I train Batman in a horror world

If I had to say something...

Bruce was still somewhat bewildered.

Because at this moment, there are too many problems facing me.

Why wasn't Jack affected by the hotel?

On the contrary, Aunt Wendy had the deepest influence?

Secondly, where did their son Danny go?

Bruce has no idea to what extent the hotel has interfered.

However, the only thing that is certain is...

Jack is probably really an idiot.

......

"Step back, I'm about to reassert my authority as husband!"

Jack, seemingly oblivious to his wife Wendy's unusual behavior, shoved Bruce aside and went forward alone.

Bruce was shocked. What was this guy saying?!

Meanwhile, his little bat, Holmes, embarked on a new round of retreats.

"Honestly, I think novelists are all crazy. Let's head out of here, Bruce!"

"..."

Bruce wasn't in the mood to joke around with Fowler; he tried to stop Jack.

"Uncle Jack, Aunt Wendy has been affected by the hotel; she's no longer the wife you knew!"

Jack scoffed. "The hotel affected her? Let me tell you something, kid."

Bruce couldn't understand what this guy was thinking.

Is either of these people normal?

"A real man is enough to change any girl's mind!"

After saying that, Jack straightened his collar, showing Bruce his manly side.

"Listen, honey, put down the fire axe and go cook. After that, I can overlook the fact that you let this child disturb my creative process."

"..."

Bruce slapped him across the face.

Even at a time like this, you're still worried about being disturbed while creating!

Fowler is right.

Novelists are all mentally ill.

Jack's words did not stop Wendy; she continued to drag the fire axe and slowly approach them.

Jack frowned; his wife's silence made him lose face.

You should know that he is the head of the family.

This was true before arriving at the hotel, and it was even more so after arriving.

Jack was particularly annoyed by his wife's disobedient behavior.

Wendy.

Jack extended his index finger, pointing it at his wife.

"My light of life, I don't want to hurt you, so please don't embarrass me too much, okay?"

"..."

Wendy suddenly stopped moving.

Jack nodded, quite satisfied with his wife's response.

Just as he was about to speak again, he saw his wife change from holding the axe with one hand to holding it with both hands.

"..."

"Okay, Wendy, this isn't funny."

Jack instinctively stepped back. "Maybe you should go back to your room and rest. You can save today's hotel inspection and dinner for tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this, Wendy quickened her pace, a certain emotion flickering in her empty, lifeless eyes.

"Wendy! Wendy! Wendy!?"

Suddenly, Jack felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and he couldn't even take such a simple step!

He could only watch helplessly as the axe came crashing down on him!

"No!!!!!"

call out! ! !

Sudden.

A white baseball flew through the air in a beautiful arc and struck Wendy squarely on the forehead!

Wendy cried out in pain and leaned back. She lost her grip on the fire axe, which fell to the floor.

"Good shot, Bruce!"

Bruce ignored Fowler's praise, ran up to Jack, grabbed his sleeve, and tried to take him away with him.

Jack was very grateful for Bruce's actions: "You're a brave boy! I've decided not to tell your parents!"

Brexon, feeling exhausted, said, "Your most urgent task is to go to the hospital and get an X-ray!"

Seeing that he had regained his mobility, Jack turned and ran.

The result was in the next second.

He tripped over something again and fell to the ground.

Click.

"My legs!"

Jack clutched his ankle, watching the baseball thrown by Bruce, the one who started it all.

"How could I be so unlucky!?"

"..."

Bruce was somewhat stunned.

Because this isn't Jack's bad luck at all!

It's the hotel that's to blame!

Just then, Wendy recovered from her fall, stood up, and once again grasped the fire axe that seemed to hold the power of life and death.

"Mommy's angry, Bruce! Why did you make Mommy angry?!"

"Wendy, my beautiful wife, what are you talking about?!"

As Jack shifted his position, he quickly said, "Bruce? Honey, so you want a new baby? If you do, I can make one with you right now..."

"..."

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything.

As soon as she spoke, Wendy seemed to be provoked by something.

He immediately raised his axe and smashed it down heavily on Jack!

Bang!

The axe was firmly embedded in the floor.

On the floor, Jack's two legs were spread apart with difficulty.

"Okay, okay, honey, maybe we can adopt one here?"

Jack was sweating profusely with anxiety. He turned to Bruce and said, "Don't you need a mom and dad? If all else fails, you can have us as your new parents!"

"Please, just shut up!"

Bruce stared at the scene before him, unsure of what to do next.

The current situation can only be described as outrageous.

How could Jack, a grown man, be so intimidated by his wife Wendy in terms of strength and physique?

The baseball he threw to help Jack inexplicably became a stumbling block for Jack.

Everything seemed to have been meticulously planned.

"What do you mean, should we retreat first?" the cowardly bat asked, as always.

Why are you always thinking about running away?!

Bruce was slightly annoyed: "I was the one who received the training!"

Holmes's eyes darted around. "Alright then, Batman, what's our next move?"

Bruce rolled his eyes, speechless.

Meanwhile, Bruce noticed Jack and Wendy's conversation again.

Wendy was straining to pull the axe out of the floor because it was stuck.

Jack's strength seemed to be sealed by the axe, and he lay sprawled on the floor.

"Listen, darling, haven't you ever thought that after my novel is published, you'll become the wife of a great writer?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Wendy became even more enthusiastic in pulling out the axe.

"Hey, Wendy! Look on the bright side. I'm a great writer, you're my wife, we share property, which means you can be a great writer too!"

Foul remarked again, "Novelists really have crazy brains."

Bruce narrowed his eyes at that moment.

He suddenly realized a fact.

That is, the rules influence each other.

I disturbed Jack while he was writing, which made Aunt Wendy angry.

Does that mean I can correct this chaotic situation based on rules outside of the two existing rules?

Beat the rules with the rules.

It made a buzzing sound.

Bruce felt like there was a light bulb next to his head!

So he grabbed the glowing Holmes and said, "I understand!"

"What do you know?"

Bruce didn't answer Fowle, but instead looked intently at Wendy, who was about to pull out her axe.

"Aunt Wendy, I'm sorry to have disturbed Uncle Jack's writing."

"..." Wendy tilted her head.

"but."

Bruce paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the space back and forth, as if searching for something, or perhaps confirming something.

"Don't you want to know where Danny went?"