Young Wayne frowned slightly...... Although he is not interested in this method of 'hiding things in the body', after all, during his time as Batman, he has seen all kinds of criminals,

But...... If the person who did such a frustrating thing was 'himself', he would be more or less unacceptable.

And Wayne, who had been injected with the 'Bane's potion', did not change his face, and he handed the key to the other party.

"The key was given to me by the 70-year-old Bruce, who was able to open a door at the end of the hallway, and that was the only contribution that the old man made."

He said, and then ...... The wound on his abdomen began to heal slowly.

He saw the look of surprise in his other self....... "Don't be surprised, this is Bane's ability to transform your body into a humanoid weapon, immune to toxins, and has a certain ability to heal itself. ”

The other Wayne nodded, "Okay, you can see it...... But...... Are you really 'me'? I mean, in my current thinking, I'm never going to inject this thing into my body, it makes me look like a monster. ”

"Heh, it's rare that you can still keep this kind of thinking...... But if you had been through what I had been through, you wouldn't have thought so...... The estate was burned, the Wayne Group was divided among the arms dealers, two-thirds of Gotham City joined the gangs, the government was controlled, and Jim. Gordon was killed, and Alfred was hanged and burned alive on Central Street...... And at that time, you are being used by the citizens as the initiator of all this, and you can only watch it happen...... If you've been through this and haven't broken down, then you'll understand that power ..... How important. ”

Wayne was silent...... He looked at the man in front of him, who was several laps older than him, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"You don't need to accept this now, you're still young and there's still a long way to go...... No one knows what you're going to go through, so you don't need to think about other people...... To be honest, there should be different 'Bruce Wayne' here, everyone has their own story, and I, maybe the happy one. He said.

"It's all ...... ...... Bruce Wayne? Young Wayne said in shock.

"It's just a guess, after all, counting you, I've already seen four Wayne. So it's not impossible to have a few dozen more Wayne, I guess, someone brought us together in different planes, and who did it, how did he do it, and what was the purpose...... I haven't figured it out yet. ”

"Wait...... If it's all us, then I can release them all now, so that we can escape...... No, we can take it all here. Wayne said, shaking the key in his hand.

But......

"No way!" The other person immediately stopped: "We don't know what kind of self is locked up in these wards, just take the selfish guy I met before, he is a useless waste at all, if such a person is released, it is likely to trap the two of us, and ...... I suspect that there is an even more terrible 'Bruce Wayne' in these wards. ”

"Terrible ...... What is the meaning. ”

"You're far away from here, so you can't hear it, but every night, I can vaguely hear terrible noises coming from a nearby ward, crying and laughing, like a madman...... Imagine if you really broke down after something you couldn't bear, or rather, you really killed someone...... So what will you become? ”

Hearing this, Bruce Wayne gritted his teeth unconsciously.

Yes, killing, if you really didn't resist the urge to kill those criminals, what would you become?

"Well, it seems that without figuring out what kind of 'self' is in each ward, it really shouldn't be rashly opened...... So, let's both try to get out first. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, young Wayne suddenly thought of something. He took some of the keys off the keychain and tore open some of the walls and hid them inside.

"I don't know what the use is, but if you and I fail, at least, we can leave some clues for the others."

With that, he followed the other man to the end of the hallway.

This corridor is surprisingly long, roughly calculated, almost fifty or sixty meters, and there are dozens of wards on both sides, and in several wards, there are a few beast-like hind feet, and the sound of crazy hammers.

The two ignored the men, quickened their pace, and hurried to the door at the end.

"What's over the door?" Wayne asked.

"I have the key, but ...... I've never stepped out of this door. Another Wayne said.

"Well, anyway, that's the only way out."

With that, he inserted the key into the door and turned it...... And open......

However, a somewhat embarrassing scene appeared.

Just as Wayne pulled the door open, a person on the other side of the door also pushed the door inside.

"Freddy, why did you go so long?"

This is the sound of the door floating in when the door has just opened a crack, and then, the two people inside and outside the door opened the door almost synchronously, and then the two pairs of eyes inevitably looked at each other.

The blade outside the door had blonde hair, didn't look very strong, wore an old beige trench coat, had a stubble on his face, and had a cigarette in his mouth.

...... Time seems to have frozen for half a second.

......

Followed by!

"Someone, there's another ......," the man began to howl at the top of his voice.

Well...... Why did he say 'again'?

Whatever, at this time, who cares about this, I saw Bruce Wayne directly smash the opponent's face door with a punch.

"Goo~~"

With a strange scream, the man was punched in the face, and he held back the rest of his words.

Immediately, the strong version of Wayne behind him also stepped forward with a big stride, and a big hand directly pressed the throat of the yellow hair, and by the way, pulled him in front of him, and clamped it with his strong arm, which was a standard 'suffocation' posture, and it was estimated that in a few seconds, this guy would faint.

However...... An incredible scene suddenly appeared.

There seemed to be a sudden burst of magical power from the man's body, making Wayne's arm unable to advance at all, and at the same time, on the man's chest, a thing similar to a 'magic array' began to emerge.