200. 200th Chapter!!! Secret Crisis Chapter I: Welc...

It was a hot morning in the desert of an unknown planet. A man in a horned armor walked around searching for someplace to cool off. He walked alone. He was carrying nothing. The sands came into his shoes. He didn't feel hot at all for some reason. This is because of his armored suit. He then spoke to a recorder in his suit.

The armor he was wearing was armored but slender. It was all-black with a red light-colored arc reactor in the middle. It had a helmet with white, glowing, shining angry eyes. Its facemask looks like a Samurai's facemask. Its helmet has black horns on top that resembled a bat. Also, the armor has a black cape.

"It's been three years since the bastard made us fight each other," said the man. "He had a deal with me. He told me that if we win the tournament, he will offer our dimension salvation from Darkseid's attack.Turns out he worked for Darkseid... The timeline did change, but Darkseid still got what he wanted much, much earlier. Clark didn't become the monster I saw in my Knightmares... instead... Darkseid laid waste to our world.My name is Bruce Wayne. I am a former resident of the X-Axis Multiverse, Prime-Earth.I'll find Epimetheus and I will have my revenge. At least... one day...My current residence is Battleworld. It's an unknown desert planet. However, the oil found in the roots of this planet I'm on is edible. Mining for this mineral is frequent here. People kill each other for it. The oil is actually an alien sludge that is composed of materials made of water and other minerals that are enough to sustain life on the planet. Think of it as water and food at the same time."

He sees a bar in the distance. He turns off the recorder and ran toward the bar.

"It's all my fault," he whispered. "All of this is my fault. I'm gonna try to fix all of this."

People are seen laughing and dancing in the bar. A pair of green humanoid female aliens did some sort of leg dance on the stage. A band of blue aliens with black eyes plays wind instruments. A red alien plays a piano-like instrument that has buttons instead of keys. Several aliens of different shapes and colors are found all around the bar. The metallic door opens as the man known as Bruce Wayne entered. They all went quiet. He walked into the bar looking for someone. He sees a cloaked person across the room sitting on the bar who was talking to the bartender.

He looked at each of them, observing each of their movements. He gave a soft grunt as he sat beside the cloaked person.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne," said the cloaked figure. "What do you want, Bruce?"

"Peter," replied Bruce, as his helmet turned into a hologram and retracted into his suit. He put up one finger to the bartender. The bartender understood and gave him a mug of the alien sludge. It was light blue in color and it was glowing.

"Sludge," said Peter. "That's why you're here?"

"I'm here to ask you for help," said Bruce. "I know you and your allies are angry at me... I'm basically the guy who inadvertently destroyed the galaxies you're guarding. But you should understand, Peter. I was trying to save our world. I didn't know that it was all a trick. Only a god can kill a god."

"What about Captain Marvel?" asked Peter.

"She didn't want anything to do with me," replied Bruce.

"Superman?" asked Peter.

"No clue," replied Bruce. "All I have are Diana, Billy, and the Asgardian."

"Outside," replied Peter.

"What was that?" asked Bruce.

"We'll settle this outside. If you win, maybe, I'll join you," said Peter.

The two walk outside. They stood across each other about 15 meters away. Bruce prepared his repulsor cannon.

"Where'd you get that technology?" asked Peter.

"I got it from an opponent of mine before," replied Bruce. "I stole it. He's angered with me because it's the technology of a late friend of his."

Peter clenched his fists.

"So, Peter Quill... Let's do-..."

*THWIP*

Suddenly, Bruce's gauntlet had some sort of web-like material that prevented it to open.

"Looks like we tracked down the wrong 'Peter'," said Bruce, as he looked at the cloaked figure. He takes off his cloak as it is revealed to be Spider-Man. He wore his Iron-Spider suit.

"Peter," said Bruce. "I don't wanna do this."

"I do," said Peter, as he shot more webs at Bruce. Bruce then broke out of the webs and sped toward Peter with his jet repulsor on his feet.

Peter leaped and shot his web at Bruce's back as he swung at Bruce's chest and punched him over and over again. Arachnid legs appeared from Peter's back as they stabbed Bruce's armor over and over again.

But his armor grew back.

Bruce grabbed Peter's face and slammed him on the ground. He then sped midair and grated his face on the rocky sand. He then landed and boxed Peter over and over again. Peter put up his fists and prepared a boxing position, but Bruce boxed left and right and managed to strike him in the ribs.

Peter jabbed toward Bruce, but Bruce breaks Peter's arm.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!!" he shouted. Bruce then trips Peter's leg as Peter falls to the sand.

"I'll break that other arm if you try anything," said Bruce.

*THWIP*

Bruce grabs the web and slammed him on the ground. As Peter stood up, Bruce gives him a roundhouse, grabbed his arm, and breaks it.

"You don't deserve that armor!" shouted Peter, sitting up. "He made that armor in a cave with a box of scraps! He's a greater hero than you ever will!"

Bruce clenched his fists.

"I'm not a good person, Parker," said Bruce. "Most of my life, I relied on what was rational. I relied on what was the most logical thing to do. If I were that man I was before, I'd kill you here right now at this very moment. Not even your so-called Peter tingle could sense what I'd do next. I'd kill you and I'd enjoy it, though, lowkey. But I won't do it, because of an old friend of mine... Wherever the hell he is."

"You killed my Aunt May," said Peter, beginning to cry. "And Ned... And Happy..." Peter's helmet retracts, revealing a scar over his left eye. "And MJ... Don't you know what it feels like to lose someone so close to you?"

