The Abyss Knight of Marvel

Night Owl in the development of comics. It doesn't always have the most fixed image like Batman. Even in other comics and games, his image will be different. I found the following two versions. Picture 1 is from Justice League Crisis on Two Earths. This version of the movie is before Flashpoint. Picture 2 is the comic N52 version of Night Owl.

In fact, I really want to see Metal Events. Twisted Brother Thomas can see 8 Bruces with different personalities at one time. 8! 7 Brothers and one sister. Does the author write?

In Gotham at night, crime is still rampant. In this world, criminals emerge in endlessly. Even if one group can be killed, there will still be another group. The evil of the human heart corrupts everything in the world. Goodness will not always win but will be defeated by evil. The best embodiment is in this city called Gotham. The rain did not wash away the evil, but flowed into the sewers along with the mud and evil. As an industrialized city, Gotham is always clouded and never sees the sun. Thomas Elliot looked at the sky that never saw the sun. The sky was gray. Like the city, it existed as a symbol of Gotham. After so many days since he came back, Gotham seemed to have changed, but it seemed to have not changed. Only he himself was changed. It wasn't until the rain stopped that he picked up the car keys, put on his helmet, closed the front cover, covering his eyes that were already covered in darkness, started the motorcycle and left the door of the store. The knight rode his mount and inspected the city that he had not seen for many years. Gotham has always been very dirty and messy, even the metropolis was much better. The pedestrians on the street were all rushing to do their own things, and it felt cold to look at it. Exactly like this city. Bruce, I've never done anything for you. I have never really become the hero I longed for. He thought so, he really hoped that he could have some influence on the city, that he could make a difference, but crime still existed, and violence was deeply embedded in the blood of the people of Gotham. He drove across the bridge and left the busy street. Countless high-rise buildings were shining with their own lights. They seemed to be trying to shine the last light in this long darkness to guide people. On this road, he turned the front of the car and turned to another road. In the rearview mirror, the prosperity of the city seemed to be getting further and further away with the departing lights. What he was driving on was a silent road, and he was heading to a silent place. Maybe this city is indeed hopeless. But he must try. Elliot has limits, Batman has no limits. Driving deep into the forest, through the mountains, he finally drove into a dark cave, took out the key, got off the motorcycle, and opened the secret door. Countless bats flapped their wings and flew around in this large cave with a unique cave. This was what Elliot discovered. He called it the Bat Cave. This was also a tribute to the identity he inherited. He discovered this cave a long time ago and came from his childhood exploration. It was irrelevant. Elliot looked at the many photos posted on the wall. He had collected a lot of information before, focusing on the three specially marked photos on the wall. Bain. He appeared because of Night Owl. He seemed to have used some kind of strengthening potion to become very strong. The mask he wore was closely connected to the infusion tube that delivered the potion. Elliot had also contacted him as Batman before. He said he wanted to end Night Owl's rule and re-govern Gotham. Will Gotham become better in his hands? Elliot always had an ominous feeling that this person also needed to find ways to be vigilant. Poison Ivy. Has a certain relationship with Night Owl. It is not clear what happened after the two met, but what is certain is that after that encounter, Poison Ivy seemed to no longer take the initiative to commit crimes. It is necessary to pay attention. Night Owl. The huge shadow that shrouds the city, and other criminals are just pebbles in his eyes, he is carrying out his own reign of terror in this city, not to mention that many dark transactions seem to be inseparable from him, and he will encounter them sooner or later. Looking at these three photos, he looked at the supported bat suit. Its hands and legs were wrapped with white bandages, which seemed to be used as armor and lining, but the most obvious thing was the fists. The bat logo divided by the bandages reflected light on the chest. The red eyes of the bat suit were looking at Elliot, seeming to be echoing him. Elliot's face was deep, and he turned around and walked towards it slowly. It is looking at itself, its red pupils are flowing with the red color of revenge, and the light it flashes is the unyielding light in this darkness. Although the Elliott family is also one of the