Miss Serena's daily rent collection in American comics

The blood that was stuck when the fist separated from the cheek added a subtle iron smell to the air.

"Fear me, beg me, pray to me! Ask me to forgive you!"

He smashed the nose of the man in clown makeup, but that still couldn't quell the fire rising from the bottom of his heart.

"One more thing...call me a clown, big man."

But the man didn't care at all and still kept a playful smile on his face.

"Yeah, I have a thing too. You shouldn't call me big guy, you should call me..."

As he spoke, the man in the bat costume pulled out his gun.

"Batman."

(PS: You ask where this is? Of course it is Earth 55 after being reset by the super time stream!)

(PS2: Then he stretched out a hand, put it in the bowl and started waiting for the tickets...)

Chapter 102: Dark Night: Metal (The Thief's Heart)

Good and evil, red and black, life and death.

Some say it is Gotham’s lingering logical vicious circle, but who has ever thought about why all this happened?

"The weirdo who called himself Batman killed another Gotham citizen in East City just because he didn't like his clown makeup. Oh my God! Why did a clown who brought joy to everyone fall into such a tragic hand? Are our police and government just there to eat dry rice? Let's..."

Barbara turned off the TV in front of her and left the clinic. She was sent home to continue recuperation. She rubbed her forehead with a headache. She knew that she seemed to have encountered the time travel routine that many online novels like to play, but the problems of this world were so serious that she, a time traveler, had to panic. She even had some doubts that the changes in this world were not caused by her time travel and the butterfly effect...

As a newcomer to the world, she had no special abilities, no extraordinary talents, and was not a wealthy person. She just closed her eyes and opened them again, and found herself in this strange world where Thomas Wayne became Batman.

What's even more outrageous is that she is actually Bruce Wayne's elementary school classmate, named Barbara Gordon...

She had read a lot of DC comics and even worked at Warner for a time. It can be said that she had read almost all of N52. Not only had she participated in the Grand Ensemble, she had also been to Grant Morrison's autograph session. At least before she came to this world, she could proudly say that no one knew DC comics better than she did. But when she actually traveled through time and received the memories of the original owner of her body, she was completely dumbfounded.

There is no Superman in Metropolis? The Kents have never adopted any children? The Quinn Company went bankrupt the moment they bet all their money on stocks? Paradise Island is a tourist attraction that sells women's bikinis? The alien mother boxes in the North Pacific are new media hype? Action Comics launched a special hero team, Watchmen, to commemorate the victory of World War II?

When she learned these things from her previous life's memories, the only thing left in her mind was: What the hell kind of world did I get into...

Almost none of the stories and characters she knew before she traveled through time appeared normally. Moreover, the current developments in the world made her unable to determine which universe she was in, and none of the time nodes matched. She had no idea whether she was in the world before the Infinite Earth Crisis, the world after the Flashpoint, or fell into the dark multiverse, or even the future state of the new concept defense.

In order to quickly determine the true situation in this world, Barbara even dragged her seriously injured body and found Watchmen from the bookshelf in her room. Fortunately, Barbara in this world had bought this comic, otherwise, she would have to ask Gordon, whose bank account had been emptied, to go to the bookstore.

But it would be better if I didn't see it, but now that I see it...

The content of the comic almost made her depressed!

Because she found out that the essence of this thing is a DC version of Captain America. The Watchers founded by this Captain America are also the DC version of the Avengers, and have nothing to do with the Watchers she imagined...

Later, she was about to go to the bathroom to take care of some personal problems, but she found a yellow smiley face badge on the table in the living room.

This made her so happy. Just when she thought she could finally figure out where in the world she was, she was surprised to find that the souvenirs given by the Gotham Police Department on Patriots' Day were all these things. What she saw on the table was just one of them, and Gordon had five boxes in his bedroom...

If there wasn't a progress bar as slow as a snail blocking her way for 24 hours, she would probably be driven completely crazy by the countless questions before the next day.

Because she felt that her entire mental state after traveling through time was confused. After all, her life before traveling through time was carefree, and she was just an ordinary person among the countless people. But because she was too ordinary, after encountering this situation, the confusion brought to her by traveling through time was greater than the event itself.

She had also imagined that she could be like the protagonists in those online novels, shouting "deep blue plus points" to solve all problems. Her confusion, her fear, her unwillingness, her powerlessness...

But the reality is that there is currently no system for her to use.

There is only one person who is so ordinary that he cannot be more ordinary, facing a whole strange world, with endless suspicion and fear.

At least in the original world, Barbara is a hacker genius in computer technology.

But she is not...

Which Batman has not mastered extraordinary skills and human fitness to the limit of physiological limits?

But she didn't...

I am just a mediocre person who cannot be more mediocre. I can't find any shining points among the crowd.

The only unusual thing...

Instead, her name was Barbara Gordon.

"Barbara! I'm back."

The sudden sound from downstairs interrupted Barbara's thoughts as she continued to run wild.

"I'm sorry, I was delayed today by a case. You must be hungry, right? I bought you your favorite pineapple pizza. You don't know that when the Italian shop owner heard me ask for pineapple, he wanted to stab me to death with a pizza cutter on the spot."

Listening to the unfunny jokes from her current stepfather, Barbara curled her lips but said nothing.

She actually doesn't like pizza because she was allergic to cheese before she traveled through time.

The casual mention of putting pineapple on pizza was just to dissuade James from bringing her snacks. After all, no real Italian could stand putting pineapple on pizza...

If they really did this in a store, they would definitely bring out the largest cross and nail the rude provocateur to it.

Don't think they can't do it, this is Gotham...