"I don't know who these people are," said Bruce. "But I lost my parents... I lost someone who I could call my son... I lost them among other people. And I have to say... Yes. I know what that feels like."

"Is that why you call yourself a hero?" asked Peter, still sobbing.

"I'm not a hero," said Bruce. "One of my closest friends, I've met him way back when I was trying to murder him. We had a rough start. I'm no hero, kid. I'm just a guy trying to right my wrongs... and at times... I right the wrongs of other people around me.Yes, I don't deserve this armor...But this is the armor I need."

"So what, Batman?" asked Peter. "You want me to join you?"

"Don't call me that, anymore," replied Bruce.

"You want me to join you and act like you did nothing!?" asked Peter.

"I want you and I to put aside our differences and work for the better of our two Universes," said Bruce. "Darkseid is planning something big. It's going to be something darker. So... would you mind joining, Parker? The fate of our worlds depends on it."

Peter sighed. "Fine."

The two stare at each other awkwardly.

"I thought you were gonna reach out to me for a second to help me up, but I just remembered that you broke my arms," said Peter.

"No shit, Spider-Man," replied Bruce.

Later...

The two walked in the desert wearing their armor.

"Thanks for healing my arms by giving me Sludge," said Peter, turning to Bruce.

Bruce ignored him and continued to walk.

"So!" shouted Peter, turning to Bruce. "What was your job on your Earth?"

Bruce silently walked as Peter stared at Bruce.

"I was a student," said Peter. "I was a student in Midtown High School. Between breaks, I was Spider-Man. Recently, everyone figured out my identity. Geez... that was really scary! Good thing S.H.I.E.L.D. was there to help out. Then I got in court and a friend helped me out."

"I have an idea," said Bruce.

"Yeah? What is it?" asked Peter.

"You stop talking and I stop talking and we go where we need to go," said Bruce.

"Hey!" shouted Peter. "That's kinda disrespectful, Mr. Wayne. You should really be respectful to your allies."

Bruce stayed completely quiet.

"Geez! I've been so respectful to you for so long and here you are being so quiet! It's as if you don't want me to join your crusade to save the world or whatever!" continued Peter. "What's your superpower, anyway?"

"I'm rich," replied Bruce.

"Mr. Stark was pretty rich, too," continued Peter. "Could be richer than you are, Mr. Wayne."

"I honestly don't care about you right now," said Bruce.

Bruce follows the beeping phone in his hand.

*beep beep beep beep*

Bruce stopped in the center of the desert and looked at the device on his wrist.

"Oh! Is there going to be something big going to happen here?" asked Peter. "Like some kind of spaceship teleporting from the sky? Or maybe a secret castle from beneath the sands? Or maybe a trapdoor?"

The two walked away in the distance... but... meanwhile...

"Cisco...?" asked a frail handsome man with a beard tied to another bearded long-haired man. Both of them are sitting on the ground both looking there. He only had red pants on. His ally only had jeans. "Are you still there? Cisco?"

"I'm here," Cisco calmly replied. "I'm just... really tired right now... I wasn't exactly expecting to stay in a ghetto version of Tattooine for the last three years after fighting some Superheroes from other Universes..."

Suddenly, a man in a hood with a strange bendy hand grabs Cisco.

The other man grits his teeth, grunts, and tries to phase out of his cuffs.

"AH!!!" he shouted. He bit his lip trying to escape. "NO!!! NO!!!"

The man who is still chained tries to stand up but topples over.

"I paralyzed your legs," said the cloaked figure in a deep and dark voice. "Therefore you cannot walk... Barry Allen of Earth-Prime.Now... Where is the Iron Knight?"

"I don't know," said Cisco.

"I'm not asking you," said the cloaked figure, as he slowly turns to Barry.

"I'm not talking..." said Barry.

Barry's legs begin to vibrate.

"Where is the Iron Knight?" asked the cloaked figure once again.

"I'm never going to tell you-..." he said.

Suddenly, some sort of fluid emerged from his feet as he ran toward Cisco.

A cartoon gun appears from his hand randomly as he shot Cisco in the head. Barry manages to catch the bullet.

*BANG*

A cartoon hammer then appears as he smashes and breaks his legs.

Barry screams horrifically in pain as he trembled on the ground.

The cloaked figure then tears off Cisco's arms.

Cisco screams as well. He then puts his hands around his neck.

"Don't move or I'll tear off his head," said the figure.

Blood gushes out of where his arms came from. The smell of blood entered the cloaked figure's nose.

"No," said Barry, standing up and shaking his head. "No, no, no, no..."

"Don't... tell him... anything..." whispered Cisco to Barry. "He'll find the Anti-Life... Equation... *gasp*... Barry..."

"CISCO!!!"

"Alas, you moved your mouth..." he said.

The cloaked figure then tears Cisco's head off.

Barry charges as the cloaked figure enraged as the cloaked figure uses a spider web to grab Barry and throw him to the ground.

"You can't beat me," he whispered.

"I know I can't... but he can," said Barry. He zoomed away immediately. He ran away.

Back to Bruce and Peter...

Bruce's armor retracted. He is wearing a black cape, a black cowl with horns on it, gray armor with a black bat symbol on the center, and a utility belt, However, the only difference is that there is a cloth tied to his right hand.

He reforms the armor around his body.

"So... Batman!"

"I'm not the Batman anymore," said Bruce.

"Then... what do you call yourself, now?" asked Peter.

"They call me the Iron Knight."