Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The Kryptonian girl's eyes were shining, and she was spinning around Batman at a speed unique to Kryptonians. One second, she was still behind him, but the next second she might have appeared in front of him.

"Please, Batman! Just tell me what you are doing here! I know you won't suddenly show up in New York. Something big must be happening, right?"

The old bat was indifferent to her questions. He just walked silently. He carefully held his cloak with both hands to prevent it from touching the dirty ground of the sewer.

New York's sewer system is intricate and even connected to subway stations. The complexity here is second to none, and the level of filth is proportional to it. Obviously, the city government's planning was not very good - Batman tried to think about these irrelevant things.

The most important thing is to let his thoughts escape Kara's voice temporarily.

He failed.

"Oh, just tell me..."

Kara dodged and came to Batman. This time, she was obviously serious. She stood in front of Batman and blocked his way.

He has the attitude of not letting you go until you tell me - if someone else were here, such as Blue Beetle, Golden Vanguard or Nightwing, a young hero he is very familiar with, Batman would just say "This"

It's not something you should care about,' and then left.

Moreover, if Nightwing was here, he might be able to beat up that bastard who ran away from home.

...But Kara is different. First, she is a Kryptonian.

Second, she is a very troublesome Kryptonian.

It was so troublesome that Batman even added a character description for her in Batman's database: Kara Zor-El is very kind, extremely stubborn, and curious about everyone, and this curiosity is sometimes very annoying.

Well, not sometimes.

Batman sighed heavily. Kara obviously realized what his sigh meant. Supergirl laughed happily, her eyes turning into crescent moons.

"This matter has something to do with your cousin."

Without a blush or a beat, the old Bat began to fabricate a lie. He was good at this: "He lost some important data during a Justice League field event. According to radar, the data was in the sewers of New York City.

"

"So you're here to get that data back? Wow! Is it stored in a little chip like in the Earth movie?"

Kara kept asking like she had ten thousand questions: "Did you get it back? Is there anything missing? Do you need my help? By the way, I saw someone on the Justice League chat board saying that you are all over the world.

They all have secret safe houses, do you have one here too? My cousin said that in order to avoid people’s eyes and ears, you even made a layer of lead with a layer of wall so that we can’t see. You are really exhausting...

"

Clark Kent!

Batman yelled someone's name angrily in his heart, but his face remained calm: "I can't reveal the specific situation to you, Kara, this involves some secrets. You don't have the right to check it now, now, you can let the way

Let me pass?"

Supergirl nodded reluctantly and moved out of the way. Batman breathed a sigh of relief and walked past her with his cape in hand. He was worried lest Kara ask any questions again.

However, I have to mention something here.

The more you fear something, the more it will come to you.

"Wait, Batman."

Kara suddenly stopped him, and the old bat's heart skipped a beat. He heard Kara ask softly in a suspicious tone: "Did you hear anything?"

......sound?

Batman narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and pressed on his left wrist. The arm armor opened a gap, revealing the control panel. He pressed on it a few times, and then adjusted the sensitivity of the monitoring system of the headset built into the visor to

The highest level. He has never used such a high level before. Although this level is not as good as the Kryptonian's super hearing, it is not far behind.

Now, he heard it.

It was a low hum that exceeded the limits of human imagination. In the past tens of millions of years, this sound has never been caught by human ears. It does not belong to humans, the earth, or even this universe.

what is it?

An idea arose in Batman's mind. He didn't know where it came from. It was nowhere to be found like an antelope hanging its horns. It was as illogical as an artist's flash of inspiration. However, artists

The result is a work that can leave its name in history, and what Batman gets...

It is a kind of primitive fear and worship.

The sound began to get louder and louder, so loud that it shattered his eardrums, completely destroyed his hearing, and even destroyed the entire monitoring system. The ear area of ​​the visor flashed blue light, making a crackling sound and sparks.

Splattered. But Batman couldn't move. He gasped with fear, but he didn't even know why he was afraid.

Until a hand gently touched the top of his head.

"Hmm... bat."

He heard a voice, it was a female voice - who was it? Batman couldn't lift his head, his body stood frozen in place due to fear, and a sense of undue joy suddenly appeared in his heart in the next second.

Life. That is the deepest emotion buried in every human heart.

