Chapter 69 Bruce’s Prison (Please collect and read)

Bruce kept his promise and returned to the Batcave safely.

Aunt May and Jessica wanted to say something to Bruce, but after getting out of the car, Bruce rushed directly into a meditation room he built specially for himself.

In other words, a cage is better.

When Bruce locked the door firmly, he lay on the ground and gasped for air.

Cold sweat poured down his face like rain.

He was afraid of his behavior at that time, afraid of his own state at that time, and had quite unstable emotions.

His mood is not right.

Although Bruce may not have seen as many scenes as other bats, such unstable emotions should not appear to him.

When he came to this world, he could already feel that his brain was maintaining sanity at all times.

However, today it seems that all reason is controlled by emotions.

"You're just too tired." Thomas's voice sounded.

He wanted Bruce to take a good rest.

Although for bats, they never think about rest.

But there is always some rest time.

What about Bruce now?

Since he came to this world, he has rarely had a good rest for a few days, and he has not even given Bruce a chance to develop properly.

Things come one after another.

Thomas felt that what he had experienced was much simpler than what Bruce was experiencing now.

"No!" Bruce refuted Thomas' words.

He can clearly understand his physical condition.

Likewise, he can also clearly understand his own mental state.

He is still far away from that limit.

This time, Bruce's consciousness directly entered the cage space in his own consciousness.

Thomas stood in front of the cell door and looked at Bruce worriedly.

The Red Death was surprisingly calm.

There was no movement.

Bruce ignored what the Red Death meant. He just continued to observe each cage, because he knew very well that this situation could not be caused by the Red Death.

He stopped in front of a prison cell.

Bruce looked up at the dark space inside the cell.

Then the only reason that can explain why I can't control my emotions is in this cell.

A pair of eyes glowing red suddenly appeared in the cell.

Those eyes were looking into Bruce's.

A strong, no, a figure that could be said to be like a little giant slowly walked out from the depths of the cell.

The gray-white exoskeleton is mixed with bones like barbs, and the monster-like face is covered with black exoskeletons.

If it weren't for the bat logo on the chest, perhaps no one would believe it was Batman now.

He is indeed a Batman, but it might be more appropriate to call him the Destroyer.

"Chi——"

A sound like a boiler boiling came from the big man's mouth.

Emerald-like green gas surrounded his head.

Obviously, the guy at the beginning probably wanted to use this thing to stimulate Bruce.

However, the existence of the prison made it impossible for him to do this.

"Why don't you take action directly? What are you waiting for? Waiting for them to kill everyone and destroy everything in this world?"

The ravager in the prison glared at Bruce outside.

Obviously, this Bruce has the power to easily overthrow everything in this world and completely save the world.

But he was still using his mortal body to perform completely ineffective actions.

"Those guys won't listen to you, they will only think about the seat under their own butts. The meaning of their existence is to make everything we do meaningless."

The Destroyer's figure slowly shrank as he spoke. Now he looks exactly like Bruce.

It's just that he doesn't have Bruce's bat costume.

"Kill them, and you can have a brand new world, a world without any sin!"

At this time, the Red Death also spoke.

"Everything will go the way you want it to."

Bruce didn't speak yet, he just looked at the ravager in front of him calmly.

"What, you're not going to continue a mission that you can never really complete, are you?" The Devastator sneered at Bruce's mind for still having such thoughts.

He used to think so too.

Until that guy who was pretending to be so convincing on Earth suddenly slaughtered the entire Earth.

He understood that all his ideas were wrong.

What Batman should really do is nip all threats in the bud.

Don't give them any chance to do evil.

At least if he did that, his world wouldn't be in ruins in the end.

And he is the only living person.

"They will."

Bruce spoke.

But it doesn't answer the current question of the ravager.

Instead, he answered what the tormentor said before.

"What?"

The Devastator knew what Bruce meant, but he just wanted to know if Bruce would really believe those idiots.

"They will." Bruce's eyes showed extremely firmness.

"If I can talk to him once, I can talk to him twice."

"But then, everything will not be the same as it is now."

When Bruce said these words, the Devastator no longer maintained his human form, and once again transformed into the person who killed the superman of his own world.

A heavy fist hit the prison door.

But, nothing happened.

The prison door remained as solid as ever, without any deformation.

The tormentor did not give up. The red light in his eyes turned into a laser and struck the prison door.

But, everything is in vain.

The heat vision that can tear through everything didn't even make the current prison door turn red.

Bruce didn't look at the ravager anymore, turned around and walked outside.

When Bruce passed by the prison of the Red Death.

The Red Death said this to the bat.

"We are all the same."

Bruce's footsteps paused, but he didn't say anything to the Red Death.

"Remember! You will come back and beg me one day!!" The ravager roared loudly.

The voice echoed in the prison, but there was no response.

Bruce has left.

"ah!!!"

Only the sound of the ravager roaring wildly was left.

Outside the world of thought, Aunt May was knocking gently on the door of Bruce's prison.
To be continued...