Chapter 110: Dawn Knight

In a wide and somewhat dim room, damp water droplets condensed on the stone walls, hundreds of candles were fixed on the walls at different heights, and huge ribbons hung down from the towering ceiling supports, leaving intertwined shadows on the ground.

A huge conference table was placed in the center of the room. At this time, several masked people were sitting on both sides of the round table, watching the picture on a screen.

This is the meeting room of the Court of Owls.

The Court of Owls is a mysterious organization in DC comics. It has been active in Gotham since the early days of its existence. In some comic versions, it is described as an organization maintained by the founders of Gotham City or their descendants, and is the dark king of Gotham City.

Of course, there are more comic versions that have designed more conspiracies for this organization, such as the fact that the Court of Owls in Gotham City actually belongs to the world-class Council of Owls, and the Council of Owls is an organization under the command of the dark god Barbatos.

But no matter what, this organization has existed in Gotham for a long time and has been secretly controlling the city.

The members of the Court of Owls only gather together because of the conspiracy plan about Gotham City, and this time is no exception.

Of course, this was their original purpose, but the situation is different now, or in other words, when they saw a huge black monster jumping out of the monitoring equipment on the claw belt, the nature of the whole story has completely changed.

And the speed and impact of this change are really beyond everyone's expectations.

During the period when Gotham City changed, the Court of Owls was not completely unconcerned, but the problem is that any organization of parliamentary nature needs to go through a series of discussion meetings and members' statements when deciding on something. The Court of Owls is no exception. For Gotham's recent changes, they need to investigate, collect evidence, analyze, and then vote.

Yes, this damn evil organization is damn rigorous, and its case handling efficiency is much better than that of the Gotham Police Department.

But in short, after a period of reaction, the Court of Owls finally found out from the clues that Gotham was the mastermind behind this change.

The Court of Owls is not actually worried about this change in Gotham, because the city is not actually developing in a better direction, and no one wants to save the city from the root. On the contrary, it has brought huge benefits to the city, which is actually in the interests of the Court of Owls.

What they cannot accept is that someone in a darker place can manipulate and influence the city more accurately than them. Once such a person appears, the Court of Owls must eliminate them.

So, Claw found his target, the seemingly ordinary university professor, Schiller Rodriguez.

Originally, everything went smoothly, and the Court of Owls also thought that they would still nip one opponent after another in the bud as before, but all this began to change from the appearance of the black monster.

It is not surprising that the Court of Owls would install monitoring equipment on Claws. They were originally a conspiracy organization that monitored the entire city, but they never expected that the next big drama would directly shatter everyone's three views and fundamentally change the purpose of this meeting.

At this time, Schiller, who was still entangled with Venom Bat, also felt a little tricky. The battle between symbiotes was not like what he had seen in the movie, where two giant monsters beat each other.

As a factor creature, the battle between symbiotes is more likely to occur at the microscopic level, that is, devouring each other's symbiote factors, which is like a one-on-one duel turned into a legion war.

Schiller is not incapable of fighting this kind of battle, but he is facing a crazy dark bat. Venom Bat doesn't care how much symbiote factor he will lose, but just attacks madly, trying to bite more from Gray Fog.

There is no way to talk about tactics with such a crazy enemy, and defense will only make you lose more, so Schiller had to start a crazy attack, and the two symbiotes began to devour each other without fear.

There was no fire or sound in this kind of battle. Everything seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious and silent atmosphere. Tangible things began to gradually become invisible in this crazy mutual devouring. The pulling of mucus and mist made it look more like a battle between light and shadow. Under the silent appearance, there were screams, chaos and crazy battles that ordinary people could not see.

The Court of Owls was not ordinary people. They did have some dark powers that ordinary people did not have.

Therefore, when facing this silent and noisy battle, the Court of Owls, who had never seen creatures like symbiotes, could only understand it as a higher-level manifestation of mysticism within their own worldview.

This kind of battle that took place at an invisible level made it easier for them to associate it with the source of some dark forces. Unlike ordinary people, the Court of Owls could realize that this world was not as simple and peaceful as it seemed. They knew that there were more great and dark forces that were watching everything in the universe.

The forms of Venom Bat and Gray Mist Schiller really made it too easy for people to associate them with some demons that transcended dimensions.

