American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 222 The Death of Batman

Batman is dead.

Wayne Castle.

The deep bloodstains, like a rosebud about to wither, resembled paint splashed on a canvas by an artist.

The splashes were everywhere in the hall, on the sofas and tiles.

These places all testify to the horrific nature of their deaths.

He was still wearing that Batsuit when he died.

But to use a joke told by the Joker: Batman's upper body seems to be arguing with his lower body.

Well, to put it simply, his upper and lower body were severed at the waist.

The distance between the upper and lower body is approximately several meters.

White and red organs were spilled all over the ground, making it look incredibly tragic.

"Da da".

The sound of crisp footsteps and soft breathing filled the air.

"He's dead."

The voice was slightly light and cheerful.

What does it feel like to see your own corpse?

As dusk fell, sunlight streamed through the transparent window, casting two shadowy figures on the water.

They were both very tall, but the only difference was that the other figure had pointed "ears" that looked like cat ears or bat ears.

Batman ignored Gino's sarcastic remarks.

The man, who seemed to become perpetually gloomy when wearing a mask, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, glanced around, and revealed a typical expression of suspicion.

"Based on the bloodstains, the time of death can be estimated to be about an hour ago."

Batman strode toward the mangled corpse, while Gino simply sat down in the blood-stained chair.

Gino watched as Batman flipped over the corpse lying on the ground.

The boy's gaze fell on the wrist of the other Batman, which was split in two.

His right palm was covered in blood and gore, and a "U"-shaped mark carved with a sharp tool could be vaguely seen in the outline.

Not far away were scattered dark bat darts.

Batman squinted and roughly deduced what had happened from his mind.

Batman was killed by an intruder. Before dying, Batman used a dart to carve a clue on his palm, hoping that future visitors would discover it.

Ok,

Generally speaking, a normal person who breaks their back while stretching will usually experience excruciating pain and then die quickly due to massive bleeding.

But he is Batman, and Batman can always endure what ordinary people cannot.

I silently memorized the letter "u".

Gently lowering the bloodstained hand, Batman turned to look at the corpse's wound.

The exposed spine was mixed with blood and flesh.

The wound around the waist had a string of charred red scabs, like a scar left after being cut with high temperature.

"This thing..."

Batman narrowed his eyes, a glint in them.

"No need to look anymore, he died from heat vision."

Before Batman could even think, Gino gave him the correct answer.

As for the reason?

Gino had used thermal vision to separate enemies before, but stopped using it because of the blood splattering everywhere.

"You mean, he was killed by Superman?" Batman stood up, staring at the mangled body, his gaze sweeping over the deep scratches in the floor, the corresponding scene naturally flashing through his mind.

Batman from this universe is standing in the lobby.

Then the alarm system in the lobby notified that there was an intruder.

Batman planned to retreat from the lobby, but the intruders broke in much faster than he had imagined.

The other party burst into the hall and cruelly dismembered him with the burning gaze in their eyes.

"But Superman is dead, isn't he?" Batman wondered to himself.

But, seemingly sensing his confusion, Gino slowly stood up, walked around Batman, and squatted down to examine the corpse's hands.

Staring at the mark on the palm, Gino frowned slightly: "It was indeed Superman who killed Batman."

"But I don't think he'll be the superman of this universe."

Gino stood up, his face grim: "We're going back immediately!"

He probably already guessed that the killer was a hand, and that the other party's next stop was likely his own universe!

.......

A bizarre and fantastical space, with countless bubbles floating on Earth, densely packed throughout this space.

"Click".

It sounded like an eggshell breaking.

It was accompanied by a crisp, resounding crackling sound.

A group of people surrounded a white-robed mage, urging him on.

"How much longer?"

Among the crowd, Thor, the most restless of all, frowned, and the way he clenched his hammer every now and then revealed his anxiety and frustration.

"It's open."

As the Ancient One formed an intricate hand seal, a magnificent figure with three faces flashed behind her.

"Click!"

An even crisper cracking sound rang out, and the next second, a magnificent golden light emanated from the cosmic sphere, engulfing everyone.

……

It felt like being thrown into a washing machine or riding a jarring roller coaster, a dizzying sensation.

As the light before the Avengers and the Ancient One gradually faded, what came into view was that azure planet.

"We're here!"

Gu Yi pursed her lips, but the image of Gino involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Faced with such a terrifying existence, do we really have the strength to fight against it?

"I can't wait any longer."

Before the Ancient One could give any pre-battle speech, Thor gripped Mjolnir tightly.

With lightning crackling between the hammer handles, Thor swung the hammerhead, creating a howling wind.

"Walk….."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his chest.

"My God! What happened?"

"Someone's attacking!"

A cacophony of sounds filled his ears, and Thor knew these were his companions.

The body of an Asgardian god would not die easily.

Blood gushed from the mangled wound on his chest, and Thor struggled to turn his head.

He saw Captain America holding his shield warily.

He saw the Ancient One looking around in terror, searching for the killer.

They saw the Scarlet Witch break down and scream that her magic had failed.

Until he saw the figure that had appeared above the group of people at some point, wearing a scarlet cloak and with a large "U" mark printed on its chest.

He saw the wicked smile on the man's lips and the red light that gradually rose from his eyes.

Saul tried to speak to warn his companion, but only a "hoarse" sound came out.

.......

Smallville town.

"Beep beep beep".

The sound of sirens echoed through the streets of the town center.

Clark, who was being pestered by Louise to accompany her on a tour of the town and couldn't get away, looked in surprise at the coffee shop frequented by the town's high school students, whose roof had been smashed and had a large hole.

"What happened there?"

Louis's keen journalistic instincts quickly alerted him to a news story.

The woman walked towards the police, trying to get some news from the group.

Without Louise by his side, Clark squinted slightly, the solid concrete walls appearing almost transparent, revealing the scene inside.

A man with a scarlet hole in his chest, his eyes wide open, crashed through the floor and collapsed in the coffee shop.

But what shocked Clark the most was that this blond man looked exactly like the person he had seen in the prophecy.

Not far from the corpse was a hammer, which looked just like the one in the prophecy.

"He...he's dead?"

Clark muttered to himself, unable to believe that a crisis had been resolved so easily.

(End of this chapter)