

The Living Hell is often referred to by Gotham people as "Gotham within Gotham". I can't do it with both arms, and there are so many sundries piled up in such a dark and narrow alley, there is almost no place for people to stay.

When Batman fell from the roof and walked into the first street of living hell, he found that when he looked up from the ground, there was only a very narrow gap in the sky above his head, densely packed with wires and The antenna even obscured most of the field of vision, like a big net hanging over the head.

It is very difficult to move forward in such an alley, even Batman is no exception, there is almost no light here, only a few high windows reveal a little light, Batman almost tripped over the garbage bag After pouring down several times, I finally turned on the flashlight.

But even so, it was very difficult to walk here. Batman had just taken two steps in an alley when he found an extremely twisted staircase spiraling into a dark corridor.

He walked up the creaking stairs, and when he came out after entering the corridor, he found that there was another flat land in front of him. He walked forward and found that it was the roof of a building, and the soles of his feet were is another dark alley.

Batman found a ladder on the roof of this building to reach the roof of the other side. Even if this kind of ladder is Batman's skill, he has to walk over it carefully.

When he stood on the ladder, he looked down, and the bottom was like an endless abyss, all of which were layers of windows, wires, garbage bags, all the complicated things were entangled, like going down layer by layer sprawling hell.

Crossing the ladder to the other side, he saw a mountain of garbage bags piled up on the top corner of the building. Going to the other side, there was another tall building stacked on top of each other. Through the small door, after Batman walked in, he really came to the building of the living hell.

The situation here is worse than outside, there is hardly any light, and the corridor is so narrow that Batman has to bow his head and tighten his arms, otherwise he will not be able to climb the stairs at all.

Batman feels that it is not accurate to call this kind of passage a staircase, it is more like an intestine, and this place is called a living hell, which is too appropriate.

This narrow, dark and cramped corridor is like an intestinal organ in a living being. After Batman walked up two floors, he finally saw another small door beside him.

After going out through this door, the corridor in front of me is finally a little more spacious, but the door is still closed, and there are various signs hanging in the corridor~IndoMTL.com~Delicatessen, grocery store, hairdresser shop etc.

Batman was suddenly surprised to find that Living Hell seemed to have its own ecosystem. He walked through this corridor and found a small door with six intestines leading here, and according to Batman's estimation, these six intestines The structure of the passage should be the same as when he came, corresponding to the entrances in the six directions of the building.

This is really weird and wonderful, Batman thought.

This city is like the epitome of Gotham, and it is worthy of the title of "Gotham in Gotham".

He was surprised to find that there are not only all kinds of living facilities here, but also a system of electricity, water and communication. The thick water pipes spread forward infinitely in the dark corridor, like thick blood vessels, Wires hung in a mess above his head, like densely packed nerves.

Countless posters and advertisements are posted on the side of every door, and there are even letterboxes hanging in front of many doors.

This is the first time Batman has seen Gotham like this. After all, he didn't have a Batmobile before. They are all within this range, after all, it is the most prosperous commercial street in Gotham.

But now, in this living hell, he has seen another side of Gotham City that is unknown, or in other words, the reality under the bustling surface of Gotham City.

But what is strange is that this place is dark, cramped, scary and weird, but it has a complete ecological system, showing a different vitality and charm, and even a fascinating beauty.

Batman thought he might be crazy, and he even thought that such a real and chaotic scene was the city's final answer.