Hollywood Black-and-White Film (Part 2)

A gunshot rang out, followed by the sound of shattering glass and screams from the shop assistant. Peter hurriedly shielded Gwen and hid around the corner of an alley. The two saw several masked gunmen entering a jewelry store at the other end of the street. Gwen covered her mouth and whispered, "Oh my god, call the police!"

"Wait..." Gwen tugged at Peter, pointing over there, "That clerk is injured; he had an artery cut by a shard of glass..."

With Peter's eyesight, he had obviously seen that the explosion had affected two employees, one of whom was clutching his neck with a lot of blood gushing out from it.

"He might not make it to the ambulance, he'll die!" Gwen patted the wall anxiously. Peter put down his bag and said, "Wait for me, Gwen."

"Wait! What are you going to do?" Gwen grabbed Peter and said, "They have guns and bombs, are you crazy?"

Peter glanced back at the scene. Inside the jewelry store, the robbers were using a detonator to blow up the jewelry counters, and one of the employees was shot while trying to escape.

"I have to go save people."

"But..."

Gwen couldn't stop Peter. She saw that before Peter left, he had a somewhat complicated expression on his face.

She saw Peter run towards the end of the alley and then disappear from her sight.

Gwen angrily slammed her fist on the wall, but the commotion over there was getting worse, and the crowd was pulling her away. Just as Gwen turned her head, a figure swung between the high-rise buildings—it was Spider-Man.

Gwen suddenly understood something, then opened her mouth wide and looked at the Spider-Man who had landed. She felt her arms trembling, but she still tried her best to reach out and cover her mouth.

As the crowd ran into a more distant alley, Gwen stopped. He hesitated for a moment, then walked back against the flow of people in the direction they had come from.

Parked beside a car, she saw Spider-Man punch a robber to the ground, then roll away to dodge a bullet. Gwen watched as the bullet grazed Spider-Man's body, and for a moment, she felt her heart clench.

Gwen tried to cover her mouth with her trembling arms to stop the scream from coming out. Spider-Man- Man skillfully took down the two robbers, but one of them ran back to the car, grabbed a more powerful semi-automatic weapon, and started Burst Fire at Spider-Man.

Spider-Man reacted incredibly fast. He jumped behind the counter, using it as cover, and then shot a Silk at the gunman's face, blinding him. He then jumped out again and punched him to the ground.

After taking down all four robbers, Spider-Man walked over to the seriously injured store clerk and used his Silk to seal his wounds.

The sirens of police cars and ambulances blared at the same time. When Peter walked to the middle of the road, he saw Gwen standing behind a car watching him.

Gwen's eyes were red, but she stared straight at Spider-Man, as if trying to find some clue in him.

Peter stood in the middle of the road, the bright sunlight shining on him. He clenched his fists, as if making a decision that required considerable courage. Then, he sprinted forward, grabbed Gwen, and a Silk shot up to the top of a tall building, where it swung.

In the dazzling sunlight, Peter carried Gwen as they swung through the skyscrapers of Hollywood, as if traveling through a Spacetime tunnel to the set of those fantasy blockbusters. Gwen's hair fluttered in the wind, and the people and cars on the road seemed incredibly small.

Spider-Man took her to the rooftop of the tallest building. When they landed, Gwen involuntarily reached out to touch Spider-Man's mask. Peter also reached out One Hand to cover Gwen's hand, then reached to his own forehead and ripped off his mask.

Light froze, time stood still, Peter's hair danced in the sunlight, turning into golden threads, while the surrounding dust amplified the music, just like the grand adventures unfolding in this city.

Amidst the silent symphony, Peter, dressed in his Spider-Man suit, embraced Gwen tightly.

Then, he kissed Gwen for the first time. In the dazzling light, amidst the pure white, their figures were blended into the light.

Light streamed through them, illuminating the shattered jewelry counter from the robbery. A sparkling gem lay on the floor, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.

As the light dimmed, the gem's dazzling brilliance transformed into a mysterious and elusive glow. A whip flew over, its slender tip coiling around the gem. Catwoman leaped onto the roof beam, then used the whip to hang upside down from it, watching Batman walk into the jewelry store.

She smiled, waved to Batman, and said, "Bye-bye—"

Then she lifted herself up, performed a graceful balance beam maneuver, ran along the roof beams, and finally jumped out the back door, with Batman hot on her heels.

Beneath a huge full moon, the city becomes a silhouette, with two small figures leaping between the tall buildings.

