Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

He climbed over the wall and entered the police station.

The monitoring channel built into the headset was faithfully relaying the Gotham Weather Channel to him. The famous local weather forecaster Travie said in his characteristic half-dead tone: "It is reported that tonight's heavy rain will be the heaviest in Gotham in thirty years."

Once. The government has implemented flood prevention measures in the city. Please go home and take shelter immediately. If there is no accident, please do not go out."

On the other side, his butler Alfred made a joke with British cold humor: "He probably didn't count the homeless people when he said this, Master Bruce."

The rain scratched his visor. After several updates, he had abandoned the visor and instead used a visor made of some high-density material. It was molded in one piece, convenient and comfortable, and he no longer used the visor as before.

He had a mark on his face and had to miss the next day's board meeting.

"Travey hates homeless people very much. You should know this, Alfred. After all, his wife was killed by a homeless man."

"Perhaps you should correct the wording... Isn't the case of a homeless man who was bribed by his colleagues closed? His colleagues wanted to use unfair competition methods such as buying murderers to kill him so that he could be in trouble.

He was defeated in the competition for the position.”

Batman didn't answer anymore. He had already gone deep into the police station. The GCPD officers had a good relationship with him, but he still didn't want anyone to discover that he was here, at least not tonight.

Gordon wouldn't be happy about it if he found out.

Batman looked up at the surveillance camera above his head and thought.

He went all the way to the old archives room. The Gotham Police Department was rebuilt in 1998. Since then, it has abandoned paper files and switched to electronic files. But those yellowed papers still exist inside the police station.

In a sense, those documents recording countless cases are the history of Gotham from another perspective.

After all, this place has never been inseparable from crime.

"With all due respect, Mr. Bruce, you can contact Director Gordon and ask him to help you check the information. Moreover, I don't think a case that happened yesterday will have any connection with a case from before 1998."

"Although Gordon is cooperating with us, that doesn't mean that he will be willing to give me everything for review. The last time I invaded the police station and made a copy of the electronic files saved in their computer, he was already very angry——

And, Alfred, I remember Sherlock Holmes is a British detective novel, right?"

"Yes, why did you suddenly mention that gentleman?"

"Isn't there a famous saying by Sherlock Holmes? First of all, all impossible conclusions must be eliminated, and then the rest, no matter how bizarre or unbelievable, must be irrefutable facts."

"You mean...?"

"Yes, it's what you think." Batman replied gloomily, and at the same time retracted his hand to pick the lock. With a soft click, he opened the door of the archives. The rain outside the window was loud, and from time to time there was a loud bang.

thunder.

The things in front of him were very messy. The entire room was filled with filing cabinets, some closed and some opened. Some files were even scattered on the floor. This was as it should be. If they were all put together in categories, he would be surprised.

.

Batman came to the first cabinet and reached out to open a drawer. The labels on the files told him that these were all the cases that had occurred in August 1964. He roughly swiped them with his fingers, and there were forty-seven cases.

This number made his heart sink - forty-seven, just one month... It seems that crime is indeed a tradition in Gotham.

"Boom——!"

Huge thunder resounded throughout Gotham, and the police station was no exception. He turned his head to look at the window, and lightning illuminated the archives room. The thunder sounded like some kind of warning, and a man's voice followed closely behind him.

Rings: "Oh, a thief, should I call the police?"

Batman put down the file, his body tensed. His right hand drooped naturally, and under the cover of his cloak, he took out two batarangs from his belt. He had recorded the voiceprints of all the police officers in the entire police station.

As for the man who spoke just now, his voiceprint was not successfully compared with any record in the database.

He turned around at lightning speed, raised his right hand, and the almost instinctive conditioned reflex brought about by many years of training made him immediately throw the dart. He avoided the vital point, but it was definitely enough to make this man drink for a while.

Hu, however, things did not develop as he expected.

The two darts were easily grasped by one hand. Their sharp edges did not cause any damage to that hand. On the contrary, these darts that even he had to hold with a special technique were in that hand.

As gentle as a lover.

They softened, as if being heated by high temperatures in a forging furnace. They gradually transformed from metal into liquid. The silver liquid gradually turned into a silver metal bat in the palm of the hand.

"Boom——!"

