Although he said he would rest, Bruce was merely lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Rest was something of a luxury for him.
However, at this moment, it was the only thing that could put Aunt May at ease.
But for Bruce, what was more important right now was to take a good look at the individuals imprisoned within his mental prison.
And more importantly, to figure out what these individuals could offer him.
Bruce once again focused his mind on his mental prison.
However, this time, his entry was different from the previous ones.
Because at this very moment, someone in there was holding a concert.
That's right—a concert of their own.
Heavy metal music blared from one of the cells.
Accompanying it was a rough, boisterous voice.
"Hey! I told you I'm the best heavy metal rapper!" The voice sounded quite pleased with itself.
Even though its current location was far from ideal, at least the people here seemed to be just like it.
Following the sound, Bruce arrived at the cell from which the music was blasting.
When he looked inside, he immediately noticed something different—unlike the other "bat cells," this one was noticeably brighter.
In fact, the brightness made it seem as though the inhabitant wasn't a bat at all.
Rather, it felt more like a place suited for one of those cheerful, sunny Spider-Men.
Not to mention, this cell was located right at the entrance of his mental prison.
However, despite the brightness, Bruce couldn't see any figure inside.
It was as if no one was imprisoned there at all.
"Wow, looks like I've caught everyone's attention."
A gruff voice suddenly spoke up beside Bruce.
This time, Bruce lowered his gaze and finally noticed the small figure at his feet.
"Seems like you've finally noticed me. I am Batman, as you should already know. After all, we're wearing the same outfit, and it's possible we were even trained by the same master."
The tiny bat patted Bruce's foot, clearly satisfied with his current situation.
"Though this place isn't as good as my manor, it's still not too bad."
The little Batman stood at his cell door, gazing inside.
Perhaps because of his small size, most of the furniture and structures inside had been adapted to fit him.
To Bruce, however, this cell didn't look like a prison at all.
It was more like a children's LEGO playset.
Bruce shifted his gaze to the cell door, curious as to how this little guy had managed to get out.
But after glancing at the figure's small stature and then at the cell door, he quickly understood.
To confine such a tiny creature, he might need something more like a mousetrap.
However, what Bruce needed right now was to figure out how to make use of the beings in this space.
And this little guy seemed like the perfect test subject.
"This place doesn't seem to have anything edible. Can you bring in some food?"
The LEGO Batman suddenly asked Bruce.
"Cheese-baked lobster would be ideal."
"Haven't you tried leaving?"
Bruce asked the LEGO Batman this question, unwilling to believe that the little figure had never attempted to escape this space completely.
"Funny you should ask. I have no idea what kind of trick you're using, but every time I get close to walking out of that hallway, I just get bounced right back."
The LEGO Batman pointed toward an empty space, his voice filled with frustration.
And that was exactly where Bruce stepped into the prison.
Bruce had a rough idea—perhaps for a unique existence like Lego Batman, a mere cage wasn't enough to restrain him. Instead, the entire space itself was the real means of control.
In the past, the main reason Bruce never dared to make a move was precisely because of the immense uncertainty that came with those bats.
And now, it was obvious that this Lego Batman's presence was the best way to minimize that uncertainty.
Bruce crouched down and reached his hand out toward Lego Batman.
"So, are we heading out?"
Lego Batman smiled the moment he saw Bruce reaching out.
"Clearly, you're planning to use me for some kind of experiment. But I don't think this experiment will do me any harm." As he spoke, Lego Batman had already jumped onto Bruce's hand.
"After all, I know the mind of a bat all too well—because I am one."
Lego Batman was visibly more cheerful than anyone else in this place.
So much so that Bruce found it somewhat unsettling.
It felt like he was looking at someone entirely different from himself.
Without another word, Bruce carried Lego Batman and walked toward the exit of the prison.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're probably about to slam me into an invisible air wall," Lego Batman said, glancing at the point where he expected to hit the barrier.
But the expected collision never happened. Instead, Lego Batman found himself truly being taken out of the prison by Bruce.
When he opened his eyes, everything before him was unlike anything he had ever seen before.
The surroundings were no longer ordinary bricks or buildings assembled from various Lego pieces.
Even he himself was no longer in the form of a Lego minifigure.
"Well, this is certainly surprising," Lego Batman muttered, raising his hand to examine it—no longer a simple clip-like Lego hand, but a real hand with five fingers.
He leapt out of bed, now eager to find something to eat.
Rushing out of the bedroom, he looked around, only to realize that this place was nothing like what he had imagined.
"Hey! Where's Gotham's most luxurious, most awesome mansion? Why am I living… in a bunker?" Lego Batman was utterly confused. The guy who had taken him out of there didn't seem like an ordinary person.
"Wait… you're not Bruce Wayne?"
"If you're not Bruce Wayne, then how could you possibly be Batman?"
It was clear that Lego Batman had a million questions to ask.
But he didn't notice that the Bruce who had brought him out was nowhere to be found.
Just as he was about to look for Bruce, the scenery around him suddenly shifted.
In an instant, he was pulled straight back into the prison.
At that moment, Bruce finally regained control over his own body.
(End of Chapter)
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