"I saw the City Journal's news today."

Putting the pizza aside, Barbara looked at Gordon in the living room, whose smile suddenly became stiff.

"The Joker...was killed by Batman?"

Gordon's originally straight back also bent down...

(PS: The thief who lost the system was really anxious, but this time, at least it found the right place.)

(PS: Although it is still a long way off...)

(PS3: Then he stretched out a hand, put it in the bowl and started waiting for the ticket.)

Chapter 103 Dark Nights: Metal (Earth-55)

Although Gordon didn't say anything, Barbara could guess the whole process of the murder through his body movements.

She was sure that James Gordon in this world knew the Dark Knight of Gotham, just as she knew in the comics. And through various news reports and targeted investigations in her father's bedroom during this period, she also successfully confirmed that the real identity of Batman was Thomas Wayne, not Bruce Wayne. Because Bruce in this world had died of hypoxia and shock caused by muscle atrophy several years ago.

After being shot, his life was basically maintained by machines in Arkham General Sanatorium.

But one day, workers who were owed wages rioted and destroyed many public facilities in Gotham City, including the private power plant that supplied electricity to Arkham.

Thomas, who lost his beloved son, rushed into the parade in a state of grief and anger, killing many people. More than 200 protesters died on the spot, and more than 70 had their spines broken. Until now, there are still more than a dozen vegetative patients lying in Gotham Hospital, relying on loans provided by the Owl Love Foundation to survive.

Their "family" would tell this story over and over again on Metropolitan Voice radio every year. Then, they would use all the charitable donations they had defrauded to bet in Thomas's underground bank...

So Barbara knew very well that the Batman in this universe was not a good guy. His behavior was much worse than that of Thomas Wayne in the Flashpoint comics.

If Thomas in the Flashpoint universe can still be considered an anti-hero with a strong DC style, then Thomas in this world is simply an unforgivable scum. Even if his moral level is placed in the dark multiverse, he can be regarded as the bottom of the villains.

When I realized that James Gordon actually went to such a villain to make a deal just to get revenge.

Barbara was...actually, she was scared.

Even when she was living abroad, she didn't think that there was anything particularly dangerous in the free country where gunfights happened every day. After all, she lived in a rich area at that time. Although she was only separated from the place where drug addicts and gangsters were rampant by a wall, there were no stupid blacks and Mexicans who dared to come and cause trouble for her.

Because even she knew that where there were many Jews, there was safety. The ignorant fellow could try this place. If he succeeded, maybe the constitution would be modified specifically for this warrior...

Unfortunately, reality mercilessly mocked her naive ideas.

Although Barbara did not suffer any threats around her home, she was shot downstairs of her company!

The black people who were starving due to the successive epidemics wanted to try their luck here, and she was very lucky to become the empty blind box.

I wonder how the bastard who stole her wallet felt when he found out there was less than $20 in change...

Presumably, it wouldn't be much better than her current mood.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Earth-0...

“Could this feeling be that…something has come in?”

Still following Diana in the main world, Cerberus, like some kind of jester, suddenly frowned. As the nominal creator of the multiverse, no matter what power Perpetua possessed, she would only have more and stronger power. So when the traverser who climbed over the Wall of Origin and sneaked into the Wan Tian Yi arrived, she felt that the entire super-time stream was making a harsh roar because of the existence that seemed to be stuck between the gears and affected the entire transmission structure.

"No, I have to go and see... The Master's plan cannot be disrupted."

Cerberus narrowed his eyes slightly, then activated his power of creation and projected his spirit to the timeline where the outsider appeared.

"this......"

Seeing that the 52 familiar Earths had suddenly become more than 100, Cerberus instantly realized the problems she had discovered on this trip, which might be more serious than she had previously thought.

"No, I have to go to a later time point to have a look."

Having said this, Cerberus's projection disappeared again.

When she appeared next time, a man and a woman appeared in front of her, and the two were facing each other...

"You are not Thomas Wayne at all..."

That was Barbara Gordon, and a white-haired old man who seemed to be Batman. But at this time, Barbara's voice was even trembling, as if she had discovered some kind of deadly joke.

"You're Alfred!"

Let's tell a story about something that goes in with six legs and comes out with two legs...

"I hate this city and I want to destroy it with my own hands."

Alfred took off his bat mask, revealing his weather-beaten face.

"When Bruce was still alive, I still had a glimmer of hope. Then, the guy who called himself Albert Swan appeared. He said that he accidentally messed up in order to stop a man named Barry Allen from changing the past. The universe was split into two different parts, and he had to use the unique power of the speedster to glue the broken world into black and white back together..."

Having said this, Alfred paused, and the expression on his face gradually became ferocious.

"I believed his lies and helped him complete this great journey of saving the world. But the changed world did not appear. Instead, my Bruce...was killed by a bunch of stupid mobs during the time I left Gotham! He was my last concern! He was my kindness! He was also the final weight that prevented me from destroying the world! But now, the scale has collapsed."

His voice was low and hoarse like a broken bellows, as if he had to use all his strength to squeeze every word out of his throat.

"I don't understand why Thomas and Martha have to endure all this, and I don't understand why such a cruel thing has to happen to Bruce! But I do know one thing, that is, this world is wrong. It... shouldn't exist!"

The resentment that seemed to be tangible, and the anger that was overwhelming, directly made Barbara's prepared words completely choke in her throat.

"This world has tortured me for twenty years. Now it's time to collect what it owes me!"

(PS: Do you think this is Earth 55? Actually, this is Flashpoint Earth 55!)

(PS2: Then he stretched out a hand, put it in the bowl and started waiting for the tickets...)