There was thunder again, and lightning flashed across the window again, illuminating the man's face, an incredibly handsome oriental face, with a smile and eyes full of scrutiny.

"First meeting, well, that's it for you." He said to himself. "But we have met many times, Batman - no, maybe I should say, Bruce Wayne?"

He threw the metal bat out without missing a beat, spinning right back to Batman's feet and lying on the ground, like a comment.

"Who are you?"

The man did not answer his question, but clapped his hands. With this movement, the archives room suddenly became brighter, but what made the place brighter was not the light bulb above their heads that had not been replaced for more than ten years, but an unknown mass of

A pale white light spot appears.

"Good question, who am I?"

The man moved his fingers, and a wooden chair placed behind Batman flew over. The dust on it floated up, and all the dirty traces left by time disappeared. The chair became brand new again.

He sat on it and asked with a smile: "Who do you think I am?"

Alfred's voice rang in his ears: "I can't find any information about him, sir. It seems that the Internet is not omnipotent. Do you need me to notify the Justice League? Mr. Hal should be on duty today.

"

"Forget it, Mr. Alfred. Mr. Hal is talking on the phone with his girlfriend at the moment. I think it is not a British gentleman to disturb others at this time."

The man took the lead and answered his butler instead of Batman. Then he said: "Can you please make me a cup of tea? Black tea, more sugar, just the right amount of milk. I prefer the less hot ones, thank you.

."

"...Master Bruce, have your headphones been switched to audio mode?"

Batman turned off his earphones expressionlessly. The butler's prickly sense of humor was not a good thing at a time like this - not a good thing for him. The man was having a great time laughing.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, Bruce. So, let's formally introduce myself."

The man stood up and stretched out a hand: "He Shenyan, a mage."

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Wayne's old house.

He Shenyan drank black tea leisurely. Alfred's tea seemed to be some kind of weird universal rule of the multiverse. No matter which universe it was, his tea was always so mellow and delicious - of course, this may also be related to Wei

The expensive tea leaves chosen by the En family are not unrelated.

A butler wearing an elegant three-piece suit stood aside. He wore white gloves, his mustache and thin hair were neatly combed. His manner was impeccable. However, the man sitting opposite He Shenyan

Not so with men.

He threw the visor on the table, and the rainwater all over his body was dripping down, soaking the wooden floor with a long history. He was staring at the mage, and if he had to describe his expression...

.Well, I ate a big piece of ginger during my meal.

"Thank you for the tea, Mr. Alfred."

"Thanks for the compliment, it's just a matter of course."

The butler bowed slightly and took out a beautiful teapot from the sign held in his left hand: "Would you like another cup? I have specially calculated the temperature, and it should be just right for consumption."

"Trouble."

With a smile, He Shenyan leaned back so that the butler could refill the tea for him. Bruce Wayne's expression became even more sinister. Tea poured into the cup from the mouth of the pot, and the sound of gurgling water complemented the sound of the heavy rain outside the window. He

He opened his mouth and asked: "These teas all cost money...Master, do you know?"

"Ah, you have a much better sense of humor than the other two Batmans I know."

"Multiverse?"

Bruce Wayne seemed to have expected it. He neither denied nor questioned what He Shenyan said. He just put his hands under his nose in a tower shape and leaned back on the chair: "I am very curious about other universes.

Are all Batmans Bruce Wayne?"

"According to probability theory, this is impossible." The mage shrugged. "But I can't answer your question. Counting you, I have only met three Batmans, and one of them even

Still a clone of you."

Bruce Wayne frowned: "Clone?"

"The you in that universe cloned a lot of yourself for a rainy day, and then unfortunately died in a battle, and his clone appeared. However, that you seemed to have some technical shortcomings. The clone he created was in

He is born with physical defects and has only a few months to live."

"The clone killed the Joker before he died, once and for all - by the way, the Joker in that universe was very unhappy because of your death, so he took the lead and killed all the other lunatics in Gotham."

He Shenyan grinned: "How's it going? Did you get any inspiration from it?"

This Bruce Wayne was older than the two he met before, about forty years old, unshaven, and with deep eyes. After hearing the wizard's words, he just shook his head calmly: "This kind of thing is not possible.

Would happen in my Gotham."

