Gotham, which had been noisy all day, finally regained its calm at the moment of sunset, like the end of the most ordinary day.

The citizens who had been sent to the dimension of hell for refuge were told that they could go home, and in their horror, they finally got the good news, so they stepped out of the portal again and returned to Gotham under the sunset, escorted by those hideous demons.

At the moment of stepping through the portal, the citizens were pleasantly surprised to find that Gotham, which had been changed terrain, had regained its original appearance, and in the sunset, the whole city seemed to be covered with a veil of light, which looked so beautiful, and this always noisy city has never been so quiet.

Mr. Tempel carefully helped his pregnant wife back to his shabby but warm home, where everything was as it had been when they had left.

"Jack, there's no flour left, can you go buy some?"

Mrs. Tempel wanted to cook a meal to comfort the two of them who had been frightened for the day, but the kitchen ran out of flour, so she called out to her husband, who smiled softly at her, took the money and went out of the room.

At this time, it was already dark, and at this time, no one would go out of Gotham, and the security in the city was too bad, but Mr. Naple walked down the nearby streets, and was surprised to see a lot of people who had eaten and walked around, and some parents and children were playing in the park dotted with pale green light.

This scene made Mr. Nappur feel a little nostalgic, although being ruled by a man of unknown origin is a matter of unclear whether it is a nebula or an unfortunate thing, but the needs of ordinary people living in the city are very simple, they just want a peaceful life, after a tiring day, they can walk safely in the city at night, and they don't have to worry about jumping out of the darkness to rob themselves and their families of the money they rely on for a living, and even take their lives.

On the way home with a small bag of flour, Mr. Tempel saw two silent patrolling Dark Knights on dark horses, and he knew that these were the "policemen" arranged by the mysterious adult, and at first, people always looked in horror at these beings who did not look like living creatures, but no one was grounded, and the city was still running, even better than before.

When the citizens witnessed how the knights of the overlord punished crimes, protected the people, and risked the danger to rescue the people from various places, they gradually got used to the existence of these knights, especially those civilians who were rescued, and they were very grateful to these knights, and some children even began to worship them.

They don't extort wantonly, they don't neglect their duties, they will be the first to show up whenever someone needs them... After 10 days of running-in, they seem to have become part of the city, and just yesterday, the factory that had been forced to shut down due to the riots also resumed production, and Mr. Nepper got a job again.

There was even a sense of joy in Neckpier's heart at such an efficient city, and his wife whispered more than once that this kind of life was much better than the frightened days before.

In fact, as long as we know that a peaceful and safe life can continue, people's inner dissatisfaction will always be soothed little by little, and a ruler who can quickly restore social order is a qualified ruler.

From this point of view, although people still have fear and suspicion of the overlord who lives on the mountain peak in the center of the city, no one has openly stood up against him, of course, stability is only the appearance, the undercurrent under the calm water has never stopped, only one spark, this quiet city will boil again, but if the external stimulus is still as vulnerable as this time, then the city will sooner or later fall into the hands of the overlord.

Like he once did in another world.

"Ahem... Ahem"

The dead darkness was torn apart by a series of strong coughs, and the woman who was placed in the water jerked her eyes open under the invasion of the endless nightmare, but the cold water was not as harsh as it was with the others, but instead it surrendered to the woman's side with suppleness, soothing the exhaustion and the fear of death in her body.

And the moment she opened her eyes, Brucy felt a little uncomfortable...

Her left eye, which was completely destroyed because of the risk of transplanting the genes of the female sea king, was once again brightened, which made her, who was accustomed to monocular vision, have a strange feeling, her cold fingers caressed her eyes, and the things that had been taken away returned to her, which made her somewhat happy.

But the instinct of the warrior made her regain her mind in the next moment, because she was not out of danger yet.

She hadn't forgotten how she had been hit in the back by the ferocious and brutal overlord in the process of escaping, and at that moment, she sweared, she clearly felt the pain of her body being torn apart, and the moment she fell into the water, her consciousness fell into a coma under the extreme torture.

"Here... Where is this?"

Her gaze looked at everything in the sky above through the icy water, here... What appeared to be a palace, stone, rough, without any frescoes, and above her head, only a tall dome shrouded in darkness.

"Huh"

Brucy sat up from the icy water, her keen senses felt the dead silence of the palace, and a hint of coldness, which was rare, and the concept of cold had long since disappeared from her senses after transplanting Aquaman's genes.

It was only then that Brucy realized that she was being placed in a stony, coffin-like object in a naked posture.

She was more and more confused by what she saw, and she didn't let down her guard, but the moment she raised her hand and tried to leave this sarcophagus, Brusie's body was struck like lightning.

With a shudder, she raised her left hand and placed it in front of her eyes.

The darkness could not stop her gaze, and she could clearly see the pale but blown-tearable skin on her left hand, which seemed to be born with natural skin lines, and complete and beautiful nails... It's like the finger of the beautiful and noble Gotham Queen in my memory.

But... But that's not true!

