"I'm batman — Tsk tsk tsk, it sounds full of power and makes people feel very secure."
Samuel appeared again silently.
Batman stared at Samuel vigilantly: "You know what I'm thinking?"
Samuel chuckled and said: "I not only know what You are thinking, but I also know everything about You, past — future — I am omniscient and omnipotent!"
"I don't believe it! No one can be omniscient and omnipotent, not even God!" Batman retorted in a deep voice.
Samuel looked at him with a half-smile: "You are expecting me to prove this point, oh — You want to know who the murderer of Your parents is!"
Batman's expression changed slightly: "Tell me!"
"Is this Your choice as champion?"
Batman was silent for a few seconds, shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "My wish is for all of us to go home."
Samuel smiled, would I not have thought of such an obvious BUG?
"Okay."
"I will send You home, and then — bring You back!"
Batman didn't seem surprised: "Then I give up wishing, but — I hope to know where this place is and who You are."
"This is the end of the Multiverse timeline. My name is Samuel, You can also call me Void Lord."
Batman knew that the other party could see through his thoughts, so he didn't think about anything, just calmly nodded.
"Hope You are true to Your word."
As soon as the words fell, a strong sense of dizziness suddenly struck.
Batman was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and insisted on trying to grab Samuel.
As a result, as soon as he reached out, he felt his vision go black and fell to the ground with a thud.
...
The dazzling golden sunlight shone through the curtains onto Bruce Wayne's face, and the warm warmth made him slowly open his eyes.
The scenes before he fainted flashed through his mind, and his originally hollow and confused eyes instantly became sharp!
"Click!"
The door to the room was suddenly pushed open at this moment, and an old man with silver hair walked in, holding a tray.
"Master, you're awake."
Looking at the awakened Bruce Wayne, Alfred called out happily.
"Alfred, I—"
"You've been missing for eight years, a full eight years! Thank God you're finally back safe and sound!"
"What?"
Bruce Wayne was greatly startled, and he murmured, "I only left a few hours ago, at most not more than a day, how could it—how could it be eight years?"
"Master, you really have been missing for eight years."
Putting down the tray, Alfred looked at him, crying tears of joy.
Eight years, eight years—Bruce Wayne had a faint guess.
Did the Void Lord named Samuel say that the location of the Brawl Arena was at the end of the Multiverse timeline, and was that why he had 'disappeared' for eight years?
Bruce Wayne looked at Alfred's white hair: "You've worked hard, Alfred, you, you've gotten old."
"Master, you haven't changed at all, you're still so young, so where did you go these eight years?"
"Where did I go? I went to the end of time and participated in a strange arena competition."
Bruce Wayne muttered as he got up and asked, "How did I get back?"
"A young man with an Eastern face sent you back. He said you promised him a hundred thousand U.S. dollars, and I gave it to him."
Bruce Wayne's expression shifted, and he quickly pressed, "When?"
"Last night."
Bruce Wayne asked again, "Did you give him the money? Cash?"
"Yes."
"I understand."
Bruce Wayne was almost certain that the person who sent him back was the Void Lord Samuel.
And he should still be in Gotham City!
Bruce Wayne didn't care about the hundred thousand U.S. dollars that were swindled away; he cared about the other party's purpose for staying in Gotham City, or rather, for staying in this World.
Also, the reason he sent himself back eight years later!
"Tell me what has happened in these eight years, and also the changes in Gotham City during these eight years."
Bruce Wayne had to fill the gap of the missing eight years as quickly as possible, and then—find him!
Let's talk about two different things.
At this time, Samuel was wandering the streets of Gotham City.
Last time, because of time constraints, he just grabbed Bruce Wayne and left directly, which Samuel felt was regrettable, so this time, he naturally wanted to experience it properly.
For the first five people, no matter who became the champion, Samuel would stay in their World for a period of time.
As mentioned before, they were all carefully selected, and the World each person belonged to was worth Samuel spending some effort on.
Take this World, for example.
Bane, Catwoman, and Miranda were all his targets, and he was equally interested in the Batmobile and Batcycle.
Just one Batman, and not the Batman from the main World, couldn't satisfy Samuel's appetite.
Yes, this Batman was not the Batman from the Justice League in the main World, but the one from the Batman trilogy.
Samuel took him away eight years ago, which was the point in time when Batman had just dealt with the Joker and Two-Face Harvey Dent.
According to the plot, Batman took on all the blame to maintain Harvey Dent's positive image in the public eye.
After that, Batman became a criminal wanted by the police and disappeared.
It wasn't until half a year later that Bruce Wayne, who was almost crippled, had to put on the suit again and let Batman return to the Jianghu because Bane and Miranda, representing the League of Assassins, wanted to destroy Gotham.
Samuel originally didn't plan to send Bruce Wayne back eight years later; after all, when traveling to Worlds outside of Marvel, he couldn't control the precise travel time.
But this time, perhaps it was because Magik's teleportation ability had been merged into Impossible Man's Dimension Teleportation.
When traveling, he clearly felt more at ease and in control, which is why he sent Bruce Wayne to eight years later, which is now!
Walking on the street, Samuel found that the folk customs of Gotham City were similar to what he had imagined.
It was clearly morning now, and it had just been sunny, but in the blink of an eye, it became overcast, oppressive and gloomy.
Strange Gothic buildings stood tall, and although there were people coming and going on the streets, he didn't see many criminal incidents happening.
Perhaps it was too early?
After all, if idle gang members could get up early, they wouldn't be gang members.
That's not right either, that sentence might hold true elsewhere, but in Gotham, which is almost synonymous with darkness, it's really not certain.
"Da da da—" The crisp sound of high heels came from behind Samuel, from far to near.
Before Samuel turned around, he smelled a faint fragrance slowly drifting over, which was refreshing.
A hand from behind hooked his arm, followed by a tall figure coming into view, and a sweet voice followed.
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