"Yes, Mr. Wizard. Mr. Bruce arrested all those crazy people in fancy clothes three years ago. They accepted the trial of the law one by one. I have to say that it is really a thing that Gotham still retains the death penalty.

Good thing. As for now, although there are still endless gangs in Gotham, there are no longer those terrible lunatics."

Now, He Shenyan was really surprised.

"It seems that you are different from them." The mage commented. "But what about the gangs?"

This middle-aged man's version of Bruce Wayne leaned on his chair and rubbed his eyebrows slightly tiredly. For some reason, he couldn't be wary of this man who suddenly appeared, and he was even more wary of the parallel universe theory he mentioned.

Accept it all: "Gotham's special circumstances dictate that I'm already working hard to improve this aspect."

"Wayne Enterprises provided 120,000 jobs to Gotham last year. Most of them were manual jobs. The comprehensive welfare system and lower academic requirements gave those who could only work in the gangs in the past have other options.

"By the end of this year, Gotham will have three new public schools going up...and I'm considering running for mayor."

Bruce Wayne yawned: "Some things can only be done by politicians. Although I didn't think it was a good job, my butler convinced me."

He pointed at Alfred who was standing nearby. The old man with thin hair smiled slightly sheepishly: "I just think that Mayor Wayne sounds safer than a caped crusader who haunts the night all day long.

, isn’t it?”

"Maybe." Bruce Wayne nodded noncommittally. "But, whether it's Batman or Mayor Wayne, there are many people who want my life, right?"

It’s so interesting, an individual that is completely different from other Batmans, a rare individual with normal thinking... Maybe this is the reason why he will die first? After all, if he doesn’t die, Gotham will

It is destined to develop and get better little by little, which is contrary to the creation goddess's wish for everyone to become crazy.

"So, let's talk about you."

Bruce Wayne raised a hand and made a gesture: "You know my identity, you know my butler, and you act like you are familiar with us. And you don't exist in this world at all. Regardless.

You were not found in any country's database or surveillance video. I guess this situation perfectly fits the words of Sherlock Holmes."

He said with deep eyes: "It seems that parallel universes are real... So, you, a mage who can travel through parallel universes at will, come to me, what do you want?"

"save the world."

The scene went cold for a moment, and Alfred's expression changed to one of astonishment. As for Bruce Wayne, although he was surprised, he had no doubts. On the contrary, he quickly began to think.

"Alien invasion? Nuclear war? Or natural climate change? Comet hitting the earth?" He quickly threw out a bunch of questions, but frowned and dismissed them one by one. "No, Green Light is stationed on the earth. If

There are really aliens planning to invade the earth, and they have to get through the green light first."

"Nuclear war is even more impossible. Superman will prevent all elements of human civil war. He dismantled all nuclear warheads in the world seven years ago, and the US government strongly condemned him for this for a year...

...Natural climate change is also impossible. Superman's Fortress of Solitude monitors the earth's climate change at all times, and we have made progress on how to prevent global warming."

"You can stop your speculations for a moment, Bruce. I'll tell you the truth straightforwardly. In fact, the destruction of the world begins with the death of one person."

"who?"

"you."

Facing the surprised eyes of the butler and Bruce, He Shenyan took another sip of black tea: "Before I knew what you did, I was still thinking about why you were so special. You could even start a series of chains because of your death.

Incident, now, I understand."

"You're the beginning, Bruce."

"What?"

"You are the beginning." He Shenyan repeated it again. "You are the key to making this world gradually better... Starting from you, Batman's destiny has been reversed. Starting from you,

Batman has escaped his destiny. He no longer needs to waste his time fighting crazy super-powered criminals while escaping from prison again and again."

"You solve them, you're making Gotham a better place...For normal people, that's a very good thing. But for other people, it's unacceptable."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"You just don't understand, Bruce Wayne."

He Shenyan looked at him, put down the black tea, pushed away the chair and stood up.

Outside the window, heavy rain continued, the wind howled, the thunder rolled, and the atmosphere in the house was almost stagnant. He Shenyan came to the window, and he pushed the French window open. The rainwater tried to pour in, but was blocked by an invisible barrier. He stretched out his hand, and under the rain curtain

He fished out a handful, and then pulled it back - just like that, he pulled out a transparent sword blade from the rain.

