"The Darkest Batman" - Dark Crisis World Without The Justice League Batman - Complete Story

The Justice League was apparently killed, but what we discover is that instead of being killed, they were transported to a

world

of their own design. A

world

destined to turn his power and consciousness into a weapon to be used within the Dark Crisis. And today we are going to enter a world created for Batman, where he is not Batman, he is the Night. This is the Comicstorian channel. I take comics and break them down into audio dramas with the purpose of showing you what's going on in the world of comics. That's why you know what to add to your collection or what you might be enjoying.

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There is a world that turns into chaos. It spins in time as everything goes to ruin. However, in the midst of the destruction, there is a sanctuary. By day, the big machine is a marvel. It spins order out of chaos. The vessels and spikes of a sacred system, a metronomic megalopolis. This city is Gotham. The one who built this

dark

feed is the man known as Mr. Wax, the Architect. During the day everything works on time. In Gotham people live with love, with peace, with pleasure and, above all, with precision. At night, when the great gears stop, there is movement, movement that not even Mr.

Wax can control. The men and women of Gotham sleep soundly, though there are predators that lurk in the

dark

ness because they know there is something far more terrifying that preys on them. And that thing is Night. Armed with his cogwheels, the Night destroys those who sneak up from the Madlands to get a piece of paradise. But tonight, tonight is different. Although it was routine to take down thieves, one of them tonight fought back, unsuccessfully, but he fought back anyway. The Night removes the man's mask to reveal Oswald Cobblepot and, as expected, begged for his life, saying that he doesn't remember him, but that he was hired to move this technology, which has nothing to do with him. .

The Night tightens its grip around the big man's neck and tells him, "I've been chasing you for years. Martha and Thomas Wayne shot to death, boy crying. Decades of research, red herrings, connections. Finally got a DNA match. Proof . You "You're the one who killed my parents." Oswald starts laughing and asks, "Your parents?" Oh, that's delicious. What the old man said makes sense. Change tests, hack the machine. Well, I have news for you. "I don't even know who you are." Better yet, the predator doesn't even know himself." Oswald begins to laugh uncontrollably and Night tells him to stop, to fight it. "Don't let the Sneertouched." But Oswald begins banging his head against Night's helmet over and over again, until he is left lifeless and dead.

However, in his office, Wax watches the video of Night's encounter and states that he really wished he could get audio so he could hear what these monsters were saying to each other. "Can't he at least capture one alive?" Wax's assistant, Jay, says, "Well, people don't seem to care. The Night has very high approval ratings." Wax yells, "It's not about popularity. Remember the deniers at the beginning? Did we care about their approval? There was a plague of madness, for God's sake. A psychotic virus so destructive that the weight of literally shattered minds broke". reality. How do we fight against that?

There isn't one of those memories that hasn't been scrambled. Hell, I can't even remember how this works, but we did it, right? sanity, we designed and built it before anyone could stop us and-" Jay stops him. "With all due respect, there's no us about it. I saved us." Wax sighs and sits back. "I'm just the builder. I never understood this need to break things, to punish. It's a shame they owe their safety to someone as destructive as..." But at that moment, within seconds, Night jumps out the window, grabbing Wax and jumping out. Later, when Wax begins to open eyes, shakes his head and tells Night, "You've gone too far. "What are you doing?" Night looks back over his machine and tells him that he's been running tests. "Etheric engines, scanners, psychic detectors.

I took them from a villain. The villain said disturbing things. I thought about solving an old crime. Now, unsure. These machines, I used them on myself. I found anomalies, I scanned the city, Looking for patterns, the matches found a match. "Wax starts asking, "It matches what?" And Night removes his and Wax's mask. Thought patterns, neural frequency, psychic profile, everything." The two men stare at each other as if looking in a mirror and Wax asks how that's possible. And Night tells him, "One of us is fake." The night continues. "Common ground, pain that unites, trauma like a treasure." And Wax tells him that he doesn't know what comes next. "The plague, the collapse, they stirred everything up.

But then, a gentleman picks him up. The divergence. You are a colorless soul to generate wealth and intelligence, yes. But even more so, charm and hope are enough to engineer a miracle." Wax tells him, "I've always hated the name Wayne. It's like "decaying", you know, fading away. Then, there was another soul, one condemned to darkness, a soul whose gravity was its pain, whose horny brilliance of identity collapsed in the foam and force of its own hatred, who chose to become a myth." And then a voice shouts tonight as a group of men with their faces covered come in and whisper something.

Wax looks at the scars on each of the men's heads and asks, "What?" And Night says it's the three Red Beasts." Informants, listeners, observers, my family." "Who are they?" Wax says. "I know who they are, but they are..." And Night takes off his mask. "Despised. Yes, a minor operation. It cures madness, leaving them flexible, empty and useful." Night walks over to the computer. "The computer you confiscated gave off a signal, I sent it to my children to track." The two head to the Madlands as Night says which is intriguing. "Did you ever wonder who killed your parents?" Wax tells him, "Of course you do.

But what difference is there? Better to make the world better for everyone than to fixate on a sick guy with a gun. Someone had to do something, try to fix this madness." Night tells him, "That's inaccurate. Chaos cannot be resolved, only destroyed. Only a boy thinks he could turn the world into clockwork. The city is a lie. Out there is what is real: chaos and horror. Only a moron would think it's curable. That's why I know that you are the copy. Soon, the two stop at an old, dilapidated building, and as they exit, they are suddenly attacked by a chained Sneertouched.

