I train Batman in a horror world

It would be an extremely absurd thing to see your parents die right in front of you while walking down a narrow alley.

Then a talking bat stands in front of you.

The art style changed from absurd to bizarre.

Of course.

Bruce still finds the loss of both parents even more difficult to accept.

"What are you?!"

Bruce instinctively pressed himself against the wall behind him, his eyes a mixture of fear and wariness.

"Hmm~ There's a urine smell! Can you smell it?" The bat didn't answer the question, but instead sniffed.

"I didn't wet my pants!" Bruce replied, somewhat annoyed.

"Really? Let me see it."

Having said that, the bat flapped its wings, seemingly intending to come and see for itself!

Upon seeing this, Bruce immediately kicked out!

Who cares if it's a talking bat or not!

Let's kick it first!

However, Bruce's attack was easily dodged by the bat.

Even as he was dodging, Bruce saw the bat stroke its fluffy head with its tiny paws!

Regardless of whether the posture is elegant or not.

But he really deserves a beating!

"Perfect dodge, did you feel it?" the bat said.

Bruce twitched his lips, didn't respond, but suddenly looked up and shouted:

"Alfred!!!"

"......"

After teasing the little boy for a while, Foul felt helpless about the boy's overreaction.

Why is this the object being bound to?

If I had known it was him, I would have made a few hellish jokes first—bullshit!

Have you no shame at all?!

but...

What entered the alley with six legs...?

Nonsence!

Fowle flapped his wings and flew in front of Bruce.

The latter instinctively wanted to back away, but found that there was nowhere to retreat to except the wall behind him.

"Who are you!?" Bruce said through gritted teeth.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Holmes, and from now on... oops!"

Halfway through his sentence, the bat named Fuer suddenly started swearing.

Bruce listened to what he was saying, and it sounded like he was complaining to something.

"Alright, to make a long story short, I've heard your request, so I will grant your wish," said Foul.

"My wish?" Bruce frowned.

"yes."

Foul said, "You made a wish to never be afraid again, and I heard it. So I came to help you overcome your fear and stop being afraid. To make you the most powerful master of fear in history, am I clear?"

Bruce looked at the bat with suspicion: "What you're saying makes it sound like it explains why you suddenly appeared here and can speak human language!"

The bat retorted angrily, "So what if you speak human language?! God is not only Black but also a Fury fanatic, don't you know that?"

Bruce felt there was something wrong with this bat.

Just as he was about to say something more, he noticed that Fowle was looking up at the well.

"Oh, your butler has arrived."

As soon as Fowle finished speaking, Bruce immediately saw the butler, Alfred, poking his head out.

Accompanying this were the housekeeper's words of concern.

"Young Master Bruce! Thank God, are you alright? Don't be afraid, I'm coming to get you!"

"Alfred!"

Seeing the anxious look on Alfred's face, Bruce felt a little guilty.

He's gotten into trouble again.

He ran away from the group simply because he was afraid to face the fact that his parents had left, and ended up falling into this well.

All I know is causing trouble for others.

"Don't talk nonsense, you're actually the biggest trouble!"

"?!"

Bruce was shocked to discover that the bat named Fowle could hear his thoughts!

And the scariest thing is!

It didn't even utter a sound!

The voice rang in my mind!

"Never mind all this nonsense for now. If I want to, your butler won't find me. Besides, there are more important things waiting for you now!" Foul said.

"How did this become such a mess!?"

Bruce was slightly annoyed, but still asked, "What's more important?"

He discovered that his communication with Fowler was entirely through consciousness, without needing to speak at all.

"Sending your parents off on their final journey, what? Isn't that the most important thing for you right now?"

"..."

Bruce fell silent immediately.

Meanwhile, Alfred, who was above the well opening, also used a rope to reach the bottom of the well.

Seeing this, Fol didn't waste any words and flapped his wings to fly upwards.

Bruce didn't ask him where he was going, and besides, he couldn't be bothered to ask.

And Fowler's earlier words were true; the butler, who had been lowered down by rope, really didn't see the bat at all, his eyes were only on himself.

"Young Master Bruce! Are you alright?!"

"I'm fine..."

After responding, Bruce was greeted with a warm hug from the butler, who held him tightly as if he would never let go.

Bruce casually rested his chin on the butler's shoulder, gazing up at the hazy sky above.

The bats that were originally there have long since disappeared.

.......

He left the well that had almost trapped Batman for his entire life.

Fol came out into the sky.

After seeing the long, unmoving queue, Fore hesitated for a moment before flying toward the cemetery.

Since we're already here, it would be rather unethical not to pay our respects to the Wayne couple...

Fol knows.

At this time, Bruce had not yet donned the cape that symbolized legend, and was far from the "omnipotent" Batman of later generations.

Now he's just a pitiful child who lost both his parents.

And it was precisely because he heard the child's strong desire that he came to this manor.

After being chased and hit by bad luck in his previous life, Fu Er was reborn as a bat by a twist of fate.

Reborn as a bat, unlike her colleagues, she specializes in finding unfortunate people and changing their fate.

Fore himself was much simpler.

All he needs to do is prick up his cat ears, listen carefully to other people's inner desires, and then decide whether to respond.

Commonly known as – Your good fortune has arrived!

So after hearing someone's wish, Forlé rushed here without stopping.

But seeing that the person in question was Bruce Wayne was somewhat unexpected.

It's fair to say that when Foll saw this guy being the object of his prayers, his feelings were as complicated as if someone's parents had died.

Come on, this guy is Batman!

Batman is someone who can explain everything that seems illogical into his life with the simple phrase, "Because I am Batman!"

Perhaps it's because I arrived early?

Or perhaps Bruce is still young.

Fore, who has extensive experience in finding the perfect spot for wood, believes that...

Bruce probably wasn't that difficult to deal with when he was a kid.

So from the perspective of the Gotham celebrities who came to mourn.

A small bat with jet-black fur tinged with brownish-yellow landed above the two coffins.

"Don't worry, Bruce's luck has arrived, even though he's a bat!"

"..."

After saying that, Fall shook his head and, without waiting for the Wayne couple to respond, left the solemn cemetery.

He was speaking from the heart.

After all, what bad intentions could a flying squirrel possibly have?