I train Batman in a horror world

"Bat Taoist Priest, open your eyes, I am your blessing..."

"The Bat Taoist Priest..."

"bat..."

Bruce, still half-asleep, heard Foll's funny voice and his consciousness gradually returned to normal.

He stared unfocusedly at the ceiling above, and after a moment, he concluded that he was in a room inside Uncle Jiu's mortuary.

"Baby bat, you're awake! The surgery was a success, and you're a lovely little girl now!"

"..."

A bat suddenly appeared in the field of vision, stealing a large portion of the light.

"Feed?"

Seeing that it didn't answer, the bat waved its claws again.

"Can anyone who's been struck by lightning explain why Bat Boy is acting this way?"

"..."

Foul was talking to someone, and Bruce wanted to push this annoying guy away, but he found himself weak and powerless.

"How long did I sleep? When did I get back to the mortuary?" Bruce's lips moved.

"You little brat..."

Fowler was speechless; he wasn't surprised at all by Bruce's first words after waking up.

"You slept for about a day. Not long after you were struck by lightning, Uncle Nine came to take you home," Foul said.

Upon hearing this, Bruce immediately recalled the lightning bolt that struck him from the sky before he lost consciousness.

It was the color of lightning that I had never seen before.

It's purple.

Bruce said in a frustrated tone, "Are you kidding me?! Why did you have to strike me with lightning?!"

He just didn't understand.

Shi Shaojian committed numerous evils and received his just deserts; he himself was too lazy to comment further.

As for Shi Jian, that guy "knowingly broke the law" and wasn't punished by lightning until the very end!

Getting struck by lightning is one thing.

What do you mean by getting struck by lightning yourself?!

From Holmes's perspective, Bruce's entire innocent little face looked incredibly stinky!

"Oh dear, people are different. Although you were struck by lightning, you didn't end up like Shi Jian!"

Fowle comforted him, "Besides, do you know how much energy a single lightning bolt stores? Enough to power a city for several years!"

Bruce looked at it with a puzzled expression.

"You're trying to talk to me about science in this fantastical world?!"

"You deserve to be struck by lightning! Even at a time like this, you still have the nerve to sabotage me!"

Then Bruce just watched as Fowler slapped himself twice across the face.

Bruce glared at the guy a few times, and at the same time realized a fact.

I am indeed temporarily unable to move, but I can still feel various parts of my body.

"Let me tell you, if we were on a different set, this would be a real ordeal for you, the kind of treatment reserved for the chosen ones!" Fu Er said.

"What if we don't change the filming location?" Bruce asked.

"That's called a complete transformation."

"What?"

For once, Fowler became serious: "A complete transformation in the literal sense."

Bruce was stunned.

This sounds like the purple lightning bolt completely transformed his body.

"So, in other words, I'm actually perfectly fine, and my body has even been...enhanced?" Bruce's tone was somewhat bewildered.

"Good, blind spot, you've spotted Watson."

Foul nodded with an air of aptitude, then stomped on his own face a few more times before preparing to fly out of the house.

"Consider this a reward you earned yourself during this experience. Get some rest, kid!"

"..."

They saw Ful flap its wings and fly outside.

Bruce immediately asked anxiously, "Where are you going again?!"

"Uncle Nine is frying sticky rice, it smells delicious!"

It would have been better if they hadn't listened.

Upon hearing this...

Bruce noticed his stomach rumbling.

"Bring me a bowl too!"

Fow did not respond.

"Foul!!!"

Still no response.

Seeing that he was not getting any response, Bruce angrily tried to get up, but he was too weak to turn over and could only lie on the bed like a mummy.

He's a total doormat!

He was so anxious!

However, being him, he quickly began to think after being annoyed for a while.

A complete transformation?

A reward earned through hard work?

Why can't I still stand up?!

Bruce thought to himself with a sigh, deciding that he would definitely get an X-ray when he returned to Gotham...

Not long after.

Uncle Nine then carried in a bowl of fragrant glutinous rice, topped with a lot of preserved meat, which looked very appetizing.

Bruce instinctively tried to get up, but was stopped by Uncle Nine.

Uncle Nine laughed and said, "Rest well, I'll feed you."

"oh."

Logically speaking, a patient like Bruce should be eating liquid food.

But he wasn't a real patient; he ate and drank as usual, and in Uncle Nine's eyes, there was no difference.

Uncle Nine helped Bruce up and, as he sat against the headboard, his first words were:

"How are you feeling?"

"How does it feel?"

Uncle Nine raised an eyebrow. "To uphold justice even at the cost of family ties."

"..."

Bruce tried to remain silent, but in the next second Uncle Nine pried his mouth open with a spoon full of sticky rice.

"I'm not close to them... but there's something indescribable about it, I don't know how to put it into words," Bruce replied, puffing out his cheeks.

He was telling the truth.

I did indeed bring Shi Jian and his son to their due punishment, but...

But there was an indescribable emotion lingering in my chest, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

He should be happy.

After all, there's still the reward of a lightning bolt.

But...

I can't explain it.

Bruce suddenly asked, "Uncle Nine, have you ever been struck by lightning like that? Don't you think that's really weird?!"

Uncle Nine said helplessly, "You have no idea how many people want to be struck by this lightning bolt, but they can't get it!"

"Yeah?"

"Once you regain your mobility, you'll find that your body is becoming stronger and stronger, which is a rare and wonderful thing for your age."

"oh."

"Stop saying 'oh,' open your mouth."

"..."

......

The facts are indeed as Uncle Nine said.

During the subsequent recuperation period.

Bruce gradually regained control of his body and also noticed the changes in his body.

During his time lying in bed, a layer of mud had appeared on his skin, making him smell terrible. Even Foul didn't want to get close to him.

However, after taking a shower, he smelled nice again, and then Foul continued to approach him.

In addition, his body became lighter and his senses became exceptionally sharp, as if he could perceive all the changes around him!

This can almost be described as miraculous!

A bolt of lightning struck, and this was the result?

What if you get hit by a few more bolts of lightning?

"You want to become Superman? Don't you dare betray the Bat Family!" Holmes slapped him on the back of the head.

"It hurts!" Bruce rubbed the back of his head in annoyance.

It’s weird.

With such keen senses, why couldn't he escape Folke's slap?

"But I still feel very strange," Bruce said.

"What's strange?" Foul asked, puzzled.

"I mean... I mean, the Shih family got the punishment they deserved, which is good, right?" Bruce said.

"Hmm?" Foul looked at him with his small eyes.

"And I should feel joy, right? But I don't. On the contrary, there's an indescribable feeling lingering in my heart right now!" Bruce added.

"Well, maybe it's just your cold-hearted nature."

"screw you!"

If he were cold-hearted by nature, he wouldn't have done such a thing!

Bruce was too lazy to explain his strange behavior to Fowler.

He decided to stop thinking about it if he couldn't figure it out, and maybe he would understand someday.

A few more days passed.

A strange guest arrived at the mortuary.

Bruce assumed the other person was looking for Uncle Nine.

But I never expected that they would come looking for me.