He did not try to comfort him, nor did he try to guide him.
He chose the most direct, most violent method.
With one slash, he severed the cycle of his parents falling.
With one slash, he split apart that endless swarm of bats that symbolized fear.
With an unreasonable, utterly overwhelming stance, he violently shredded every hallucination spawned by the toxin!
At last, in the center of those mental ruins, he found Bruce Wayne's core personality, curled up in a corner and wrapped in pain and obsession.
He reached out and forcibly dragged him back from the abyss.
On the medical platform outside, Bruce's violently trembling body slowly calmed down.
[ Ding! Ultra-high-difficulty mental treatment complete! Rating: SSS of the Gods! ] [ You have completed a consciousness-level operation incomprehensible to mortals! Analyzing the target's mental structure... ] [ Saintly Hands Copy activated... ]
Lynn's consciousness withdrew from that abyss made of fear and trauma.
Like a diver bursting from pitch-black water and breathing the air of the real world again.
He opened his eyes to the familiar sight of the Batcave, now ruined beyond recognition.
The smell of gunpowder and ozone still lingered in his nostrils, while the Brainwave Frequency Interferometer gave off a faint overloaded hum beside his ears.
He removed the electrodes attached to his temples, his movements steady.
As though he had not just completed an immensely perilous mental operation, but merely watched a dull black-and-white film.
At the exact moment his consciousness returned, the system's cold, mechanical prompt rang out in his mind with an unprecedented tone that was almost praising.
[ Ding! Ultra-high-difficulty mental treatment complete! Rating: SSS of the Gods! ]
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