Night throws his gears to stop one of them and Wax asks, "Who would do such a thing?" And Night tells him that he is the only person he can be. The brain behind all this, the author of Chaos. Just then, the doors open and an older man in a gas mask steps out. "Hi guys." When Wax and Night enter, Wax asks, "Alfred? But isn't he...?" And Alfred asks, "Did you go back to dear old Bluddy after your parents died? Hmm. I'm afraid it's a convenient fiction. But please, go ahead." The two enter the house and lab and Night asks, "What's all this?" Alfred says that the equipment originally belonged to a professor, Jonathan Crane.

He was experimenting on his own patients, exploiting their aberrations. Imagine that he thought everything was going pretty well until inmate 3141 was brought in. This inmate was an anonymous homeless man, a murderer, but his unique physique overloaded Crane's machines even though they atomized his body. What emerged, what escaped defies meaning. A distillation of madness, a psychic virus strong enough to overthrow an entire world, but not Gotham, not him. This year, Young Master Bruce studied the consequences of the Crane catastrophe, the electrical miracles of Maxie Zeus, the nervous deceptions of Jervis Tetch, the cryogenics of Victor Fries. He could go on, but Crane had reduced them all to data.

As the Sneertouched wreaked havoc outside the city, Master Bruce saw an opportunity, a way to harness the horror, to build paradise out of black science and purge any madness that had crept in. He realized that he would never make it without changes. There was too much conflict in it. His impulses, his genius, the savior and the destroyer. In a different world, his polarity might have given rise to a stronger compound obsession tempered by consciousness. But here he stopped it, so we separated them." Wax asks, "Which one of us is the fake?" Alfred tells him, "Both, neither.

The first body was copied so perfectly that there is no difference. Only the psyches are different." Alfred flips a switch, turns on the machines and tells them: "Unfortunately, it's just not effective for both of you to know that. We've tried it once or twice. I'm so sorry, teachers. Deleting memories, uploading new criminal evidence. This will be the 53rd time you have restarted it. Sooner or later, one or both of you will always find your way back here. When Wax and Night collapse, Red Beasts enter and collect the bodies, and Alfred tells them to take the children home. "They should probably unfreeze another nemesis." Later, Wax wakes up in his office, forgetting about everything that just happened, and Night finds the villain he's been chasing for years.

He finally has the DNA evidence. Victor Zsasz is the one who killed his parents. So this

story

is really cool. I really enjoyed it. It's a concept of, in an alternate universe, what if Batman and Bruce Wayne were really separated and Alfred was the mastermind, trying to guide them to the goal? And what if they could never get there because Batman simply wouldn't agree to something that was false? I loved it. I thought it was really fun, but what do you guys think next? But before we can conclude today, there is one more

story

to tell.

There's Worlds Without the Justice League: Zatanna's Universe. There is magic in the world, but most people make mistakes. They define magic as extraordinary. But power can be obtained, created, destroyed, and the only true magic, unbreakable magic, magic impossible to recreate, is time. There is never enough time and time is running out. They come. First you have to find someone. If only I could slow down time. You can feel it as you travel from Earth to Earth. She could feel someone trying to stop her. Not yet, he can't go back yet. This is your only chance. Here.

Not here. Maybe. When Zatanna appears, John Constantine stumbles out of a restaurant, takes a deep breath, and finally claims that he made it. "She makes it very difficult to get it. She can't go on like this. She's not infinite. She's going to run out." Zatanna asks, "This is my world, right? I'm in control. Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?" John tells her that she knows exactly who he is and then transforms into herself, stating that She took the form. of John because, as much as she hates to admit it, he is usually the voice of reason in their lives.

She is not God. She wanted control, but she knows more than anyone that they have no control over time, but the clock is ticking. At that moment, there is a voice and Zatanna knows it was the one she had been looking for. It was her father's voice, Zatara. She feels like that young woman who just wants to spend time with her father, who looks at him as if he were hanging on the moon. , the stars and the entire world. Zatara says it's about time and Zatanna smiles, stating that she wanted to do it.I'm sure everything was fine.

She couldn't bring him back even though she missed him so much. Zatara hugs her and tells her that they have all the time in the world now, and Zatanna says that's not true. Just then, there is a flash of light as the freed members of the Justice League arrive, telling her that it is time to leave. Zatanna says that she knew they would find her and that there wouldn't be enough time. Batman tells him, "Believe me. No matter how you've shaped this world, there will never be enough time." Zatanna tells her that she is right. "But that's what happens over time.

It's the most powerful magic they never stop fighting with." Zatanna takes out the magic sword from her. "Okay, let's kick some universe-warping butt." Now, Zatanna's story is a little shorter as you can see, but she basically found a way to manipulate her universe and just bring her father back. The point is that she couldn't do it until the end because there was never time to talk to her father. I hope you enjoy today's World Cup without the Justice League. Don't forget to check out our sponsor and visit us on Patreon and YouTube memberships. If you sign up there you'll get early access to many of our videos and we'd love for you to be part of the family.

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