Bat base.

"You're depressed. Still blaming yourself? Martian Manhunter Jones looked at Bruce Wayne, who had been silent for a long time next to the surveillance screen, stepped forward and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"No, I'm just thinking about how things will end." Bruce didn't look back, his face was intertwined in the light and shadow of the screen in front of him, and he couldn't see clearly.

"Are you still annoyed that they didn't take us there? In fact, while it may hurt their self-esteem to say that, I think they probably don't need our help. Jones said. He didn't want to admit it, but it might be the case, and they used to be only a burden and a breakthrough point.

"After all, this big trouble is caused by me." Bruce was silent for a moment, struggling to speak.

"Your original intention is also to better protect the world, isn't it? We have all experienced the catastrophe brought by Thanos, although the ending is good, everything is back to normal, and even the civilization of this planet has made great and gratifying development, but we cannot forget those pains. So I understand your approach, you're just a little bit of a loner. Jones reassured: "We're a team, a team that has saved the world together, and I like that you understand that sometimes it's better to talk to people and discuss things than to sit alone and make decisions and take all the burdens on your own." ”

"Thank you." Bruce thanked him softly.

"You're welcome. They'll help solve this trouble, and all we need is the safety of this world, right? Jones thought he had found the tangle in Bruce's mind, and he did feel Bruce's tense spirit relax after hearing his words. He does have the ability to spy on people's brain memories and judge people's lies, but he doesn't want to use this ability against his partners, and Bruce and the others have their own methods to block and interfere with this kind of detection.

"I want to be alone for a while." Bruce finally turned around and met his slightly smiling face into Jones' eyes, and asked in a low voice.

"No problem." Jones spread his hands, "I'd be happy to give you another relief if you need to." After all, this opportunity may be difficult to come by in the future. ”

After Jones finished speaking, he said goodbye to Bruce and left him alone in the surveillance room.

The smile on Bruce's face vanished little by little as the door closed, and his face was once again hidden under the light and dark, gilded with a layer of shadow.

Obviously, Jones didn't convince him, or comfort him, but Bruce deliberately disguised himself in order to let Jones leave. Now that he was the only one left in the room, the confusion and torment in his heart surged out vigorously again.

"Why bother?"

An abrupt voice suddenly sounded in Bruce's mind, as if his thoughts had automatically split into a consciousness that communicated with him in his brain.

And Bruce didn't show any surprise at this, as if he had already known about the existence of this consciousness, his face was calm, and he calmly listened to the voice in his head chattering.

It wasn't the first time he'd heard this voice, in fact, it had appeared for some unknown amount of time, but it was still very immature at the time, like a rebellious thought, and only occasionally popped up. But in the past year, it has become a little more frequent, so frequent that it has evolved from a thought to a consciousness with its own thoughts and concepts.

Realizing that there was an extra consciousness in his mind, or his own Bruce, he immediately thought that he had symptoms of schizophrenia, and he also used the psychology he had studied to heal himself. It's just that the effect is not obvious.

Every now and then, the voice would come up and make something that Bruce thought was deviant, even absurd. Those words and psychology made Bruce see a criminal template that he was familiar with.

Clown!

Yes, the same absurdity, there is no so-called justice and evil, you can do whatever you want, you don't need logic, and you don't need to scruple about anything. It's just that the clown has the ability to act, and this thought can only be chattered in his mind, beguiling him to hand over the control of his body to him.

When the other party is not crazy, the verbal demagogy is still very strong, and with Bruce's tenacious psychological state, sometimes he will feel that his words are extremely inflammatory.

"I know what you want to do, and you know what I want to do. Let's just combine it. You don't have to be so wary of me, I am you, you are me. Although I am a bastard, dark, cunning, and have no morals and bottom lines, I am at least for your own good, and I am plotting for your ideals. If you didn't need me, how could I be there? Didn't you create me so that I could help you? ”

Demonic words sounded in Bruce's mind, like a clown living in his head, desperately trying to combine with his consciousness to see what the brain structure of the two sides was different, so as to produce this consciousness that was both extremely similar and extremely contrasting.

"I created you?" Bruce closed his eyes and communicated with each other in his head. The two blues stood facing each other, each seeing the subtle expressions on each other's faces.

"Isn't it? Because you need a me, that's why my personality appears. Didn't you notice? I can communicate with you for a long time now, and in the near future, I will be able to dominate your body as well. After all, he's yours and mine. The other personality smiled gloomily.

"You're not a split personality that I created, I'm sure of that." Bruce's sudden words made the other personality consciousness body suddenly stop laughing, and at this moment, Bruce seemed to be able to clearly perceive the shock and cold emotions revealed by that consciousness body.

"You don't have to deceive me, if you don't have enough knowledge and certainty, I won't come to this conclusion." Bruce didn't wait for the other personality to answer, and spoke again.

"But you can't deny that you are me, I am you." The other personality consciousness fell silent, and regained that clown-like crazy grin.

"I never deny it." Bruce Road.

"And what do you think I am?" Personality consciousness seems to have guessed the answer, but still asks Bruce with a smile.

"I know that the multiverse exists, and I know that we in different universes may intersect. I don't know what happened to your universe that caused you to twist into the way you are, and I don't know how you came to this universe and inhabited my brain, but it doesn't prevent me from saying hello to me in the other world now! ”

In the sea of spiritual consciousness, Bruce gradually became crazy and obvious to the smile on his face, and gradually greeted the personality consciousness that had developed into laughter. (End of chapter)