That is the happiness after being touched by mother.

--Mother?

"Yes, children, I am your mother."

The female voice responded softly and took off his visor for him. Her slender fingers gently brushed the side of his face that was injured by the explosion of the visor, and she said lovingly: "Forty-five years old, very good.

But I haven’t seen you for tens of millions of years. You are different from your brothers. You are more determined than them."

Batman wants to look up, but he can't - he realizes this: I can't look up? Why?

"Because your body doesn't allow you to raise your head." Mother responded gently. "This is the rule I set when I designed you. If I come, everything must be approved by me. If I veto, everything must be approved by me."

Everything should stop."

"Do you understand? I don't allow you to look up, kid. So you can't look up. Shh, stop trying to make a sound from your throat to wake up the automatic alarm function of your suit...Bruce, my poor kid

.You don’t know it yet, but free will doesn’t exist at all.”

His mother's voice was still gentle, but it made Batman shudder.

"Now, tell me, child - that mage who came here with you, where has he gone? I am very interested in him."

He opened his mouth, sucked in air, flicked his tongue, and moved his lips. With four movements, his vocal cords began to work. Bypassing his brain, his soul and will, his body began to answer his mother's questions spontaneously.

.

Batman almost screamed: "He's killing..."

"Well..." The mother's voice became a little unhappy. "The talent I gave you is too good, my child. I gave you too much willpower, and you can actually face it at this time."

Am I hiding part of the truth?"

The hand caressed the side of his face with the back of his hand. Batman almost went crazy. An unparalleled sense of absurdity made him want to laugh out loud. He didn't laugh out loud, but the laughter echoed in his heart, and that

The clown who had been sent to the electric chair by his own hands many years ago had exactly the same laugh - but he couldn't laugh.

He couldn't laugh because his mother wouldn't allow it.

"Poor, pitiful."

His mother said to him extremely tenderly: "Why did you deviate from the path I designed for you? Each of you has a destiny, and you should die with him in a grand show. The whole Gotham is for it.

Shock, you die in an underground cave, the blood blends with each other, the Dionysian factor in his blood will enter your body...and then, you will be resurrected."

"Obviously I've planned it all..." Mother sighed, pushed him away, and pushed him to the ground like a piece of trash. "I'm going to find him, Bruce. You can be quiet.

I have been thinking about it for a while, and when the end of the world comes, I will wake you up."

Batman lay on the ground, and the last thing he saw was a door that was like darkness itself, and a woman was slowly walking into it.

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He Shenyan stopped his killing.

The reason was simple. A woman stood in front of him. Her long hair was as heavy as night, and her violet eyes were looking at him gently. Her pale skin seemed to be shining with light.

"You came faster than I thought." He made a little joke and calmly transformed the prepared 'Exploding Meteor' into a protective shield. "But it's still much slower than the Flash.

."

The woman looked at him with strange eyes, as if looking at a treasure. After a long time, she slowly said: "You and those annoying nymphs are from outside my universe, right?"

"Your universe? Why can't I hear any love for your creation in this sentence?"

"My love does not need to be proven to outsiders." The woman smiled gracefully. "In addition, interesting mage, I noticed your movements. Shield? Do you really think this kind of thing can protect you from my attack?"

"Got to give it a try."

He Shenyan grinned and smiled. He didn't seem nervous: "People have the right to resist, what do you think?"

"Rights do not exist at all. It is just a fictitious term. It was first proposed by the modern United States. In their code, it was derived from human rights and then expanded to countless other rights."

The woman talked eloquently. At this moment, she changed from a mother to a erudite scholar: "Of course, it has gone too far to this day. To a certain extent, this is also the reason why I am not satisfied with them.

one."

"You want to destroy all the worlds you created for such a ridiculous reason?"

"There are many other reasons." The woman seemed to be in a lively conversation, and she introduced herself with a smile: "Now that I have said that, out of politeness, I should still tell you my name. So, remember it."

"Perpetua." The woman said quietly. "This is my name, the goddess of creation, the mother of all things..."

"You should know what I'm doing, right?" He Shenyan asked suddenly. "I don't believe you didn't notice it. I was just trying my best to delay the time so that the solution I prepared early could have time to start and drive you away.

Out of this world."