He turned around, raised the sword blade, and pointed at Bruce Wayne sitting on the main seat in the distance. A bolt of lightning flashed at the right moment, illuminating the room and illuminating everyone's faces.

He Shenyan was eerily calm, with no expression on his face.

Alfred's expression was gradually changing to panic, and judging from his movements, he seemed to want to run over and block his master.

And Bruce Wayne... He narrowed his eyes and stared in front of him with unprecedented seriousness - to be precise, he stared at the dark shadow in front of him.

"Alfred, get out of the way!" He yelled angrily, lifted the table, and quickly left the spot. A loud noise was heard, and the transparent sword blade cut open the table. He hugged Alfred and rolled to the side.

Both of them heard some strange sound, like a knife cutting through cowhide, and then an inhuman scream.

"what happened?"

The old man asked uneasy questions in his arms. Only then did Bruce realize that his weight was so light... Alfred was seventy years old this year. He pursed his lips and lifted himself from the ground.

Standing up, the butler stood behind him and smoothed his cloak. In front of them, in addition to the broken dining table and teacup, there was also the corpse of a monster.

And the smelly blood spilled all over the floor.

"She moves really fast." He Shenyan smiled. "Come meet your killer, Bruce - ah, he looks really ugly."

Bruce agreed with him.

The monster has slender limbs and exaggerated proportions. Everyone will feel disgust and fear the first time they see this thing. It has bat-like high-erected ears, ferocious and sharp canine teeth, skin

It was pale and there was nothing in the eye socket, but there was no trace of the eyeball being removed, as if it was born that way.

"This thing is coming to kill me? Whose instructions are you taking?"

He Shenyan let go of his hand, and the sword fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of rain. He patted his robe and said: "Good question, you always seem to be able to grasp the key point of the question...

Tell me, Bruce, everyone has a mom, right?"

"...Physiologically speaking, yes."

"Well, that's right. So, since you can accept the theory of parallel universes, why not take a longer view? Just imagine, the world was not born naturally..."

After only a brief moment of silence, Bruce Wayne's pupils shrank sharply and he cried out: "You mean-"

"——Ha, don't say it."

With a mysterious smile, He Shenyan raised a finger to signal him to shut up: "I like to talk to smart people, but sometimes, silence is a better choice."

Bruce's face seemed to have lost all the color and turned pale in an instant. He did not believe in religion. Over the years, the crimes he had seen could not be explained by religious texts. However, just now, the speculation he made

But it made him tremble all over.

"You mean, God wants to kill me?"

He gave a wry smile, made a little joke with a sense of humor that was different from all Batman's, and even used other names to refer to the real culprit.

The mage stretched and replied lazily: "Well, God, Jesus, Buddha... whatever you want to call it. So, Batman."

He suddenly called him by another name: "Are you ready?"

"What?"

He Shenyan said softly: "Disobey the gods."

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At one o'clock in the morning, Clark Kent was still working overtime at home. This is very unusual. He is doing a great job at his job. This kind of overtime has not happened for many years. But today is an exception. An unprecedented heavy rain hit.

Gotham, causing great damage. Clark felt that this incident should be reported.

——Anyway, even if he doesn't write tonight, his boss Perry will probably run to his desk tomorrow morning and ask him to work overtime for two hours to write out an article. He might as well write it tonight.

He did not choose a convenient laptop, but held an old pen and wrote seriously on the paper. This pen was a gift from his father when he entered college. Over the years, the black pen holder

It has long since faded from use. But Clark still likes it very much, and because of this, he can be regarded as an outlier.

Perry complained more than once that he only had to read the manuscript once when others submitted it to him. But for Clark Kent's manuscript, he not only had to read it once, but also typed it into an electronic file himself. Thinking of this, Clark's face showed a smile

A smile.

Ah, the Daily Planet, Metropolis...the good days.

The door behind him was gently pushed open, and a woman gently put her arms around his shoulders and neck, and whispered in his ear: "Aren't you going to sleep yet, hero?"

"I'm still working, Louise."

"It's one o'clock in the morning now... I was counting on you to have a show with me tonight."