The huge black bat carries a frightening dark power. Even through the screen, you can see the huge black tide pouring out of Batman's dark side. Just looking at it makes people feel like they are being strangled. , feeling suffocated and frightened.

As for Schiller, the huge sun rising from the gray fog looks like a black hole that swallows everything. Those weird and bizarre fog patterns add a sense of sacredness full of religious rituals to the weirdness and absurdity. Solemn, it’s really hard not to think of something.

The infinite possibilities brought to bear by the unique race of symbiotes make the changes between these two people not seem like a sudden change at all.

In fact, the Owl Court's judgment was correct. The symbiote race itself was born out of a cosmic demon, and the two currently fighting are both leaders in the symbiote race.

If possible, please allow Schiller to solemnly introduce a special enthusiastic netizen to the Court of Owls——

The Ancient of the Seventh Universe, the Satan of the Universe, the Lord of the Abyss, the Emperor in Black, the Master of the Black Corruption Blade, the Beheader of the Celestials, the Stepfather of God-Slayer Gal, Thor's God Friend, Thanos's Headache Gnar, the symbiote god, is the ultimate nightmare of the three cosmic empires.

Okay, although the story of Gnar told before sounds a bit uninteresting, in fact, the demon god who forged the all-black death sword is still at a high level among the demon gods in the Marvel universe, and his record is also ranked high. No., although his special descendant cannot be regarded as an independent universe demon, at least it can be regarded as a direct relative.

You know, in this era, most of the named villains have not yet fully debuted, let alone those demons who transcend the earth level, but the battle between these two people is like suddenly skipping countless power levels and directly Change the level of combat from a neighborhood brawl to a cosmic event.

Can this Court of Owls stop crackling?

As a result, the topic of this meeting changed from whether to interfere with Gotham to whether to evacuate Gotham.

After all, they were unaware of this change, and they didn't even know why Batman, whom they were closely monitoring, suddenly became like this. They also didn't know what the result of this kind of battle would be? The entire Gotham was destroyed? The entire earth was destroyed?

But at least, they are sure of one thing. It is best not to do anything before they understand why Batman and this professor suddenly jumped from ordinary people living on the ground to a cosmic level monster. Any drastic action.

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Moreover, what made them even more worried was that the changes between these two people were too sudden without any warning. The Court of Owls did not find that the city was invaded by any mysterious force.

If these demons were organized and had infected many people in Gotham, then who knows how many such people there would be in Gotham City?

What if they spread their sharp claws, poke each one and explode each one, and then Gotham City will be filled with a bunch of cosmic demons, and they will have nothing to do with their owls!

If everyone in Gotham had this fighting ability, Owl wouldn't have the chance to run home and cry on Barbatos' lap.

Originally, Schiller brought Venom to DC because he had seen in the comics that Venom filled up the aging bones and nervous system of his host Eddie. He thought that maybe Venom could use the same method to replace Mr. Freeze. His wife treated him, but before he could do so, Venom actually tried to kill himself and ran to Batman.

Batman can't be parasitic on anything. You, a stinky foreigner from Marvel, still want to come to Gotham to beg for food?

Just as he was thinking this, Schiller discovered that the offensive on the opposite side seemed to have weakened. The gray mist circled a building again. Schiller retracted his figure, stood on the edge of the highest building roof, and looked down.

The black bat made of mucus suddenly began to fly crookedly, as if it was fighting with itself and was being pulled by an invisible force.

In Black Bat's mind, another battle was getting more intense.

Wave after wave of black tides are overwhelming, and Bruce's consciousness of his own personality is like a lonely boat in the storm, teetering on the edge.

Even Bruce himself had never thought that his dark side could be so terrifying.

Joining forces with him to fight against the enemy is the miserable consciousness of Venom. He still has not figured out why he has stirred up a hornet's nest again.

Once again barely able to withstand the wash of the wave, Bruce said to Venom: "Don't you call yourself an alien creature?!!! Why are the wills of you alien creatures so fragile?!!!"

Venom is almost pissed off. Is that because my will is weak? ? ? Why do you humans like to create so many storms in your mind? ?

The world of consciousness is the ultimate survival, right? ? ?