"Of course I know." Perpetua said nonchalantly. "But, I am reading your memory, mage. So I allow you to hide it a little."

She opened her hand, and a faint black light was released from it. The power of the multiverse-level gods was completely released in an instant, and the mage was unable to resist at all. He heard Perpetua say: "I am very interested in souls like yours."

, I plan to leave a place for you in the new world, provided you pass this test."

Perpetua said meaningfully: "I am looking forward to it, Master, what choice will you make?"

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where am I?

It's like I'm in a nightmare...someone is shaking me?

He Shenyan opened his eyes, and the sunlight shone on his face, stinging his newly opened eyes. He had to raise his hand to block part of the sunlight. A woman sat next to him. Who was it?

He looked at her blankly, as if looking at a stranger.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the woman asked in confusion. "You said you woke up after half an hour of sleep. Have you forgotten?"

"...No, I'm just curious."

He Shenyan came to his senses: Why have I forgotten my girlfriend's name?

He seemed to have entered a state of mind and put on a frivolous smile. Thanks to his handsome face, this smile looked very cute in the eyes of his girlfriend: "I wonder why you are so beautiful today."

"you are annoying!"

His girlfriend smiled shyly and punched him. It landed lightly on the chest, making his heart warm. He Shenyan raised his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms. The woman just started

She struggled for a while, whispering in his ear, such as there were too many people, but soon stopped moving, just lying in his arms and staring at his side face.

What a beautiful scene.

He Shenyan lowered his head and stared at her affectionately, but there was always a question lingering in his heart.

Did I forget something?

The sky was blue, and the sun was shining warmly on them. He Shenyan noticed that he was wearing a black jacket. They were sitting on the grass, leaning against a tree.

This should be a park, and he could hear the chirping of birds not far away. His girlfriend looked at him affectionately, and he returned the same affectionate gaze. His head lowered lower and lower until he was about to kiss.

——Then he stopped.

The Master said: "No."

He pushed the woman away indifferently and stood up. The woman looked at him in confusion, and in the next second, a pair of hands strangled her neck. He Shenyan felt her struggle until she breathed her last and until she died.

Tears flowed from his eyes. The false memory Perpetua had implanted in him was making him feel instinctive heartache.

He personally killed his girlfriend, his future wife, the person he decided to spend the rest of his life with.

He Shenyan raised his head and looked at the still sunny sky: "What do you want to do?"

No one answered, only screams rang out from all around. They were uttered by men and women who were having a picnic in the park. They looked at the man who suddenly murdered his girlfriend in shock. Some of them with a sense of justice rushed up and tried to knock him down.

, and more people called the police.

A man rushed over and cursed him angrily, saying that he was a cold-blooded and ruthless pervert. He Shenyan agreed in his heart, but only agreed with the first half of the sentence - he was indeed cold-blooded and ruthless.

Then, he gave the guy a backhand punch. It hit him squarely on the chin. The man was knocked to the ground and fell into a coma. He Shenyan raised his hand thoughtfully, looked at his fist, and murmured

Said to himself: "How long has it been since I fought purely with my fists? Humph..."

A smile flashed across his face.

"Magic..."

He bent down to avoid the grapple of a man. The guy was obviously well-trained, he was big and had dumpling ears, but he was still knocked down by He Shenyan two or three times.

“It’s really convenient.”

A guy rushed over from behind him with a baseball bat. Without looking back, He Shenyan hit him on the fragile bridge of the nose with an elbow. He grabbed the baseball bat with his backhand and hit him in the stomach. While he was

While he was wailing, he took out a sandwich from the picnic basket not far away and took a bite.

"It tastes pretty good, and your craftsmanship is pretty good, girl."

He Shenyan glanced at his girlfriend's body. She was lying on the grass, wearing a white dress. There were purple bruises on her neck. Her face was full of confusion, and her wide eyes were staring at him. And he was slowly crying.

.

Are those memories really false? Every bit of my relationship with her... We have spent eight years together, from high school, college, to work now. We bought a house in New York and live a worry-free life.

.I am a lawyer and she is a doctor. We should have a bright future.

And now, I kill her with my own hands.

The sandwich slipped from his hands.

He Shenyan thoughtfully stroked the tears on his cheeks. A tear burst out of his eyes, fell on his fingers, and shattered. This seemed to be the beginning of something, and he could not help but sob.

