Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Batman!"

"Wake up, Batman!"

The man opened his eyes suddenly, as if he had returned to the world from death. The alarm clock on the bedside table beside his ear kept ticking. He sat up, rubbed his face, then pressed down the alarm clock and stood up.

He stood up and sighed, then pressed his chin again. A flash of fluorescent light flashed, and his face changed.

Staring at the sunshine outside the window, he realized that it was already a new day.

It's a new day...

What to do?

He glanced at a black leather suitcase under his bed, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then kicked the suitcase back with his heel.

Ten minutes later, he walked out the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Samples." The neighbor's daughter saw him and said hello timidly. It was just a simple greeting that made her blush. The man called Samples smiled.

He nodded to her. He was handsome, there was no doubt about it.

However, when he turned his head again, the smile on his face had disappeared, leaving only an extremely gloomy face.

He walked through the dirty and smelly stairs of this low-rent apartment. The resident on the first floor was arguing with his wife again, and seemed to have gotten involved. The sound of throwing plates was heard from inside the door to the corridor.

Outside, Samples glanced at the closed door, and then looked away.

Only the fists were clenched tightly.

When I opened the apartment door, as expected, it was raining continuously outside. The weather in this city seemed to never change and was always so...disgusting.

And he especially hates rainy days.

Samples took out a black umbrella from the umbrella bucket at the door and walked around on the street. He looked aimless, as if he was just wandering around the street. But no normal person would do it in this cold weather.

On the morning of the rest day, I went to the streets and wandered around, except for those homeless people.

He soon came to another few blocks away. The buildings here were even more dilapidated than the low-rent apartment he rented. Many of the buildings didn't even have windows. They had their dark mouths wide open, and there were people from time to time.

Several cold coughs came from inside, like the whine of a dying person.

Samples walked into an alley, and there was an inconspicuous warehouse at the end of the alley. He looked left and right to make sure no one saw him, and then he put his right hand somewhere on the warehouse door. There was a slight buzzing.

The sound flashed along with the blue light, and the door slowly opened, and he walked into the deep darkness, with a face full of gloom.

The warehouse door closed behind him with a heavy sound, and the lights above him turned on spontaneously.

The decoration and scenery here are completely different from the shabby outside. The room is made up of unknown black and white materials that give people a high-tech feel. A computer with a huge screen is running slowly in the center of the room. In addition,

There is also a table and a chair. There is very little furniture, and more are research materials and unusual criminal files.

Samples sat on the chair and rubbed his brow tiredly. He could not help but feel a kind of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart, just like a person who can't swim trying his best to keep his life in the sea, but other than that

Besides, he can't do anything else.

He stretched out his hand and entered a few characters on the computer keyboard. The dormant computer was instantly awakened, and a mugshot appeared on it.

It was a man with green hair. His mouth was wide open, showing yellow teeth, and he was smiling happily at the camera.

He just stared at the photo for more than ten minutes, and then he punched the computer screen hard, smashing it into pieces and bleeding from his own hand. He punched the screen into the pile of information behind it.

, a newspaper covered it, with a horrific tragedy written in bold letters.

"The Joker committed another crime! Batman is dead! Can no one stop him?"

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Similar but different, just like the two sides of a leaf. They have the same shape, but their veins are completely different. He Shenyan raised his head and looked at the rainy sky in the city, and smiled faintly. Maybe this is the only thing.

One thing, both Gothams are the same.

Damn the weather.

He did not go to find the Bruce he was familiar with. The reason was very simple. He already had a responsibility to bear. If he were to accept such a transformation and go to another world to fight a difficult war, it would be too much for him.

Too cruel.

What's more, there is not only one Bruce Wayne.

It's just...am I late?

He Shenyan looked up at the big screen in the square, where a news item was being broadcast. The gray-haired host said to the camera with a serious face: "Just yesterday, the felon clown once again committed an appalling and inhumane act.

He poisoned a family of seven and even took photos and posted them on social media. According to him, it was just for fun."

"One can't help but wonder, now that Batman is dead, what else can we do to stop him? Who else can stop him? The Gotham Police Department can't do anything about it, and our government can't even do it at all...

..."

The host became more and more excited as he talked, and in the end he began to angrily curse the Gotham government for its inaction.

The mage shook his head. He stood on the bustling street of Gotham where people came and went. Most of the people here were in a hurry, holding umbrellas or wearing hats. Raindrops streaked across the tops of their intertwined umbrellas, and rolled from the corners of their clothes.

Yes. Some people looked anxious, some looked relaxed. But most people were just dead silent, as lifeless as the walking zombies.