largest families in Gotham, as time goes by, his father's generation does not intend to inherit the family business. He does not know what business it is. In short, he left the city and was left alone with his surname Elliot. His parents died in a shipwreck to save others and themselves. There may be many people who survived, but not their own parents. They are good people, but the world does not always give good people good luck. Who would have thought that he had not found the bodies of his parents so far, and who would have thought of what he had experienced. Countless bats surrounded Thomas Elliot who accidentally entered a cave on a desert island. The bandaged man seemed to have forgotten the pain on his body at that moment. He watched them fly towards the light cast from the gap above his head. Cast a beautiful light on yourself in the darkness. It was exactly the same as what flashed through its pupils. Night, Gotham City, 21:48. Several people wearing black balaclavas held handbags, and one covered the mouth of a blonde woman. She was dressed gorgeously and had valuable jewelry on her body, including earrings, bracelets, badges... And a pearl necklace. These gangsters usually make money by robbing. Without the owl, their little troubles will not be taken seriously. The police can't do anything to them. They open the handbag, take a look at the contents and close it again. After completing this task, they will have money for them to spend their days and nights. What's more, there is a beauty for them to enjoy... Suddenly, a black figure flashed past, blending into the darkness that they could not see like a shadow. The wind blowing made them turn their heads suddenly. The expression of the gangster who was covering the woman's mouth changed even more. Inadvertently, his hand had already clasped the pearl necklace. "What is it?" One of the gangsters asked. "I don't know." Is it that owl? They speculated wildly that the owl seemed to be patrolling elsewhere today, so they dared to come out and do it again. How could it be him? Or is it really...? Without any thought, several people turned around and prepared to grab the things and run away. The moment they pulled off the pearl necklace, the pearls fell to the ground one by one along the rope. A spinning thing with silver light flew over. It shattered the light bulb, robbed the light from above the heads of several people, and stuck it upside down on the ground. The unidentified object that fell was caught by the light outside the alley, and the reflected light allowed them to see clearly that the dark object looked like a dart! The dart looks like a bat. "What..." Before the gangster had time to say the next sentence, a black shadow suddenly appeared from above his head and headed towards him. He only had time to let out a scream before he was knocked down hard to the ground. The pearls were still falling to the ground because the rope connecting them was torn, and then bounced up. At this moment, the knight named after the bat rushed forward. Dart finger. The dart hit him in the throat, making him unable to make a sound. He was then moved to the back and received a heavy punch. His head was hit directly on the floor and he fainted. The other person was hit by an elbow and an uppercut hit his chin, causing his nose to spurt blood. The sudden flying dart directly penetrated the hands of the gangster who was holding the woman hostage. He screamed and let go of the woman who was holding the woman hostage. The woman also hid aside. The gangster holding the handbag was beaten repeatedly with fists and was viciously smashed to the ground with one hand. After being knocked to the ground, he was pushed to the ground, and his fists were smashed down again and again. Then, the knight stopped. The ferocious and terrifying eyes with murderous intent were cast at the last gangster who had just covered the woman's mouth. He was already a long way away from the woman. He could not hold the hostage, and his hands were pierced. From under the blood-red pupils, he only felt one thing. Fear. Seeing the huge bat rushing towards him, the last gangster could only scream and wail as he watched it fly in front of him. The pearl finally stopped. It sat quietly on the ground and stopped bouncing. In the end, Batman won the final victory. With three strikes, five divided by two, the bat knocked all the gangsters to the ground. No one could get up, except for the woman. She looked at the bandaged bat with blood-red pupils, and could only half-cover her mouth, with panicked eyes. Did it contain gratitude or fear? He didn't want to know. He looked at everything in front of him with no change in his expression. Looking at the people lying on the ground and the pearls scattered on the ground, the memories coming from my mind surrounded me again. He didn't want to remember it anymore. Turn around, as if you don't want to face the