Marvel's Dark Knight

Chapter 1 Spider-Man is Dead (Please collect)

The world is always changing.

It's just that some people can accept this change, and some people can't.

Just like the figure shown on the screen, the red and blue uniform with spider web patterns has told everyone the identity of that guy.

Spiderman.

A Spiderman who has been training in this city for a long time.

Although he has long been a good neighbor admired and loved by most people in this city, there are still some guys who don't have much feeling for this good neighbor.

For example, as a police officer on the front line of security in New York City, some guys naturally have no feelings for him.

Although they know that Spider-Man is a good person, but out of their own responsibilities, they still have to pay attention to and fear Spider-Man.

Of course, sometimes, not only the world is changing, but people are also changing.

At least in this world, he is the only one who likes to stand on the dripping stone beast on the top of the Fisk Building like Spiderman.

Now, there is one more.

Wayne looked at the city under his feet, obviously lost in thought.

The iconic building has already told Wayne the name of this place.

New York, Big Apple.

The Spider-Man news on the screen shows what kind of surprising events are happening in the world now.

A dangerous, yet fascinating world.

Raising his hand, Wayne just quietly looked at the equipment on his body.

The dark arm armor was firmly locked on the forearm, and the three barb-like armor plates on the outside of the arm armor carried a strong violent style.

The battle suit made of gray and black Kevlar fibers protected his fragile body, and the pitch-black cloak rippled darkly in the howling wind from the tall buildings.

He was born to be one with the darkness.

His style of painting seems naturally inconsistent with this world.

Gloom and darkness flowed in every corner of his body.

Clenching his fist, Wayne felt the power filling his body.

Possesses a body with plenty of strength, but it has not exceeded the limit that he can know.

And the head that keeps rationality almost all the time has already shown that the current Wayne is no longer an ordinary person at all.

The emphasized logo on his chest further illustrates his current identity.

Batman, a Batman who comes to a world with Spider-Man.

"It's nothing like Gotham."

Before Wayne said anything, a voice had already explained his views on the world.

"I've never seen anything like this in Gotham."

It was a vicissitudes of voice, as if he had already been overwhelmed by the burden on his body.

The appearance of this voice surprised Wayne, but there was no other reaction. He just accepted everything that happened quite calmly.

Even if the voice is ringing in his own brain.

"So I'm schizophrenic." With the help of the voice changer, Wayne's voice became low, hoarse, with a strong sense of oppression.

"No, boy, you might as well say that I live in your head." The voice contradicted Wayne's words.

Wayne closed his eyes and immersed himself in his thoughts.

It should have been difficult to do, but for Wayne now, everything is as natural as breathing.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no sight of New York City in front of him, only the two rows of cages on the left and right.

Wayne walked towards the first cage on his left. The cage was filled with darkness, and a cloud of black mist shrouded it.

He didn't want Wayne to see clearly what was inside.

Turning around and looking at the cage on the other side, it was the same.

Obviously not wanting him to see anything clearly.

He understood that this should be something like his own special ability.

But it seems that the answers are not revealed one by one in the order of the cages.

However, since there is no one in the first cage, where is the owner of the voice?

"You came?"

Contrary to what Wayne thought, the owner of the previous voice was not in the first cell of any row of cages at his hand.

Instead, the previous voice came from the second cell on the right.

Wayne walked over.

This cell is obviously different from the cell Wayne observed before.

There was no such thick black mist, and there was no such thing as a darkness where you couldn't see your fingers. What was just a normal prison cell.

But the people held here are not normal guys.

The jet-black outfit and the bat logo on the chest all prove that the criminal imprisoned here is also a variant of Batman among many.

It's just that this Batman, whether it's the background color of the bat logo on the chest or the belt used to carry various items, is all bright red like blood.

Wayne really doesn't know much about Batman, but he does know which period in another American comic world the Batman in this suit comes from.

This Batman is not called Bruce Wayne, his name is Thomas Wayne.

In the alley, it was no longer Batman's parents who died, but Thomas's son.

In the ephemeral world, Bruce Wayne's life ended when he was eight years old.

Unable to accept the death of her son, Martha Wayne became a madman after the accident. She cut the corners of her mouth and became a clown in another world.

Thomas Wayne became the Batman his son should have been.

Compared with the style of Batman in the main world, Thomas Wayne's style of Batman can be said to be extremely cruel. He never cares about the lives of criminals, nor does he care about whether those guys have so-called human rights.

He prefers to use guns to solve everything, and is more keen to take the lives of all those who dare to commit crimes in Gotham.

This Batman had no way to bring his son back to life, so he used another way to commemorate his son, which is to make Gotham clean again.

"You are a little different from what I imagined." Thomas stood up and walked to the cell door, looking through the cell door at Wayne who was now in front of him.

Wayne did not speak, a pair of blue eyes, looking at Thomas calmly.

Seeing Wayne in this state, Thomas worked hard to maintain his composure.

Even if he knew that what appeared in front of him would definitely not be his grown-up son.

As he said before, New York and Gotham are completely different, and the Wayne and Bruce in front of them are even further apart.

Even if they might have the same face.

"You can observe the world through my eyes and get the information you want." Wayne started.

The first sentence he spoke was to judge the way Thomas observed the outside world.

Nodding his head, Thomas did not deny Wayne's statement, but he still said, "Maybe the world you see is directly reflected in my mind."

"This matter can continue to be verified in the future." Wayne was not in a hurry to judge whether what Thomas said was true or false.

In Wayne's eyes, since he has been able to travel through the world, it is not an exaggeration to see some other strange things happen.

"Maybe you can help me become a person worthy of the name of Batman." After leaving these words, Wayne turned and walked out.

Thomas stood there for a while.

In the end, he shook his head and sat back on his simple bed.

It was not as luxurious and comfortable as the bed he had slept in, but what Thomas could feel here was unparalleled tranquility.

Not to mention that he might grow up with a Wayne.

When Wayne's consciousness returned to his body, the busy pedestrians in the city below him suddenly stopped.

A news item is being played on a screen hanging from a high-rise building.

"Insert a special message."

"Sad news that our hero Spider-Man passed away today."

"His death is related to another mysterious seismic event in Brooklyn today."

"Confirmed by multiple sources, Peter Parker..."

On the first day and hour of coming to this world, Spider-Man died.

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