Batman did not know how to describe his current feelings.
He discovered that there seemed to be an extra voice in his body, talking to itself. After ruling out his own deranged thoughts, Bruce ultimately concluded that the thing in his mind was an entity with independent consciousness.
This was bad. Very bad.
Bruce—or rather, Batman—never trusted anyone.
Much less something that had mysteriously appeared in his consciousness. It made him feel as tormented as if he had split personalities, unable to tell which one was truly himself.
But Batman was Batman. He could restrain himself, and he could strike back against the voice in his mind.
"So what are you? Another me? Or some creation of magic?"
Batman probed carefully as he voiced his guess. "Or did Jino Luthor send you to get close to me?"
Listening to Bruce, the Venom inside him was somewhat speechless.
He was merely a symbiote. After attacking someone, his consciousness had suddenly faded away.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself being held in the palm of a man with a cleft chin.
So Venom had not thought much before parasitizing him.
As for the Jino Luthor the other party had mentioned?
While peering into Batman's memories, he had learned that he was a terrifying man.
But Venom did not know him.
Faced with Batman's barrage of questions, Venom spoke coldly. "Do you still want to save the girl named Barbara?"
"If you do, cut the nonsense."
"I can already smell him."
Hearing Venom's words, Batman remained impassive, but instinctively hid all the precious memories in his mind away in secret.
As always, Batman trusted no one.
"I don't need your help finding him. I've already figured it out."
Batman interrupted Venom, his voice icy. "Based on the amusement park in this article,