Somewhere unknown, in a room.

A strange atmosphere was filled with darkness, and the glimmer from the screen illuminated the outline of a man. He clasped his hands together, looked at the active figure on the screen with an interesting expression, and it was Eric who was dressed in Armozon armor.

At this moment, Eric was landing on the roof of the train with Batman, and the broken window entered the car.

Destiny is illusory, but it is like a shadow. They are bound together since they were born, and invisibly lead a life to travel its life according to the established trajectory.

Generally speaking, people believe that God created destiny and composed everyone's future. However, sometimes, some people also have such power.

The man showed a cold smile, and the dim blue screen light made his face extremely pale, as lifeless as a dead tree.

You think you are fighting on your own will, but that is just a necessary lie. You will continue to search for the truth, continue to fight, continue to become stronger, and when your wings grow...

...I will prey on you.

On the silver train passing through the highway in downtown Gotham.

Batman and Bruce Wayne are the same person. In their previous lives, this is a basic setting that is almost everyone knows. Eric has never doubted this since he arrived in Gotham. Even when he heard Batman say to him with his own ears, "We are going to break into the train that Bruce Wayne calls in private", he just felt strange in his heart.

And now, Batman and Bruce Wayne are indeed both appearing in front of him.

Bruce's muscles were swelling as if even the skeleton had doubled. He was wearing an expensive suit during the day. The reason why he said "looks" was because they were now broken into strips of ragged cloth by their muscles, and they were weakly placed on their strong chest muscles.

"Yes, it's me, Batman." Bruce smiled grimly, "Strength is such an incredible thing... do you think so?"

Batman frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking, you can retire!"

With a loud roar, Bruce stepped up quickly, his fist falling like an iron hammer. The two of them hurriedly moved away, and the huge fist "boomed" to smash a hole in the floor. Through it, you could see the railway tracks flashing at high speed below, and the cool wind was poured into the carriage.

Eric quickly stepped up, avoided the opponent's windmill-like arm swing, and punched him hard between his waist and abdomen.

He clearly felt that tons of power had poured into Bruce's body, but it was like a rock sinking into the sea and there was no movement. The expanded muscles seemed to be extremely elastic, and Eric's fist sank slightly, causing extremely limited damage.

Bruce grinned and laughed out loud in disharmoniously.

"Do you think I'm the same as those trash before? No!"

He seemed to have not felt Eric's boxing at all, and a elbow hit Eric's cheek. Eric's ears roared like thunder, and his helmet seemed to be "buzzing" and the earthquake started. Then Bruce's heavy knee hit, and the force that penetrated the deck made him fly out, and his body cut off the row of seats in the carriage in the waist.

"The waste in Arkhamri is just regarded as a test subject. My potion formula is the most complete version, and it is written on its label." Bruce shouted proudly.

"It's a pity that this thing can't help you improve your acting skills, otherwise it will be more perfect!"

As Batman's voice came, his fist also landed on Blues' cheek. He pinched the electric shock ring on his black gloves, and the current burst out with overflowing electric current as his punch fell, like countless blue elves dancing.

"No matter who you are, you will not be the real blues." Batman punched and then punched, constantly slamming "Bruce" everywhere like raindrops, "Who are you!?"

In an instant, it was like a lightning bolt piercing through the brain, and Eric suddenly understood.

Both sides in front of him were fighting - this big guy and Batman, neither of them was Bruce Wayne.

He finally remembered where the inexplicable dissonance he felt since he met this Batman. His light and gymnast-like action style did not match Bruce's calm style. In addition, compared with Batman who cherishes words like gold in comics, he has indeed said a little more to Eric so far.

In addition, when he saw this huge Bruce, he screamed out the words "Bruce" in a reflexive manner, not "Mr. Wayne", which also shows that he and the real Bruce Wayne himself should be very familiar with each other.

If you string all of these together, the clue leads to the only answer.

The man under the bat suit is named Dick Grayson, code-named "Night Wing".

Dick Grayson, originally the youngest member of the circus "Flying Man Grayson" family, broke in on an acrobatic performance and shot his parents. Since then, Bruce has adopted him, raised him to become an assistant, and nurtured him into his own assistant - the first generation of Robin. After Dick became independent, he changed his name to "Nightwing" and left Batman and became a solo superhero.

Another important point is that when Bruce himself was not in Gotham, he had replaced Batman more than once and was also the best candidate for this position.

The reason why this big guy in front of me is not the real Bruce is also very simple - he calls Dick "Batman". This fake guy didn't know that Bruce Wayne was Batman, so he used this title.

So the next question is, where is the real Batman? Is the one in Wayne Mansion this morning also fake?

When Eric thought of this, he was suddenly stunned.

Damn it! Of course it is fake! This can be explained. He originally imagined that a senior executive in Wayne's company secretly called on corporate resources and participated in illegal transactions with Bruce on his back. After all, Bruce's responsibility as Batman may not be able to notice this security loophole in time. But the fact is, the president of Wayne Group was simply dropped.

The battle situation continued. Dick shot out another punch, but was firmly caught by the rag-like slap of "Bruce". The electric current struggled in that palm like a whine, but the other party was unmoved at all.

"Do you really think this kind of thing can hurt me?"

"Bruce" sneered and fought back with a palm. Dick vomited a mouthful of blood, smashing a car window glass to pieces.

"Hey, fake!" Eric stepped forward again, shouting to attract his attention, "Do you have the ability to play another round?"
Chapter completed!