scene in front of you anymore, with your back to the woman. So he picked up the grapple gun, and the grapple gun shot out after he pulled the trigger. After grabbing a high place, he flew into the sky and disappeared from the woman's eyes. The pearls that fell one by one, and the alley where he was, were just like those days, just like those days. Children Bruce and Elliot sneaked out. In Wayne Manor, they chatted happily about the stories they had been telling and the movie "The Mask of Zorro" they were going to watch tomorrow. ——Hey, Elliot! Imagine if Zorro came to Gotham and rode his horse through Gotham! --Honestly, Bruce, I'm not sure a masked vigilante would be welcome in Gotham, like Batman, they're pretty cool too, and sadly, they'd probably put someone like Zorro in Arkham. ① Ding! Bang! The bullet casing fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. Together with the piercing gunshot, he hid outside the alley and watched from a distance as the young figure slowly fell. The bullet shot through the young child and broke the rope of the pearl necklace. Pearls fell to the ground one by one, jumped up, fell, and then rolled to the ground casually. The child seemed to be saying something. Zorro in arkham... Zorro in arkham... Zor. En. Arr. Zor. En. Arr. Zor. En. Arr. The pupils lost their luster, and life stopped. His wide eyes stopped as well as the voice that Elliot could not make. Elliot stopped thinking about what to do. Choose to escape, turn around and run away. When he returned home, he couldn't say anything. He could only lie in the arms of his parents, seeking the last comfort. They all thought he had a nightmare, but it wasn't. The next day, in the eyes of young Thomas Elliot... That was his fault too. All he could see in his mind was that both Thomas Jr. And Thomas Sr. Were holding guns, and the bullets they shot penetrated Bruce at the same time. They were so kind, so Bruce died like this. This is how Bruce Wayne died. He could speak out, he could do something to attract their attention, or something else, to at least prevent Bruce's death. Bruce's parents, they really deserved to die, but Bruce, he was not worth paying the price with his life. Now he is on the Gothic bell tower, standing on the head of the sculpture above. The sculpture is carved like the god of death. The hooded skull man has his hands crossed in front of him. The dark knight is standing on his body, with the cape behind him fluttering in the wind. He is looking at his city, the city he should protect and save. He will try to be that hero. He will. The sky thundered and lightning flashed, and the Dark Knight rose in the darkness. "I am revenge, I am the night, I am Batman." A low and suppressed voice came from his throat, and he swore to the darkness that he would become the guardian of the shadow. A Dark Knight. Wearing a bat suit, Elliot looked into the distance, wondering whether he could look forward to the future in this darkness. He chose to jump down from the statue, spread his cloak and turned into wings, flying in the night sky like a bat. The bat floated over the searchlight, like a sign, a sign of a bat, acting as a silent guard in this dark night, warning the city of his return. It was only for a moment, but the owl was the overlord of the city, so how could he allow another bat to appear here? Sooner or later, the two representatives will face each other head-on. He may not be what this city needs. But he can be what Bruce needs to be. For Elliott, that's exactly what happened. The night is young. The knight is young. Mabey they will lock him in the Arkham. (This is just to dedicate this book to the Silent Bat, who is not described too much, whose origin is not told too much, and who may not appear that much. He is the only wrong lunatic in this dark world. After chasing the book, I still feel that I want to write a little bit about this Silent Batman, and some settings are just imagination and possibilities. Let's try to be as round as possible, although the more I write, the more it will look like Bruce's version of Batman, but I try my best to write it, and it may still fail) (①From the animated movie-"The Death of the Batman Family" and the comic "Batman R. I. P") (The last line appears in-"Batman Arkham Origins" CG trailer)

I have reintegrated some Gotham City maps on the Internet, and some of the locations in the article can also be found there. Some places may have certain differences due to different versions, but the general direction is correct.

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The writing is beautiful, but the update has a half-dead aesthetic.

Da Wei actually also wrote Gotham, come on, it's a pirated version😏

Have you just found it and already entered the palace?

Suddenly I feel that many DC fans are more rigorous than Marvel fans, respect the original design more, and involve more comics and animations.