No one noticed his presence, and the crowd spontaneously separated from him and passed by again. Just like the Red Sea parted by Moses. The ocean itself has no consciousness of its own, just as the crowd itself is unable to realize the existence of He Shenyan.

He closed his eyes, and the tentacles of his mental power swept across the entire Gotham, and then slowly disappeared in place.

He appeared in a room in a low-rent apartment. When he landed upstairs, the voices of residents could be heard from all around. The soundproofing here was really not very good. The floor was very worn, but it was very clean, so clean that it was even a little abnormal.

The furnishings in the house have no sense of life, and it doesn’t look like anyone lives here at all.

He Shenyan came to the refrigerator in the kitchen and opened the door. As expected, except for rows of clean mineral water, there was no food at all.

"That's really his style." The mage chuckled, and then came to the bedroom. It was also extremely clean, so clean that it was even scary - who could live in such an environment?

Black floor, white ceiling. A table, a chair, and a small bed. There is no entertainment facilities at all. The white cups are neatly folded and placed on the bed. The window is open, there are no curtains, and the cold wind

It poured in from outside. He Shenyan's eyes came to the floor beside the bed.

A black leather suitcase flew out of thin air and then opened in front of him.

What floated out was not something like Batman's suit, there was only one thing inside - a piece of paper wrapped in a plastic bag.

Gotham's richest man, Bruce Wayne's death certificate.

"Okay, things are starting to get interesting." He put the death certificate back into the box, brought the chair, sat on it and waited quietly.

Not long after, around three o'clock in the afternoon, the door to the room was opened. He Shenyan heard footsteps coming from the living room outside. They were neither light nor heavy, and each step was controlled at just the right pace. Then, a man opened the door.

The door to this bedroom.

"You don't look like Bruce Wayne." He Shenyan said.

The other party glanced at him, then moved his gaze to the black suitcase on the ground, licked his lips: "...Of course I am not Bruce Wayne."

"Oh? Really? Then who are you?"

"Klan Samples... By the way, sir, how did you get into my house? Please leave, otherwise I will call the police."

He Shenyan tilted her head and glanced at his right hand that was huddled behind him, and pointed at it with a smile: "If you feel uncomfortable holding it in, don't hold it back - come and try hitting me, how about it?"

The expression of the man who called himself Crane Samples did not change at all: "I don't know what you are talking about, sir, please leave, okay? Otherwise I will call the police immediately."

"The acting is good... at least much better than the one I know. Of course, maybe it's because he no longer needs to hide his relationship." He Shenyan sighed. "I'll just say yes straight to the point.

Now, I know who you are, Bruce Wayne. Stop acting, it means nothing."

The philistine look belonging to Crane Samples that had been maintained on the man's face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a face full of gloom and anger. He stretched out his hand and tapped his chin, a familiar face appeared.

, but a younger face appeared in front of He Shenyan.

"Who are you?"

"It's not the person you're thinking of anyway, young man...it seems like you've been through a lot."

"Nothing to do with you."

Young Bruce Wayne said indifferently, and then closed the door.

A cold light flashed, and he froze in place while maintaining the posture of throwing darts. He Shenyan stood up, took down the dart floating in the air, and looked at it: "The workmanship is good, you made it yourself

?”

Bruce Wayne didn't answer, of course, he couldn't answer at all.

He Shenyan shrugged. He had already planned to read his memory. It wasn't that there was no better option, it was just that the mage was too lazy to wait any longer.

He took a step forward and put his hand on Bruce Wayne's temple.

It was still the dark alley, still a fallen couple and scattered blood-stained pearl necklaces. It seemed that no matter in which world, being the parents of Bruce Wayne was very risky. The mage lowered his head and glanced at the two corpses.

, he turned to look at the little boy kneeling between them, crying.

A familiar face.

He Shenyan sighed.

The scenery around him changed rapidly, and it was more than ten years later in the blink of an eye. Different from the Batman he knew, this Bruce Wayne was younger and angrier - and at the same time, he was also lonelier.

There is no Alfred, no Commissioner Gordon, nothing. He only has himself, challenging the darkness of Gotham alone. Compared with the impression of Batman standing at the top of human hand-to-hand combat, this younger version of him seems to

It's because he just debuted and looked very immature - he couldn't even do one-on-ten.

I was beaten, I was beaten, but I was beaten so hard that three ribs were broken.