Venom is really aggrieved. When he first debuted, the first host he met was Deadpool.

Deadpool's brain is as if it has been stirred by thousands of revolutions of an egg beater. He can grow everywhere in his body, but not in his brain.

Venom is like butterfly swimming in a cesspit. Although Deadpool's brain is not very dangerous, it is disgusting, extremely disgusting.

Venom was driven a little crazy by him, and he finally stayed on ordinary people for a while, but he couldn't resist the temptation and ran to Stark.

Stark's mind is no longer chaotic, but this damn rotten man's mind has an average of more than 3,000 thunderstorms per day, tornadoes and sandstorms that are so violent that he doesn't even recognize him, and Venom's head is almost blown open.

When Venom was knocked out of Stark's body, he almost felt lucky to have escaped from death.

Then, he was locked in a jar and starved for a long time, and finally found a chance to run out. Venom was still happy, because as soon as he entered Bruce's body, he found that he seemed to be a rich second generation with a good brain, and his brain seemed to be very good. It's not as fast as Stark's. Instead, his mind is full of irrelevant data such as ward beds and prison rooms.

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Venom, who was full of longing for a happy life, thought he had happily crawled into an egg. Just when he was drooling over the yolk and ready to swallow it in one gulp, the egg hatched with a click and a Tyrannosaurus rex hatched. Venom almost had his head cut off. Bitten off.

Venom can know from his genetic information that humans are not the only race in the universe. Why is he so unlucky? How come it just happened to fall to the earth? ?

How could humans be so outrageous? If one day, he could compile the gene pool of symbiotes, he would definitely tell all his compatriots: Stay away from humans, put safety first, and do not follow the rules when finding a host. Symbiotes will cry twice.

But grievances are grievances, complaints are complaints, and the battle still has to be fought. Venom said to Bruce: "I can stimulate your emotions. You must have an extreme emotion now to suppress this dark emotion."

Thanks to Stark, Venom's logic system comes from this genius cursed by knowledge. His current thinking is very clear, even a little clearer than Bruce. After all, Bruce is a fan of the authorities, but Venom knows very well that he wants to defeat this kind of person who comes from The dark emotions of the dark side, Bruce must inspire enough positive emotions.

"Then why are you standing still? Let's get started." Bruce said.

"The problem is that I can't find your positive emotions!!!!"

Venom yelled: "Where did you hide them?! Turn them out quickly!!! That's our life-saving straw!!!"

Venom was hit by the black tide again. He collapsed and said, "What on earth is there to hide?! You stupid humans!!!"

Bruce opened his mouth. He didn't know how to answer Venom's question. It sounded ridiculous, but even an alien creature that could spy on people's hearts couldn't find his positive emotions.

"You have to hurry up!" Venom's tone was very much like Stark at this time, and it was obvious that this genius had a great influence on him.

"There seems to be some other power in your dark emotions. Once it fully breaks out, your hometown, the city we are staying in now, will definitely be completely destroyed! Nothing will be left!"

Bruce pursed his lips, once again dodging the attack of dark consciousness.

Destroy Gotham? This may sound crazy, but it is so reasonable. This crazy city should have been destroyed long ago. What is there to miss here?

Alfred's face appeared in his mind. He recalled the expression on the old butler's face when he was sitting in front of the hospital bed. He also recalled the words he hummed while wiping the old telephone alone in the dark living room. Pleasant tunes.

This did not surprise Bruce. If there is only one person in this city that he feels attached to, it must be his butler Alfred. If there is the only place where he feels attached to , that is Wayne Manor with Alfred here.

soon. His memory became a little hazy, as if he had returned to Wayne Manor. He opened a door like any other morning.

But what surprised him was that behind this door was the dark rainy alley of Gotham. Detective Gordon called him the weirdo in tights for the first time. They worked together to investigate and track the case, and then the detective in a trench coat and the man in a cape Bat, on the roof of the Gotham Police Station, they were talking about justice and the future of the city.

When the night was already deep, Batman turned around and left. When he returned to the manor, under the dim candlelight, an old friend was already waiting for him. Batman and Harvey were sitting on the sofa. They talked about many things, as if they had There were endless topics to talk about, like a mentor and a helpful friend. Bruce was already confused about the principles he talked about, but the tacit understanding between the exchanges was still very clear.

