I train Batman in a horror world

Children's friendships are always very simple.

You tell your story, and I'll tell mine.

And then... we became friends.

It's quite pure, though.

As Fowler watched Bruce talking to Danny, the image of Batman from his memories involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

For some reason, most people naively believe that Batman should be serious, careful in everything he does, and always have a Plan B.

But they seem to have forgotten Bruce Wayne before he became Batman.

That is, when he was still a child.

When he was a poor child who had just lost his parents.

......

"I understand what you're thinking, Danny."

Bruce hugged his knees and comforted Danny like an older brother.

The two people are basically similar in size and age.

But Bruce's expression was so resolute.

He said, "You think that running away can solve all the problems, so you hide in this forbidden room 237."

"This is exactly the same as what happened to me before."

"..."

Danny remained silent, only stealing a glance at Bruce.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed his words back.

Bruce understood why Danny was acting this way.

Because not long ago, I was just like them.

I'm afraid to face it.

He was afraid to face the fact that his parents had died.

Danny was afraid to face his arguing parents.

After a while.

Danny finally spoke up, asking, "Aren't you scared?"

"Of course I will."

Bruce clenched his fist, his eyes gleaming: "But I've already made up my mind."

Danny asked, "Decid what?"

Bruce's voice was filled with immense determination: "I will overcome all fear. I will no longer be afraid. I will no longer run away!"

"..."

Danny fell silent, shrinking further, looking more like a ball.

"Feel sorry."

He said.

Bruce remained silent.

He thought he could inspire Danny, but found it wasn't that simple.

at the same time.

The sounds that should have been isolated reappeared in room 237.

"Please, Wendy! Don't do this!"

"You awful husband!"

Bruce immediately looked at Danny.

Danny had buried his head completely in his arms, so his face was not visible.

Bruce sighed.

He knew this was a situation the hotel had intentionally created.

The hotel constantly puts pressure on itself by adapting to external changes.

If he continues to spend time here trying to persuade Danny, what will become of the Jacks?

It's obvious without even guessing.

Bruce gritted his teeth, stood up, and patted Danny on the shoulder.

"I assure you, this matter will be resolved soon."

"..."

Danny's silence did not dampen Bruce's enthusiasm; on the contrary, it made him even more determined.

At this point, Foul said, "So you've already made up your mind? Let me tell you a secret inequality: my acceptance doesn't mean I agree..."

Bruce replied, "Sometimes I can't help but wonder, are you in cahoots with this hotel?"

Foul scoffed, then said smugly, "It doesn't deserve it!?"

Bruce ignored him.

Since Foul is considered his partner (this is currently uncertain).

Moreover, it was all arranged by it that I was able to come into this world.

Bruce simply couldn't believe that Fowle would allow the hotel to do what it wanted.

"Fall, I'm asking you something," Bruce suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Foul tilted his head.

"Is this trip some kind of test you're putting on me? Like verifying my resolve or something?" Bruce asked.

Because in his view, the strange things he encountered on his journey did not completely frighten him.

On the contrary, he hated the hotel.

The hotel has driven Jack and his family of three to this point.

"Does your resolve still need to be tested?" Foul chuckled, without giving a direct answer.

"I still hate your riddle-like manner," Bruce wrinkled his nose.

Bruce's gaze then swept across every corner of room 237.

He began to proactively communicate with the hotel.

"You want to keep me here!?"

"You want me to replace Jack and stay here forever?!"

"no problem."

Bruce said coldly, "But this isn't my unilateral agreement; I'm going to make a deal with you."

"I'll stay, and then you let Jack and his family go and let them return to normal."

"..."

Perhaps in Danny's opinion, Bruce's current mental state warrants a medical X-ray.

Instead of any platitudes or promises that everything will be alright.

But in fact.

A hotel is a living, non-natural entity.

Or perhaps a curse?

It can hear Bruce's words.

Because the place where Bruce was located was part of the hotel.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Danny trembled.

The parents were arguing outside the room.

Everything disappeared.

then.

The crack in the door of room 237.

Crimson blood began to seep out.

It's like a slowly turning faucet, first dripping out drop by drop, and then becoming increasingly uncontrollable as time goes on.

After most of the area in sight was drawn to the sea of ​​blood.

Bruce didn't blink the entire time.

He just stared at it.

Until a faint "okay" echoed in my mind.

A few breaths later.

A sea of ​​blood surged toward Bruce.

......

......

......

I am a curse, you can also call me a ghost, or the Distant View Hotel.

But in any case.

I am a hotel.

I have lived on this land for over a hundred years.

I was created by the bloody massacres between races.

But I am not one of them.

I am the ultimate madness, the ultimate resentment, and the ultimate curse.

I am a hotel.

I once thought that Jack Torrance was the most suitable vessel for the soul that would carry my curse.

I crave his corrupt soul.

I want to keep him.

But when I was ready to take action...

An uninvited guest has trespassed on my territory.

Omg.

I simply cannot describe his soul to you in words!

It was so pure and flawless, like the first rays of dawn.

The vessel of the curse that I have been searching for and longing for.

Appeared!

This little boy...

This little boy... I'm going to have him!

Even if Jesus were here, He couldn't stop me!

So when he offered to stay on the condition that Jack and his family be spared.

Of course I'll agree.

I mean, why not?

His soul is rare in this world, why should I choose an ordinary family?

I will delve into your soul, my child.

I will enter your body.

I will...

Bruce Wayne's soul was like the only light shining in the darkness.

After the hotel's invisible hand touched it.

Everything should have been an eternal night in the hotel.

Suddenly it started to rain.

rain?

The first thing I saw at the hotel was two corpses lying in a pool of blood, and a boy kneeling in the middle.

Then, an inexplicable driving force made it look upwards.

Before I knew it, the rainy night above had transformed into a vast and boundless starry sky.

Beneath the starry sky, there was a group of countless figures dressed as bats.

Their souls are as fiery and captivating as a boy's.

The hotel staff member instinctively reached out to grab it.

But they discovered that they were above the group of bat-like figures.

It was a colossal creature draped in a jet-black cloak and shaped like a bat.

That dazzling starry sky was merely a glimpse revealed beneath the colossal cloak.

"?!"

If I had to describe my current feelings as a frog at the bottom of a well gazing at the moon.

What happened next left the hotel staff stunned.

In an instant, these images became as transparent as a thin film. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that these scenes were nothing more than murals carved on a wall.

Then the mural suddenly moved!

Followed by.

As the curtains closed after the performance, a pair of brown wings concealed everything that had just been seen in the hotel.

The silhouette of a bat came into view.

"What do you want to do?"

"..."