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An eerie atmosphere permeated the darkness, and the glimmer of light from the screen reflected the silhouette of a man. He folded his hands and looked at the active figure on the screen with an interested expression, and it was none other than Eric, who was dressed in the armor of the Amodr.

At this moment, Eric and Batman landed on the roof of the train together, breaking the window and entering the car.

Fate is ethereal, but it's always there. They are bound together from the moment a person falls to the ground, and invisibly pulls a life to complete a life according to the established trajectory.

Generally speaking, people believe that God created destiny and wrote the future of each individual. Sometimes, however, there are people who have such power.

The man smiled coldly, and the dim blue screen made his face as pale and lifeless as dead wood.

You think you're fighting on your own will, but that's a necessary lie. You'll keep searching for the truth, you'll keep fighting, you'll keep getting stronger, and you'll grow your wings......

...... I'll prey on you.

On a silver train that runs at high speed from downtown Gotham.

Batman and Bruce Wayne are the same person, and in his previous life this was a basic premise that almost everyone knew, and Eric had never doubted this since he came to Gotham, even when he heard Batman say to him, "We're going to break into the train that Bruce Wayne privately transferred", he just felt strange in his heart.

And now, Batman and Bruce Wayne are indeed two people, and they have appeared in front of him.

Bruce's muscles swelled so much that it seemed like his skeleton had doubled. He was wearing what he looked like was the same expensive suit he wore during the day, and the reason why he said "looks" was because they had been torn into strips of cloth by their muscles at the moment, and they were weakly resting on their strong pecs.

"Yes, it's me, Batman." Bruce smiled wickedly and said, "Strength is an incredible thing...... Is that right? ”

Batman frowned: "What are you talking about?" ”

"I'm saying, you can retire!"

With a roar, Bruce stepped forward quickly, his fist falling like a hammer. The two hurriedly staggered, and the huge fist "banged" into a hole in the floor, through which it was possible to see the railroad tracks flashing at high speed below, and the cool wind was poured into the carriage.

Eric hurried to catch up, ducking short to avoid his opponent's windmill-like swing and slamming a punch between his waist and abdomen.

He clearly felt tons of power poured into Bruce's body, but it was as if it had sunk into the sea. The swollen muscles seemed to be extremely elastic, and Eric's fist sank slightly, but the damage was minimal.

Bruce grinned and laughed out loud in dissonance.

"You think I'm the same kind of garbage as I used to be? No! ”

He didn't seem to feel Eric's punch at all, and an elbow slammed back into Eric's cheek. Eric's ears thundered, and his helmet shook as if it were "buzzing". This was followed by Bruce's heavy knee, which sent him flying out of the deck, cutting off a row of seats in the carriage.

"Arkham's waste is nothing more than a test item, and my potion recipe is the most complete version, as it says on the label." Bruce exclaimed triumphantly.

"It's a pity that this thing can't help you improve your acting skills a little, otherwise it would be even more perfect!"

As Batman's voice arrived, his fist landed on Bruce's cheek. The black gloves were pinched with the electric shock ring, and the current burst out with the moment his punch fell, like countless blue elves dancing.

"No matter who you are, you're not going to be the real Bruce." Batman punched one punch after another, raining down all over Bruce's body, "Who are you!?" ”

In an instant, like a bolt of lightning running through his brain, Eric suddenly understood.

The two sides in front of me - this big guy and Batman, neither of them is Bruce Wayne.

He finally remembered where the inexplicable disobedience he had felt since he met this Batman came from. His lightness, gymnast-like style of movement doesn't match Bruce's calm style. In addition, compared to Batman, who cherishes words like gold in the comic book movie, he has really said a bit more to Eric so far.

In addition, the moment he saw this gigantic Bruce, he reflexively exclaimed the words "Bruce" instead of "Mr. Wayne", which also shows that he should be very familiar with the real Bruce Wayne himself.

If you string it all together, the clues lead to a single answer.

The man under the batsuit is named Dick Grayson and is codenamed "Nightwing".

Dick Grayson, the youngest member of the Flying Grayson family in the circus, broke into an acrobatic show and shot his parents. Since then, Bruce has adopted him, raised him as an adult, and raised him to be his assistant, the first Robin. After Dick became independent, he changed his name to "Nightwing" and broke away from Batman to become a solo superhero.

And most importantly, when Bruce himself was not in Gotham, he was the best candidate for Batman's position more than once.

And the reason why the big guy in front of him is not the real Bruce is also very simple - he calls Dick "Batman", and this impostor doesn't know that Bruce Wayne is Batman, so he uses such a name.

So the next question is, where is the real Batman? Is that one in Wayne Tower this morning also fake?

Eric was stunned when he thought of this.

Damn it! Fake, of course! This makes sense. He originally thought that it might be that some senior executive within Wayne's enterprise secretly used corporate resources behind Bruce's back to participate in illegal trading, after all, Bruce was also in charge of Batman, and he might not be able to notice this security breach in time. And the truth is that the president of Wayne Group was simply dropped.

The battle continues. Dick threw another punch with great momentum, but was firmly caught by the "Bruce" rag-like slap. The electric current struggled in the palm of that hand as if it was screaming, but the other party was unmoved.

"You really think this kind of thing can hurt me?"

"Bruce" sneered and fought back, and Dick vomited a mouthful of blood, shattering a car window.

"Hey, impostor!" Eric stepped back forward and shouted to get his attention, "Do you have what it takes to fight another round?" ”

"Complete, Super Mode is online."