I train Batman in a horror world

Inside a beautifully decorated corridor.

Bruce and Fowler walked ahead.

Behind them followed Wendy, dragging an axe, and Jack, who was limping.

now.

Bruce is talking to Fowler.

"I feel like you're all caught in some kind of obsession right now," Foul said, scratching his ear.

"What do you mean?" Bruce didn't quite understand what Fol meant.

Fowler gestured with his little paws in the air. "Look, your obsession is to help this family of three so that they don't end up like the tragic family in the story."

"Jack's obsession was to write a groundbreaking novel. I immediately recognized him as a complete idiot, and I think the hotel had a reason for abandoning him halfway through the trip."

"And then Wendy's... or rather, the hotel itself?"

"The former's obsession is to fulfill her duties as a wife, while the hotel, for some inexplicable reason, has its eye on you and wants to keep you here!"

"Look, aren't they all caught in a vortex of obsession?"

Bruce thought about it carefully for a moment, then said, "Did we forget to mention one?"

"You forgot one?" Foul blinked.

"Yes, it's you, and your obsession is to run away whenever you can," Bruce said expressionlessly.

"You disrespectful brat, have you forgotten who I am?!" Foul was furious.

Bruce grunted twice, ignoring Fowler's anger.

Of course, Fowler wasn't really angry; when others called him a coward, he just laughed it off.

But if someone says he's useless, he'll really get anxious.

......

After walking for several minutes, Bruce finally stopped after Jack reminded him.

"We've arrived, Bruce."

"..."

Bruce stood in front of a white door with a simple yet luxurious decoration.

He looked up at the prominent numbers at the top of the room.

237.

In the story, it is a room that is forbidden to enter.

It was when Jack entered this mysterious room that his personality changed drastically, and he began to pick up an axe and persecute his wife and children.

What's inside the room?

Bruce had absolutely no clue about it.

In the original story, when Jack opened the door, he saw a young, beautiful, naked woman, symbolizing his desires during his time at the hotel.

What will I see?

Regardless, even knowing it was a living hotel, Bruce still resorted to the most primitive methods.

He took the initiative and knocked on the door first.

Boom boom boom!

"Danny?"

Bruce tapped his fingers a few times, the sound echoing through the corridor.

He suddenly turned around and glanced at Jack and his wife.

Wendy had a mysterious smile on her face. Sensing her gaze, she raised her other hand.

A bunch of keys was hanging from her finger.

Wendy then deliberately shook it.

He gestured for Bruce to come and get it himself.

"..."

Jack then said, "Each room in the hotel requires a specific key to open. You need to use the key to get in, Bruce."

Bruce paused for a moment, then stepped forward and took the key.

Just before inserting the key, Foul couldn't help but say:

"Have you thought about what would happen if Danny weren't in there?"

"It's okay if he's not here," Bruce replied.

"Is it okay?"

"Yes." Bruce turned the key. "Because I know perfectly well that from the very beginning, the hotel has always wanted me."

"All right."

Fowler shrugged, stood on Bruce's shoulder, and accompanied him into the mysterious room.

Bruce entered room 237.

The hotel currently has three known rules:

Don't disturb Jack while he's writing.

Don't make Wendy angry.

Do not enter room 237.

Three rules.

Bruce broke through them one by one.

The breaking of rules should be met with consequences.

But Bruce prevented the backlash from happening in a clever way.

Outside.

Jack and Wendy guarded room 237 like doormen.

Jack glanced at the fire axe in his wife's hand, then at her free hand.

After a while.

Jack reached out and secretly hooked his wife's free hand.

"Darling, do you still consider me your husband... Ouch!"

"..."

......

......

......

It's a little earlier.

Before Danny hid in room 237.

The lobby inside the hotel.

He was alone on the carpet, playing with his own toys.

His mother, Wendy, sat on a sofa not far away, reading a book and drinking coffee with a relaxed expression.

This should have been an ordinary afternoon.

Until Danny suddenly started talking to himself.

"Tony, do you think I should find a place to hide?"

"That's right."

Wendy put down her book and glanced at her son.

At that moment, Danny held up one finger, as if he were talking to his finger.

But she knew that the finger Danny was raising represented Tony, a friend her son had imagined.

Wendy asked Danny with great interest, "Danny, why did Tony tell you to find a place to hide?"

Danny seemed not to hear himself and continued to communicate with "Tony".

Danny said, "If I hide, what will Mom and Dad do?"

Tony replied, "Don't worry, they'll be fine."

Danny held up his finger and shook his head. "No, I want to stay with Mom and Dad."

And then the next second.

He lowered his voice, as if this was the kind of voice only Tony could make.

"You have to listen to me and find somewhere to hide! Only then will we be safe!"

"But Mom and Dad..."

"Listen to me!"

"..."

As she was talking, Wendy noticed that her son Danny had started to have inexplicable convulsions!

This appearance terrified her.

She rushed forward and hugged her son, "Danny? What's wrong? What happened between you and Tony???"

Danny's convulsions were short-lived; he recovered quickly.

But at this moment, his eyes were wide open, his face filled with fear.

Wendy was very worried: "Danny, what happened between you and Tony?"

Danny replied in a strange voice, "Mrs. Wendy, you have to leave."

Wendy asked in confusion, "Tony?"

After saying that, Danny suddenly broke free from her embrace and ran towards the hotel stairs without looking back!

Wendy immediately yelled, "Danny!??????"

However, her shouting did not stop Danny.

What she received in return was a torrent of furious abuse from the man.

"Damn it! Wendy, how many times have I told you, don't make a sound while I'm writing!!!!"

"..."

Wendy covered her mouth, her face full of grievance.

She didn't even dare to respond to her husband's roar.

Because she was afraid of disturbing her husband's writing again.

After that, she began searching for Danny in the hotel.

She didn't know why her son was like this.

It's unclear what exactly happened between Danny and Tony.

All she knew was that she was a wife and a mother.

That's good enough.

already......

I'm exhausted.

......

Let's go back to the present.

Room 237.

Danny huddled in a corner where he could see the room door.

He hugged himself, as if that would calm his racing heart.

"Tony, is it really possible to wait for that person you mentioned to come and help us?"

"Can."

Danny couldn't help but ask, "But who exactly is that person?"

Tony did not answer.

Or rather, everything was just right.

The moment Danny finished speaking.

The door to room 237 was pushed open.

then.

Bruce Wayne walked in.

"..."