I train Batman in a horror world

Since it is your own wish to no longer feel afraid.

So at this moment, I have this wish to tell Foul to get lost.

Why am I not getting a response?

Bruce thought to himself, annoyed, and then looked up at the bat, Foll, flying around on the ceiling as if it were swimming.

Similarly, those dreamlike bubbles still float in the air.

The figures inside the bubbles can be seen looking up.

What initially startled him was a thin man wearing a fedora and a red sweater, with sharp claws on his five fingers.

Besides him, there was a tall, thin nun with a creepy smile on her lips.

And there were... stiff corpses dressed in uniforms from some dynasty?

as well as......

Why are there circus clowns in here?!

"So what's wrong? You don't want this or that, and your fearlessness is just as difficult to resolve as your refusal to grow up."

From above came the irritating voice of Fu Er.

Bruce clenched his fist but didn't respond. Instead, he began a new round of thinking.

Confronting different fears through travel is indeed a good method.

The only problem is that I'm only eight years old, still a child.

If you encounter these ferocious monsters.

It's hard for me to do anything.

Bruce looked up at Fowler again.

The latter sensed her gaze and returned a flirtatious wink.

"..."

Bruce rolled his eyes and decided to continue thinking about the existence of Holmes.

If what the other party said earlier is true, it is there specifically to fulfill its own wish—to no longer be afraid.

Does that mean the wish won't come true until it is fulfilled?

Has it always existed?

Bruce asked, "What if I manage to overcome my fear?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Er, like a silly bird, flapped his wings in mid-air.

"When you successfully overcome your fear, it means your wish has been fulfilled, and then everyone can go home from get off work!"

"What if I don't overcome it?" Bruce temporarily put aside his intention to ask the other person the second half of the question.

"Then I'll just have to stay by your side. Maybe I'll crack a few crazy jokes out of the blue to cheer myself up? Like bowling?"

"..."

Although Bruce couldn't understand it, he had a vague feeling that what this guy was saying was definitely not a nice thing!

Then he heard Fore continue:

"I know what you're thinking. If you're in mortal danger while experiencing fear, I'll take you away from that world on the spot until you're ready again."

"How about it? Is this training method good enough for you at only eight years old?"

"..."

Fowler's words were somewhat tempting.

That is, assuming that what this guy is saying is true.

This made Bruce's heart flutter.

His wish was to no longer be afraid.

It's not just about not being afraid anymore.

Because this is an unavoidable emotion.

What he wanted to stop being afraid was to stop being someone who was helpless when faced with fear.

Suddenly, Fore spoke again.

Similarly, traveling through these worlds not only allows you to confront your fears, but also lets you see how fear works.

"I think becoming fear is more suitable for you than overcoming it."

"What do you think, Bruce?"

Bruce scoffed, "Don't try to get close to me!"

Foul was a little annoyed: "Brother, do you think I only contacted you because I was bored? Do you think I wanted to run into you? If it weren't for my mission, do you think I'd even bother with you!"

"Everyone else's wish is to have a mature woman with long, straight black hair, or a cute girl with twin ponytails, or at the very least, they want money."

"Yours is the most troublesome!"

"And I'll only take care of your training facilities; I won't interfere in your life."

"So let's put this aside for now regarding trust!"

"..."

Bruce sighed.

He was out of ideas.

I have no other way to make the other person leave.

Besides, what Fowler said... really struck a chord with him.

Overcome fear, or become fear.

As for Fore's previous excessive remarks.

To be honest.

He was constantly looking back.

"Okay, I agree with you," Bruce said.

"Very well, then from this day forward, the contract is complete. I will help you overcome your fear... or should I say become fear?" Foul said quietly.

After listening to what the other person had to say.

Bruce inexplicably felt that he had formed an inexplicable bond with Fowler.

Then what the other person said next made Bruce feel like he had boarded a pirate ship!

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get started!" Foul exclaimed excitedly.

"What? Now?!" Bruce exclaimed in surprise.

"What else?" Foul approached Bruce, carrying a bubble.

"This is a training ground I carefully selected for you, come and give it a try!"

Bruce took several steps back before stopping. "No, Alfred will worry if I suddenly disappear!"

He had actually planned to sneak away.

But finding themselves surrounded by a fantastical and colorful environment, they were forced to accept the reality.

Foul was speechless: "I'll write him a letter and tell him, 'Your good fortune has arrived!'"

Bruce yelled, "I'd have to write it myself!"

"Kids are such a hassle, you write it yourself then!"

After saying that, Fu Er pulled out paper and pen from somewhere, with an attitude that said, "You write it yourself, I can't be bothered with you."

Bruce was very upset by the bat's sudden change in attitude towards him.

The little pearl almost fell off.

He's so stupid, really.

How could you trust the other person so easily?

I will never trust anyone so easily again!

So in the time that followed...

Bruce held the small pearl that had almost fallen into his eye and then told his butler, Alfred, about his experience.

He told the housekeeper when he had encountered a magical bat.

Similarly, he told the housekeeper about his determination.

He no longer needs to be afraid.

He must overcome his fear!

After everything was written, Foul rested on Bruce's shoulder and carefully examined the contents of the letter.

"Tsk, why not write about your good fortune arriving?"

"They are not the same character!"

Bruce, holding the letter, looked up and asked, "How am I supposed to give this to Alfred?"

Inside the room, the strange scenes conjured up by Holmes still lingered.

Bruce didn't even know how to send the letter.

"It was already sent to him the moment you wrote the first word," Foul said, tapping the letter.

Bruce then realized that the letter in his hand was gradually becoming transparent and eventually disappeared completely.

Seeing this, Bruce had no choice but to accept his fate.

He stared at the bubble that Fore had brought over, his fingers twitching slightly.

"Touch this bubble with your hand, and then we will enter this world."

"..."

Bruce raised his hand as Fowler had instructed.

The moment his fingers touched the bubbles, he felt as if he were caught in a whirlpool.

Everything in my field of vision became blurred and indistinct in an instant, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

A bat named Foul stood on his shoulder.

"Welcome aboard the Horror Bus! Our first stop—The Shining!"

"..."

Effective immediately.

Batman's Fear Training.

Officially begin!