Clark coughed violently and almost fell off the chair. Ever since they got married, Louise has become more and more bold. Sometimes she gets off work early and will even wear very bold clothes at home in advance to wait for him to come home.

.Clark is troubled by this - does he like it? Of course!

But...he's not just Clark Kent.

His wife was obviously dissatisfied with his reaction, and she wrapped her arms tighter, like some kind of snake. She leaned into Clark's ear, exhaled like blue, and said in a lazy voice: "Look, the Metropolis tonight

There’s no need for you to go out and do heroic deeds... You’ve already written half of the manuscript, right? Why don’t you go to bed and rest now, hero?”

Clark could feel her using her index finger to draw circles on his chest muscles. He tried to tighten his face and look like he was not taking things for granted or feeling sad for himself: "Please forgive me, Louise, I have to finish my work."

...Wait, someone rings the doorbell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ding-dong sounded. Lois Lane muttered a curse word irritably, and then came the characteristic complaint of a thirty-year-old woman: "Who on earth would ring the doorbell at one o'clock in the middle of the night?!"

"...You should go to bed and rest, Louise." Clark comforted her in a low voice. "I'll deal with it, okay?"

By the time he finally coaxed his wife into bed, the doorbell had rang three times. Clark usually did not take the initiative to use his superpowers in life, but he was too familiar with the heartbeat of the person standing outside the door.

When he opened the door, he already started to smile.

He opened the door.

"Hey, Bruce. Although I'm glad you're finally willing to come visit me, it's one o'clock in the morning..." he said politely. "And Louise is very angry. If anything happens, you

You can tell me in a lower voice."

Bruce Wayne, who was wearing a black suit, tilted his head and glanced at his home, showing a smile: "Very good."

"What?"

Clark asked in confusion. His question was answered in the next second - in the form of violence.

That Bruce Wayne raised his hand, and his originally human arm transformed into a straight metal blade in an instant, stabbing Clark's chest at extremely fast speeds.

Superman's face darkened, and all his doubts disappeared at this moment. He raised his hand, and the sharp metal failed to cause any damage to his skin. Instead, it shattered bit by bit as the five fingers gradually closed together.

Seeing this, the creature with Bruce Wayne's appearance and even his heartbeat was exactly the same as him, but he smiled even more happily. The exaggeration was disgusting, and the gums and yellowed and sharp teeth were completely exposed.

A small, shrill laugh burst from his throat, and he even doubled over with laughter.

Clark just looked at him coldly, and then stretched out his hand. The Kryptonian's strength and speed were exerted to the limit in an instant, and in just one second, he brought this thing to an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The cold wind howled, and the corners of his thin shirt were blown loudly. The creature was not nervous at all, and even narrowed its eyes in enjoyment.

"What are you?" Clark asked seriously.

"Can't you see for yourself, Kal-El?" the creature said with a smile. "Use your super vision to see what I am... The answer is in it, but you have to see

Very carefully."

"As a friendly reminder, Superman, you'd better not do what it says."

A strange voice sounded behind him. Clark Kent looked back, but did not find the speaker. Then, the voice sounded in front of him again: "There is no need to look for it. I am not with you now, but the last thing you want is

So you can do as I say."

"Who are you?"

The creature sighed in disgust: "Can't you see for yourself? Damn country bumpkin, use your eyes to see it!"

Clark clenched his right hand and pinched its neck, making it speechless. Then he replied coldly: "I'm not talking to you."

"As for who I am, you can come to the Wayne Mansion later. But the most important thing now is to get rid of this thing on your hands... Listen, fly to the sun

, and then suffocated it to death. Then threw the body into the sun."

"Why should I believe what you say?"

"Who are you talking to?!"

The creature suddenly screamed, its eyes turned pitch black, and its body began to expand abnormally. Superman felt as if his blood had coagulated, and a severe sense of oppression fell from the sky, shaking his bones and muscles.

It rattled. And he didn't even know where this terrifying weight came from.

Then, Clark heard a sigh.

A blue light flashed across his eyes, and an oriental man in black robes walked out, raised his hand lightly, and golden flames ignited out of thin air, burning the creature into ashes.