Soon, he was walking through the lights of Gotham's high-rise buildings, hugging and kissing Catwoman, and fell into a beautiful dream.

Those thrown gauze curtains, knocked over wine glasses, scattered wine, every tender and crazy night, those passionate kisses that dyed the cold body temperature of a bat, and those passionate kisses that made him feel extremely fascinated. Lover, telling him stories about jewels and castles that Batman had never been interested in. In his memory, he listened very carefully, but in his opinion, Catwoman's eyes were more beautiful than the gems she had exhausted her vocabulary to describe. Be brighter.

The rustle of pen falling on paper sounded, and Bruce seemed to have returned to an examination site. He looked at his classmates scratching their heads in the examination room, perhaps feeling amazed, or perhaps feeling helpless.

Then, he painted the wall with those people, watching the dark paint flow down the wall, spontaneously forming some mysterious patterns that he had never seen before, like the door of a time machine.

As he walked through the door, time traveled forward at a rapid pace, advancing bit by bit to the present in his dream-like memory, and then began to move backwards rapidly, with all the people and objects returning to their original positions like a movie played in reverse, until he returned. When he reached the place where a black sun rose, he heard a familiar voice saying to him: "Welcome to Gotham."

Venom watched as the conscious space began to tremble, and strong light emerged from some broken cracks. He cursed secretly, and quickly began to thread needles and threads among Bruce's emotions, trying to guide these fragmented positive emotions together.

A little bit of light gradually rose, and then gathered into a more dazzling ball of light.

The counterattack of the black tide became more violent, like black ink soaking the entire world. A black ocean began to spread in the consciousness space, and the raging waves covered the sky.

Bruce, who had been separated from the memory space, was floating above the black tide. Through the layers of black waves, he saw a curled up little boy lying in the deepest part of the black ocean. That was him, he was Bruce Wayne.

Soon, Schiller saw the huge bat made of mucus falling to the ground. The mucus began to slowly retract, and then all retracted into Bruce's body.

Schiller jumped off the roof and stood in front of Bruce. Bruce got up from the ground, or in other words, it was venom that controlled his body now.

"How on earth did you escape?"

"You have to ask the woman who came to your house and stole the jar."

The woman who stole the jar? Schiller thought that there was only one female thief in Gotham who had this ability. Could it be Catwoman?

"I shouldn't have listened to Stark's nonsense." Schiller said: "He told me that his symbiote must live in a mansion worthy of the world's richest man, so he used his strange instruments to build one The diamond jar also assured me that it is both beautiful and practical.”

"Then I still want to thank him."

In an instant, black mucus burst out again, but this time the venom turned into its original form, which was a big mouth full of fangs and a bright red tongue.

"Then how on earth did you end up on Batman?"

"Don't you think it's too slow to communicate in a human way? Don't waste my time." Venom said.

"Your tone reminds me of a really nasty guy."

The venom branched out a tentacle of mucus, and the gray mist slowly dispersed into a cloud of mist. The moment the symbiote factor came into contact, the two sides exchanged countless information.

Gray fog said to Schiller in his mind: "...a woman with cat ears...just like that car...the necessary process of human reproduction...is not allowed to be seen...he can't understand it either..."

"Okay, I understand..." Schiller covered his forehead. He already knew what was going on. He said, "Don't tell me the details. Bruce deserves it."

Then Venom grinned with that big mouth and said: "You can't catch me anymore! Hahahahaha! I'm free!! I'm going to eat everyone's brains here!! I..."

"I said before, before you think about eating, you may still have trouble to deal with..."

Just as Venom was about to answer him, he felt that his consciousness was suppressed again for a moment. He yelled unwillingly: "No! Damn humans! Rotten people!!"

But in the end, the mucus returned to the body. Bruce shook his head and said, "Did it succeed? What on earth is going on?"

"You should ask the bastard inside you."

"That's not what I mean. He has told me who he is and what he is going to do. What I mean is..." Bruce covered his head in pain and said, "Why did I lose control? Those terrible negative emotions are What's going on? Why...where did that darkness come from?"

