[Western Crossover] Zu En'a

I'm digging a hole for a new story, trying to dig seven or eight holes so I can plant trees later.

"Hello? Say something?"

Batman parted his cracked lips. You could even see blood welling from them, like a dried-up spring exhaling its last trace of damp mud, using up its final spark of life.

Jason saw him open his mouth.

His voice was hoarser and rougher than ever, as if his strength had run out and his voice had gone raw. A weak voice, words broken by pauses, eyes that looked at nothing, a body moving like a machine: all these made up this bizarre Batman.

"Zun... A..."

He was murmuring.

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