, sadness swept over him, as well as guilt, anger, and all kinds of negative emotions, which made him kneel on the ground and start crying.

However, in the next second, he stood up again. With a crying gesture that made everyone's hair stand on end, he swung a baseball bat and knocked a man who was trying to approach him to the ground.

"You... better... don't come here." He sobbed. "I can't control my emotions very well right now..."

Then, the police car roared up.

"Sir, put down that bat, then kneel on the ground and put your head in your hands so that no one will be hurt." The uniformed police officer said to him seriously, holding a .357 caliber revolver in his hand.

.He Shenyan looked at his face and couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, okay... you took away my magic," he muttered. "And you threw me here and had an American policeman point a pistol at me... again

And then? What happens?”

His smile made the officer's hair stand on end. If a man who was crying not long ago showed such a smile, you know that you are probably facing a madman. And here in Gotham, madman has always been synonymous with danger.

The officer swallowed and repeated his warning: "Sir, I repeat it again, put down the bat, kneel on the ground and put your head in your hands - eh?!"

He stopped suddenly, and a hand patted his shoulder, which almost made him take his gun away in fright. The police officer turned around and saw that it was his chief, Jim Gordon, a middle-aged man with gray hair.

The man looked at him calmly, his mustache twitching.

"Let me do it, Will, I happen to know this gentleman." He patted Officer Will calmly on the shoulder and asked him to go to the back.

Jim Gordon did not choose to draw his gun. He calmly walked to He Shenyan with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, Ho. Do you remember me?" he asked. "Jim Gordon, the chief of the gcpd. We just had dinner last week. You are going to cooperate with the police department to implement some policies. You are going to help those who have been affected by the temporary

Those who have gone astray... now it seems that you have also gone astray because of your crazy thoughts."

Gordon took his hands out of his pockets sincerely. Behind him, more police cars were roaring. He said: "Listen, He. I don't want to hurt you. You have always been a sane and peaceful person, and everyone has

I like you and praise you all the time. Even the waiter in the restaurant who only met you once was full of praise for you."

"You can do such a thing, she must have made you anxious, right? Put down the bat, let's talk, I can help you - okay?"

He Shenyan let go of his right hand, and the bloody bat fell to the ground, spinning and sliding away. But He Shenyan still stood there, covering his face with his hands and sobbing.

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief and continued to approach little by little at a gentle pace. His plan was successful. With just a few more steps, he would be able to pounce and arrest this good lawyer who suddenly went crazy. With his right hand

There was a pair of handcuffs in his pocket, and Gordon had the confidence to put them on his white hands.

——However, He Shenyan suddenly let go of his hand, and the face he showed was not a crying face, but a smiling face.

That smile sent chills all over Gordon's body.

"Ah, Gordon. It's better to be famous than to meet him. You are such a good policeman." He Shenyan tapped his temple. "When I first came to Gotham, I just knew that you were working with Batman. I have no idea what you are capable of."

Without a clear understanding, it seems that there is no reason why you can be the mayor."

He spread his hands to show that he didn't have any weapons: "Look, I don't have any weapons. But why are you so afraid of me?"

Gordon took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He squeezed out a smile: "It seems that you have calmed down. That's good. We should be able to communicate normally now? I'm not afraid of you, why. It's the smile you just smiled... that smile reminded me of

Got a person."

"who?"

"I don't want to say his name." Gordon shook his head. "But you should know that every Gothamite knows who he is. You are a native of Gotham."

"Actually, Gordon, today is the first time we have met." He Shenyan said softly. "And I am not from Gotham."

He is completely crazy. Gordon thought to himself. I should have expected it. He has been in contact with the Joker so many times. He became a lawyer because of the Joker. How could he not be crazy? Oh, I hope Batman comes soon.

"You're waiting for someone." The madman standing opposite him said abruptly. "I think I know who you're waiting for, Batman, right? Ah, he usually only comes out at night, and it's three o'clock in the afternoon now. I

I’m curious if he can arrive right away.”

"I'm already here."

A voice interrupted their conversation.

He Shenyan looked up and saw a man in a bat costume looking down at him from the tree trunk above his head. So he smiled and waved to him: "Hello, Batman."

At this point, his consciousness fell into darkness.