Capítulo 1: Chapter 1 Spider-Man is Dead
The world is always changing.
It's just that some people can accept this change, while some people can't.
Like the figure shown on the screen, the red and blue uniform with spider web patterns has told everyone his identity.
Spider-Man.
A Spider-Man who has been in this city for a long time.
Although he has long been a good neighbor admired and loved by the vast majority of people in this city, there are still some guys who don't have much feeling for this good neighbor.
For example, as a police officer on the front line of public security in New York City, some guys naturally don't have any feelings for him.
Even though they know Spider-Man is a good guy, they still have to pay attention to and be wary of him out of duty.
Of course, sometimes, not only the world is changing, but people are changing too.
At least in this world, he is the only one who likes to stand on the dripstone on the roof of Fisk Tower like Spider-Man.
Now, there is one more.
Wayne looked at the city beneath his feet, obviously lost in deep thought.
The iconic building had already told Wayne the name of this place.
New York, the Big Apple.
The Spider-Man news on the screen further illustrates what kind of amazing events are happening in the world today.
A dangerous yet fascinating world.
Raising his hand, Wayne just looked at his equipment quietly.
The pitch-black arm armor was firmly locked on the forearm, and the three barbed-hook-like plates on the outside of the arm armor had a strong sense of violence.
The battle suit made of gray and black Kevlar fiber protected his fragile body. The pitch-black cloak created dark ripples in the howling wind from the high-rise buildings.
He was born to be one with the darkness.
His vibe seems naturally incompatible with this world.
Gloom and darkness flowed in every corner of his body.
Wayne clenched his fists and felt the power filling his body.
He had a body full of strength, but it didn't exceed the limits that he knew.
And the fact that he almost always keeps his rational mind shows that Wayne is no longer an ordinary person.
The emphasized logo on his chest further illustrates his current identity.
Batman, a Batman who came to a world with Spider-Man.
"This is nothing like Gotham."
Before Wayne could say anything, a voice had already stated his views on this world.
"I've never seen anything like it in Gotham."
It was a voice full of vicissitudes of life, as if he had long been suffocated by the burden he was carrying.
The appearance of this voice surprised Wayne a little, but he did not have any other reaction. He just accepted everything that happened quite calmly.
Even if the voice is ringing in your own brain.
"So I'm schizophrenic." With the help of a voice changer, Wayne's voice became low, hoarse, and full of oppression.
"No, kid, you might as well say that I live in your head." The voice refuted Wayne's words.
Wayne closed his eyes and immersed his mind.
This should have been a difficult thing to do, but for Wayne now, everything was as natural as breathing.
When he opened his eyes again, there was no sight of New York City in front of him, only two rows of cages on the left and right.
Wayne walked towards the first cage on his left. The cage was filled with darkness and shrouded in a black fog.
He didn't want Wayne to see clearly what was inside.
Turning around and looking at the cage on the other side, it was the same.
Obviously didn't want him to see anything clearly.
He understood that this should be something like his special ability.
But it seems that the mysteries are not revealed one by one in the order of the cages.
But, since there was no one in the first cage, where was the owner of the voice?
"You came?"
Contrary to what Wayne thought, the owner of the previous voice was not in the first cell of any row of cages near him.
Instead, the same voice as before came from the second cell on the right.
Wayne walked over.
This cell was obviously different from the one Wayne had observed before.
There was no thick black fog, nor was there any pitch-black darkness. There was just a normal cell.
But the people imprisoned here are not normal guys.
The pitch-black outfit and the bat logo on his chest prove that the criminal imprisoned here is also a variant of Batman among many.
However, this Batman, whether it is the background color of the bat logo on his chest or the belt used to carry various items, are all bright red like blood.
Wayne didn't really know much about Batman, but he did know which period in the comics world this Batman was dressed in.
This Batman is not called Bruce Wayne, his name is Thomas Wayne.
In the alley, it was no longer Bruce parents who died, but Thomas' son.
In this short world, Bruce Wayne's life ended when he was eight years old.
Unable to accept the death of her son, Martha Wayne became a madman after the accident. She cut the corners of her mouth and became a clown.
Thomas Wayne became the Batman that his son should have been.
Compared to the style of Batman in the main world, Thomas Wayne's Batman style can be said to be extremely cruel. He never cares about the lives of criminals, nor does he care whether those guys have so-called human rights.
He prefers to use guns to solve everything, and is more keen to take the lives of all those who dare to commit crimes in Gotham.
This Batman had no way to bring his son back to life, so he found another way to commemorate his son, which was to make Gotham clean again.
"You are a little different from what I imagined." Thomas stood up and walked to the cell door, looking through the door at Wayne who was now in front of him.
Wayne didn't say anything, but looked at Thomas calmly with his blue eyes.
Seeing Wayne in this state, Thomas tried hard to keep himself calm.
Even though he knew that the person appearing in front of him would definitely not be his grown-up son.
Just like he said before, New York and Gotham are completely different, and the Wayne and Bruce in front of him are even more different.
Even though they may have the same face.
"You can observe the world through my eyes and get the information you want." Wayne said.
The first sentence he said was to judge how Thomas observed the outside world.
Nodding, Thomas did not deny Wayne's statement, but he still said: "Maybe the world you see is directly reflected in my mind."
"This matter can be verified later." Wayne was not in a hurry to judge whether what Thomas said was true or false.
In Wayne's eyes, since he can travel through the world, it seems not surprising that some other strange things will happen.
"Maybe you can help me become a person worthy of the name Batman." After leaving this sentence, Wayne turned and walked out.
Thomas stood there in a daze for a while.
Finally, he shook his head and sat back on his simple bed.
It was not as luxurious or comfortable as any bed he had ever slept in before, but what Thomas could feel here was incomparable peace.
Not to mention that he might grow up with a Wayne.
When Wayne's consciousness returned to his body, the busy pedestrians in the city below all stopped at the same time.
A news report was being broadcast on a screen hanging on a tall building.
"A special message."
"Sad news, our hero Spider-Man left us today."
"His death is linked to another mysterious seismic event that occurred in Brooklyn today."
"It has been confirmed by multiple sources that Peter Parker..."
On the first day and the first hour of his coming into this world, Spider-Man died.
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