The sense of oppression disappeared, and the ashes slowly floated up, flew towards the man, and were put into a small glass bottle by him. After doing all this, the man looked at him, stretched out his right hand, and the blue light flashed again,

A portal opened behind him: "Would you mind coming to the Wayne Mansion? Bruce is waiting for you, oh, and Alfred also baked some cookies."

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"Thank you, Afu."

"That's nothing, Master Kent. In fact, I can bake you some more if you want."

After hearing his words, Clark waved his hands repeatedly - he had already eaten three plates of biscuits, and a certain man named Wayne had been looking at him with murderous eyes for more than five minutes. He dared to guarantee that if he had another plate

, it is estimated that tomorrow morning we will see the news that the Daily Planet has been acquired by Wayne Enterprises.

Then, he will most likely be transferred. Clark believes that Bruce can definitely do such a thing.

He smiled sheepishly and put down the biscuit in his hand: "Then, you can start talking, Bruce."

"What did you say?" Bruce Wayne asked angrily. "You just experienced a life-and-death danger not long ago, and you ended up eating three plates of cookies in a row after you came here!"

He said with hatred: "Did you know that thing is filled with viruses that are specifically targeted at you? As long as you try to observe its internal structure, you will be infected in an instant, and then your brain will die, and your body will be infected by the virus."

Control it and turn it into a killing machine to massacre the entire world!"

His reaction was intense, but Clark picked up the biscuit he had just put down. Not only that, he even looked at the man who was almost angry to death with innocent eyes and took a bite of the biscuit. Amidst the crisp clicking sound, he

I saw Bruce Wayne's face suddenly darken.

"Am I okay?"

"boom!"

Bruce Wayne slapped the table hard: "That's because he went to help you! You brainless idiot, can you stop eating the cookies! What I'm going to say next is very important!"

"No matter how important it is, it's nothing compared to Alfred's biscuits. These are biscuits baked by him himself. My father has taught me since I was a child to respect food and the fruits of other people's labor." Clark replied inarticulately. "Wayne

Master, please show mercy and let me finish this plate of biscuits, okay?"

"...How come I didn't realize you were an asshole before?"

After hearing this, Clark finally couldn't help laughing. He waved his hand and really put down the cookie this time, and his expression became serious: "I just want you to calm down and have a little chat."

It's just a joke, Bruce. I can see that you are not as calm as usual, your heartbeat is racing...but I still hope you can calm down."

"It seems that the roles have been reversed, Master Bruce." Alfred said suddenly. "You were originally responsible for persuading everyone in the alliance to stay calm. It's really strange."

"Really? You think so too, Ah Fu!"

Clark laughed happily and even gave him a high-five. Of course, a certain bat's face was getting darker and darker. But as the saying goes, when his face turned extremely dark, he not only did not explode, but

Still just sighed.

"You're right, Clark. I did lose my cool a little bit." He calmed down. "But that's because the situation we are facing is too serious."

"How serious can it be? Is it more serious than Darkseid's time?"

Superman's question was confirmed, and Batman nodded. The wizard, who had been watching their interaction coldly, also nodded. He put down the biscuit in his hand, drank another cup of tea, and said inarticulately: "Actually, Kent

Sir, this incident should be much more serious than anything you have experienced before."

After saying that, he raised his hand: "Uh, Alfred, would you like another cup of black tea?"

"Of course, sir."

While Alfred was pouring tea for him, He Shenyan explained to Clark: "The thing is actually very simple. Someone wants to kill all of you. But this is just a manifestation. That person's real purpose is to destroy the entire world.

.”

"With all due respect, Mr. He..." Superman frowned. "What you said is really shocking. Besides, is it possible that the world will not be able to change without us?"

He said seriously: "I don't think so. Even if we die, there will be successors who will inherit our desire to make this world a better place. My first flight was not to show off my abilities.

It was to save a young man who wanted to commit suicide by jumping off a building because of his academic failure."

"It's okay if you don't believe it. I can't ask everyone to be a persecution delusional patient like this black-faced Batman. There are very few people like him who feel like someone is planning something behind them when they step on a rock when they go out.

.”

He Shenyan nodded: "But you will believe it. If the order is correct, the third person in danger should be the Flash."

"Barry?"

Superman frowned: "He is the fastest man in the world, what can threaten him?"

"I don't know either." He Shenyan shrugged. "We'll see."