Batman's cloak billowed backward in the wind, and the resistance coming from it felt like a dark hand gripping him and preventing him from moving forward.

The eyes beneath the mask were fixed on that petite figure. Batman didn't know if he was chasing a criminal or... love.

But he became more and more engrossed, his eyes fixed on that figure. When he felt resistance behind him, he reached back and tore off his cloak, grabbing it in his hand.

As Batman jumped from the high building, he grabbed Catwoman and then used a grappling hook to grab the roof of another building. When they landed on the roof, Batman's cape fluttered in the wind.

After a deep, ambiguous kiss, Catwoman hugged him, pressed her ear to his chest, and said, "Your heart is beating so fast."

"The same as you."

That wildness returned to Catwoman's brow, tinged with a hint of playfulness and madness. She stroked Batman's face and said, "Did you think I would be immersed in such a dream?"

"Wearing a beautiful long dress, listening to your compliments, dancing and chatting with you, Batman, don't be silly, that's not us..."

The mad glint in her eyes captivated Batman even more. Catwoman's voice was like a devil's temptation as she said, "That kind of life is wonderful, that kind of dream is beautiful, but that's not us..."

"...You're insane." As Batman spoke, the resonance in his chest spread along Catwoman's fingertips. Catwoman moved closer to him and said, "If you were anyone else, I wouldn't mind having a dream where I'm a poor Slums girl and you're a billionaire..."

"You gave me everything—money, jewels, love. You showered me with the most exquisite jewelry in the world, then took my hand, and we danced, kissed, and walked into the church, until we entered the grave..."

Catwoman pressed her finger against Batman's chest and said, "But that's too ordinary."

Catwoman looked into Batman's eyes and said, "I'm crazy. I'd rather be a thief than live this kind of life."

"Batman, Batman... but if I'm not insane..."

"... How lonely will you be?"

Catwoman clearly felt Batman's body stiffen slightly. His gaze towards Catwoman was filled with complex emotions, as if some feelings had suddenly welled up inside him.

"If you're a weirdo who likes to dress up as a bat, then I'm a madman who wants to turn himself into a cat. We're a perfect match."

Catwoman released her grip on Batman, stepped back a few paces, and said, "Otherwise, who do you think we are?"

"If it were like in the movies, I should tell you right now that no matter who you are, I love you, and then encourage you and give you courage..."

"Then you will take off your mask, to show me your true identity, to show me your honesty, to say you love me, and then kiss me."

"But we're not making a movie..."

Catwoman's eyes showed neither sadness nor disappointment, but rather a playful ease. She said, "So I'm telling you, it doesn't matter if you're a bat or not, it doesn't matter how many souls you have, I don't care."

"...Why?"

"Because we're all crazy, Batman... that way we're not alone."

Batman stared intently at her, captivated by the light in Catwoman's eyes, almost losing his mind, ignoring his brain's warnings and instincts. His deep voice echoed between them, "You're really insane..."

"... But so am I."

His response was a kiss, a kiss from a cat.

In the darkest of nights, accompanied by a deep and soothing nocturne, two madmen and a monster embrace, exchanging their absurd and twisted love.

Like an old black and white film, the purest light the Darkest Night in two universes embrace their lovers.

Their Destiny, in each other's eyes, were as absurd as a movie, playing out in turn over the skies of this city that had witnessed countless exciting events.

With a click, the projector turned on. Schiller pulled out the old videotape. After the black and white interwoven light and shadow disappeared, his friends from both Spacetime leaned wearily against the sofa, while he alone remained awake.

Films from the previous era are not exciting enough; the plots are clichéd, the visuals are simplistic, the techniques are not ingenious enough, and the scenes are not grand enough. Halfway through, they make you want to fall asleep.

In the morning light and at sunset, Schiller would stand in front of the projector, carefully placing the two videotapes back into their respective cases.

When the projector stopped humming, the room fell completely silent, and Schiller felt sleepy.

He walked to the window, where the alloy frame and wooden lattice overlapped in the dim light.

From the outside, only one window was lit, and the figure in the light was solitary and looked rather lonely.

But the flickering light and shadow behind him were surprisingly lively, like a movie woven from countless intertwined Destiny of two universes.

With a click, the lights in the room went out. After the two universes said goodnight to each other, everything fell silent, awaiting the next opening.

Interlude 2260-0006, Card.

Interludes are a great place to create some fun. I definitely prefer blurring to depth of field; just blur it and you're good to go.