"It seems that you have discovered it." Schiller said: "The darkness hidden in your body is very terrifying. Although it has never been out of control before, once it is out of control, you may destroy everything."

"What the hell is that?"

"That's Batman, don't you know?"

"Batman? Then who am I? No...no...impossible!" Bruce covered his eyes and squatted down. He was half-kneeling on the ground, looking very painful. He said: "Impossible...I am Batman... …I am Batman…”

"You think you have become another you, but in fact, this is just an appearance."

Schiller's thoughts began to wander a little, and he began to gradually recall the Batman he knew in those comics, and his voice began to sound more and more illusive. He said: "Batman? You are a little different from him, indeed. , he is not blindly pursuing darkness.”

"He is the ultimate darkness and the ultimate light. He controls this hopeless city with extreme darkness, and then uses light to prevent the destruction that this extreme darkness may bring."

This sounded more like a sigh from Schiller. Bruce's voice was full of exhaustion. He said: "I thought that I didn't need those. I was an avenger in the night. I didn't need anything that might shake my faith." Useless emotions, I am not that ridiculous Bruce, that powerless, unable to save or change anything, little Bruce..."

It was also the first time that Schiller heard such an obvious tremor in his tone. Bruce's tone was almost trembling to the point that he could not finish the last complete word, or perhaps, he was unwilling to say it.

This was the first time he told what he had been avoiding - that night, the two gunshots, the two people lying in a pool of blood, and the helpless little boy named Bruce Wayne.

He originally thought that little Bruce was buried forever that night.

So when he realized that he was still like that little boy, holding on to the world and the pleasant memories of the movie that night, he had an inappropriate fantasy, as if all the hatred and hatred-driven efforts over the years were just self-deceiving escapes.

Facing the little boy who lost his parents brought Schiller more intense emotional fluctuations than facing Batman. For the first time, he no longer gave advice like a bystander, but really said like an exhortation: "... Even in Gotham, there is daytime."

Bruce's Adam's apple moved, he took a deep breath, as if he was suddenly injected with some vitality, he stood up, trembling a little, the cold wind of the Gotham night blew on his bat armor, bringing a tremor that no one could hear.

He limped a little and slowly walked to the edge of the roof.

Standing there, he saw that a glow appeared on the skyline of Gotham City, and a thin golden line cut through the thick darkness like the creation of the world.

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Bruce had never seen the sunrise in Gotham.

He suddenly discovered that even in such a dark and gloomy city, the light that cut through the darkness at the moment of the sun rising was still the most brilliant light he had ever seen.

The darker it was, the more shocking the light seemed.

Bruce closed his eyes, and he slowly gathered the fingers of one hand, as if holding the light that cut through the darkness.

Soon, Bruce took a deep breath and opened his eyes. The sun's glow was contained in his eyes, and the light arc on the horizon left a bright golden color in his pupils.

No one knew that he had briefly seen the little boy lying under the black tide in his consciousness space. It was not until he saw him that Bruce realized that he always regarded those happy memories as the first reward for his painful life. Therefore, whenever he got a little happiness, he always wanted to repay it with ten times the pain.

He was so eager to avoid these happy memories, just like instinctively avoiding pain.

He wanted to be Batman, and what he had to accept was not only these pains and darkness, but also that he had always been that little boy, he had been looking forward to that movie, and had been longing for those lights.

Just like that dark night many years ago, without the expectation of light, there would never be a desire to blend into the darkness.

"Who am I?"

He whispered, "Who am I?"

The light of dawn would not answer him, but he already had the answer in his heart, he said, "I am Bruce Wayne..."

"I am Batman..."

His tone began to become gentle: "... I am, Batman."

A silent and heavy oath fell in his heart, like a heavy stone tablet, standing firm under the scouring of the black tide.

From today on, there will only be one Batman in this dark city, Bruce Wayne, and also Batman.

From today on, he will bear the dark power from the crazy city of Gotham, and then hold the sharp blade of dawn light.

He will stand above this living hell, the cold wind cannot penetrate his armor, and the flames cannot melt his heart.

He will ignore any rules, fear no guilt, take dawn as the boundary, take dawn as the sign, be in the dark, but be toward the light, forever toward the light.

Bruce thought, he will be the dawn of Gotham.

He will be - Batman.