His days of being a playboy during the day and going out to do chivalry at night lasted for a while, and then the board of directors who couldn't tolerate him launched an impeachment. This Bruce Wayne didn't have Lucius's help, and he deserved it

He was kicked out of the high-level power of Wayne Enterprises. Although he still had money that ordinary people could not use up, he could no longer mobilize the scientific research power of Wayne Enterprises.

The clothes he wore when on duty didn't even have any advanced technology, they were just simple bulletproof suits...

What a miserable mess you've made.

The mage shook his head, and then looked back. Nothing special, until the timeline came to the night of Bruce Wayne's death.

This is where things really get interesting.

Because Bruce Wayne is really dead.

No bones remain.

He died in an explosion and was blown away by the Joker. Since then, Batman has not appeared again. People began to speculate whether Batman really has some unexplained relationship with Bruce Wayne.

Well, they actually died on the same day and in the same place.

Not that no one had doubts, but there were two... samples at the scene. One was from Bruce Wayne, and the other was from a man whose identity could not be identified. A half-broken Bat mask was also found at the scene.

"If he dies...then who are you?"

He Shenyan opened his eyes and stared at the face of Bruce Wayne in front of him, feeling curious for the first time.

"Okay, Bruce, what have you done to yourself again?"

Immersed back into his memory, the mage carefully searched for those nodes and found a problem somewhere - the age of this Bruce did not match that one.

too young.

The dead man was at least forty years old now, while the young man in front of him was only in his twenties. The age didn't match, but the identity did. He was indeed Bruce Wayne.

He Shenyan began to search through his memories. The Bruce Wayne in his memory was alone. On his thirty-seventh birthday, he made a decision-he built a cloning machine and then researched it.

A matching machine that can quickly ripen the fetus has been developed.

Don't worry about how he did it, and don't ask why he can defeat so many scientists on his own. He Shenyan doesn't know how he did it, but he succeeded.

That's fucking outrageous... What else can I say? As expected of you, Batman.

As for what he did with that machine...it's obvious.

He Shenyan withdrew from his memory, looked at the angry young man in front of him, who was unable to move, and shook his head with pity.

"He's really crazy, isn't he?"

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"Another universe?"

"Yes. Do you want me to prove it?"

"No need." Bruce shook his head. He sat on the chair, his expression and eyes showed no emotion, like a walking zombie.

"You have finished reading Memory... What do you think?" He twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to make a self-deprecating smile. But he failed. On the contrary, he made his face change.

Very eerie.

"Sad." The mage said lightly. "But very respectable."

"Keep your respect until his grave...I'm just a clone." Bruce Wayne smiled. "I'm nobody, nothing. Just a false person."

It’s just stuffed with a bunch of memories of being Batman.”

"And the lifespan is still very short." He Shenyan smiled slightly and continued: "The sequelae of that technology should have started to show up on you, right?"

"Yeah." Bruce Wayne's face was calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. "It started half a year ago... my hands and feet started to become weak and weak. Sometimes I couldn't even pick up the water glass. I

Guess I'm going to die soon. But it doesn't matter, the new Batman will be successfully born before I die."

"According to the procedure... we will be born from the machine generation after generation. We will inherit his pain, inherit his past, and finally die for his ideals."

"Don't you have any ideas of your own?"

Bruce Wayne glanced at the wizard with annoyance: "I'm just a clone - a shadow of the past, a defective product that has a short life span. If this is his long-cherished wish, what right do I have to refuse?"

"Isn't it difficult to fight crime with such a body?"

"I'm not fighting crime...I'm just collecting their information. When the time comes, I will issue an invitation to all the madmen in this city in the name of Batman, and then go there with a bomb." He did.

He made a gesture to the sky and actually laughed: "Then, everyone can watch the fireworks."

"If your plan comes to fruition, the fireworks may be the biggest in Gotham's history." He Shenyan looked at him deeply and asked, "What about your successor?"

"Let him enjoy the glory of being Batman."

"glory?"

"Yes, glory." Bruce Wayne laughed louder and louder, and the cold laughter echoed in the room. "Fight alone, heal alone...wait to die alone. No one will help you, the whole house

The city is your enemy, and those who slandered you during your lifetime will miss you after your death. Isn't this the glory of being Batman?"

"This damn lunatic..." He smiled and actually burst into tears.

"Klan Samples." He Shenyan said suddenly. "Is this the name you gave yourself?"

He stretched out his right hand, and there was a blue nebula spinning there, with storms gathering in it, and an indescribable force began to condense in this small room. Crane Samples, the clone of Bruce Wayne

, a terminally ill patient with only three years to live, heard the Master speaking slowly in his unique calm voice.

"Come and become the real Batman."