Brucy was well aware that the transplant of the Aquaman gene she had received was not entirely successful, and although the gene gave her the ability to move freely in the water and manipulate the stagnant water, her beauty and nobility were taken away at the price, leaving her with a body covered in scales and ugly scars, flesh turned out, and though strong enough to win her the revenge and victory she craved, it lost the most important thing as a woman.

"It's... It's..."

She trembled and gently brushed her fingers on her cheeks, she could feel the warmth of the touch, it was real, even her rust-eroded cheeks had regained that softness, and full lips, no longer the dry skin that made people have nightmares.

"I'm dreaming! Boring dreams!"

Brusie's body trembled uncontrollably, and she gritted her teeth, unwilling to believe that it was all true, even though tears of unknown emotion had welled up in her eyes.

She stood up from the sarcophagus covered in water, and stood on the ground with some difficulty, the pain in her body still echoing, as if some kind of awakened beast was roaring in her body, fighting with another beast for control of her body, and she could feel the tearing pain coming from her body.

She gritted her teeth and walked in the darkness to the exit of the palace, where on the stone table at hand lay a robe, which she draped, and the moment she touched her regained suppleness, Brusie's fingers could not help but linger on the long wet hair for an extra second.

Even if it's a dream... Let's let it stay a little longer, too.

"Bang"

The door of the palace was pushed open, and the bright light shone on Brusie's cheeks, so that she couldn't help but raise her hand to block the oncoming light, which had once been her favorite, but after her own world was flooded by the tide, there was only a dull and dead light in that world, and there was no hope in sight.

In order to prevent the light from flowing out of her memory, she specially set up a special bat lamp on the submerged ruins, which was the only dazzling light in a destroyed world.

"Oh, it looks like you're recovering well, the rejection is completely gone, and the internal organs are repairing quickly... Congratulations, you'll be back to your original self in no time. ”

A gentle voice interrupted Brushie's dark memories, she turned her head, and saw the overlord sitting at the table eating in the middle of this imperfect palace, for a moment, Brosie subconsciously put on a fighting stance, but as the robe slipped off her body, she quickly tied her robe around her body.

That kind of movement with her arms crossed is like an ordinary girl, but she doesn't have the domineering spirit of the former king of the backwaters of the seven seas.

"It's not a dream!"

Cyber put a piece of beef into his mouth, he looked at Brucy, and the corner of his mouth was an inexplicable smile: "I have to tell you, it's true, you're my captive, so I modify your body without your consent, Lady Brucy... I have to say, you're in great shape!"

Ms. Brusie's figure needs not be said much, her body has always been in perfect condition after long hours of combat and training, and her ability to control the flow of water has kept her body alive.

She has waist-length hair, natural curls, which look very graceful, and her cheeks, which are very similar to the face of Bruce in Cyber's memory, but tend to be softer, combining the firmness of a man and the softness of a woman almost perfectly, and her eyes, which are brown, like an amber gem, with a straight nose bridge and plump lips, make her absolutely worthy of the word beauty without dead ends.

"Shameless!"

Brusie's cheeks were red with anger at this moment, and her whole body trembled, but for some reason, when she heard the Overlord himself confirm that this was not a dream, she felt a kind of joy in her heart... At least before she dies, she regains her former nobility and beauty, and she will die as a human being... Isn't that enough joy?

"You think I'm going to kill you?"

The next moment, Cyber's voice interrupted Brucy's thoughts, causing her to jerk her head up and look at Cyber warily:

"Can you feel my mind?"

"Do you still need to feel it?"

Cyber picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth: "All your thoughts are engraved on your face... Come on, come and sit down, ma'am, I'm interested in your story, and those dark secrets of Barbatos, don't try to defy my will... You see, Barbatos is my enemy, and you, you don't deserve the title!"

"Smack"

Between the flames and the flames, the mellow smell of tobacco rose in the sunlit palace, and in the rising smoke, Cyber's eyes were a little blurred:

"Perhaps, the word funny toy... Perfect for you. ”

After realizing that the strength gap between the two has broken through the sky, Bruce, who has been very nervous and vigilant, seems to be relieved, just like Cyber said, he is enough to crush her with one punch, just like ants and people, when the difference in strength is immeasurable, life and death are no longer in his hands, and after accepting this situation, the whole person is also strangely relaxed.

She grabbed the loose robe, strolled to the other side of the cloth, she looked at the food that had been respectfully placed in front of her by several well-behaved succubus maids, her throat moved, but she did not taste it immediately, but looked at Cyber, and finally stretched out her hand:

"Give me a cigar... Another glass of red wine, I haven't tasted that in a long time. ”

"Oh?"

Cyber snapped his fingers, and soon the succubus maids, who had been trained by Alvet, delivered what Brusie needed, and Cyber looked at the eccentric female Batman's depressed expression in tobacco, and he whispered:

"It seems that your world is in a terrible environment..."

"Oops? no"

Brucy Wayne shook her head, took her glass, drank the wine from it, and after a moment she turned her head to look out the window at the warm sunshine, and whispered:

"That's not bad anymore, it's a disaster... Utter disaster. ”