Spider-Man died

The world is always changing.

It's just that some people can accept this change, and some people can't.

Just like the figure shown on the screen, the red and blue uniform with spider web patterns has told everyone the identity of that guy.

Spider-Man.

A Spider-Man who has been training in this city for a long time.

Although he has long been a good neighbor admired and loved by most people in this city, there are still some people who don't feel much about this good neighbor.

For example, as a police officer on the front line of security in New York City, some guys naturally have no feelings for him.

Although they know that Spider-Man is a good person, they still have to pay attention to and be afraid of Spider-Man out of their own responsibilities.

Of course, sometimes, not only the world is changing, but people are also changing.

At least in this world, he is the only one who likes to stand on the gargoyle on the roof of the Fisk Tower as much as Spider-Man does.

Now, there is one more.

Wayne looked at the city beneath his feet, obviously deep in thought.

The iconic building had already told Wayne the name of this place.

New York City

The Spider-Man news on the screen shows what kind of surprising events are happening in the world now.

A dangerous and fascinating world.

Raising his hand, Wayne just looked at the equipment on his body quietly.

The dark arm armor was firmly locked on the forearm, and the three barb-like armor plates on the outside of the arm armor carried a strong violent style.

The suit made of gray and black Kevlar fiber protected his fragile body, and the pitch-black cape caused ripples of darkness in the howling wind of the tall building.

He was meant to be one with darkness.

His painting style seems to be naturally incompatible with this world.

Gloom and darkness flowed from every corner of his body.

Clenching his fist, Wayne felt the power filling his body.

He has a body with plenty of strength, but he does not exceed the limits he knows.

And the head that remains rational almost all the time has already shown that Wayne is no longer an ordinary person at all.

The emphasized logo on his chest further illustrates his current identity.

Batman, a Batman who comes to a world with Spider-Man.

"This is completely different from Gotham."

Before Wayne could say anything, a voice already explained his views on the world.

"I have never seen anything like this in Gotham."

It was a vicissitudes of voice, as if he had already been overwhelmed by the burden on his body.

The appearance of this voice surprised Wayne, but there was no other reaction. He just accepted everything that happened quite calmly.

Even if this voice sounded in his own brain.

"So I had a schizophrenia." With the help of the voice changer, Wayne's voice became deep, hoarse, and had a strong sense of oppression.

"No, kid, you might as well say I'm living in your head." The voice rebutted Wayne's words.

Wayne closed his eyes and let his mind sink in.

It should have been something difficult to do, but for Wayne now, everything felt as natural as breathing.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no sight of New York City in front of him, only the two rows of cages on the left and right.

Wayne walked towards the first cage on his left. That cage was filled with darkness, and a black mist shrouded it.

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 thing.

Obviously not wanting him to see anything clearly.

He understood that this should be something like his special ability.

But it seems that the answers are not revealed one by one in the order of the cages.

However, since there is no one in the first cage, where is the owner of the voice?

"Are you here?"

Contrary to what Wayne thought, the owner of the previous voice was not in the first cell of any row of cages at his hand.

Instead, the voice from 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, and there was no darkness, so dark that one couldn't even see his fingers. There was just a normal cell.

But the people imprisoned here are not normal guys.

The jet-black outfit and the bat logo on the chest all prove that the criminal imprisoned here is also a variant of Batman among many.

It's just that this Batman, whether it's the background color of the bat logo on the chest or the belt used to carry various items, is all made of bright red like blood.

Wayne didn't really know much about Batman, but he did know which period in another Dc comic book world this costume of Batman came from.

This Batman is not called Bruce Wayne, his name is Thomas Wayne.

In the alley, it was no longer Batman's parents who died, but Thomas's son.

In the 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 in the parallel world.

Thomas Wayne became the Batman his son should have been.

Compared with the style of Batman in the main world, Thomas Wayne's style of Batman can be said to be extremely cruel. He never cares about the lives of criminals, nor does he care about whether those guys have so-called human rights.

He is more passionate about using guns to solve everything, and he is more passionate about taking the lives of everyone who dares to commit crimes in Gotham.

This Batman couldn't bring his son back to life, so he adopted 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 cell door at Wayne who was now in front of him.

Wayne said nothing, looking at Thomas calmly with his blue eyes.

Seeing Wayne in this state, Thomas tried hard to maintain his composure.

Even though he knew that the person who appeared in front of him would definitely not be his grown-up son.

As he said before, New York and Gotham are completely different, and the Wayne and Bruce in front of them are even further apart.

Even if they might have the same face.

"You can observe the world through my eyes and get the information you want." Wayne started.

The first sentence he spoke was to judge the way Thomas observed the outside world.

Nodding, Thomas did not deny Wayne's statement, but he still said, "Maybe the world you saw was directly reflected in my mind." "

This matter can be verified in the future." Wayne There was no rush to judge whether what Thomas said was true or false.

In Wayne's eyes, since he has been able to travel across the world, it is not an exaggeration to think that some other strange things will happen.

"Maybe you can help me become a person worthy of the name Batman." After leaving these words, Wayne turned and walked out.

Thomas stood there for a while.

Finally he shook his head and sat back on his simple bed.

It was not as luxurious and comfortable as the bed he had slept on before, but what Thomas could feel here was unparalleled peace.

Not to mention the possibility of him growing up with a Wayne.

When Wayne's consciousness returned to his body, the busy pedestrians in the city below him suddenly stopped.

The screen hanging on the high-rise building is playing a news.

"A special message."

"A sad news, our hero Spider-Man, left us today."

"His death is related to another mysterious earthquake event that occurred in Brooklyn today." "

According to multiple sources Confirmed, Peter Parker..." On

the first day and hour of coming to this world, Spider-Man died.