"Now that you have accumulated the energy of knowledge, if it were at another time, due to non-life, you would be dead. I use your body because, if it were at another time, you would be dead, but there is no more life nor is there more death," Zariel said.
"They will come," whispered the voice inside him.
"Each one carries a ruin, but also a key."
"We're going back in time, to where it all began, we're restarting everything. You have me inside you, since we don't need a ceremony ," Zariel said.
He simply nodded.
He knew the price of summoning them.
Each one represented an unresolved past, an open wound in the history of gods and men.
As for Circe herself — The Witch of the Aegean Sea
That's how she appeared, out of nowhere, enveloped in lilac mist.
Her hair was like serpents of molten gold.
The eyes, like two moons.
"Do you still remember the last time we saw each other?" she said, smiling.
"I remember," Bruce replied. "You tried to kill me."
— And you tried to save me.
The silence between them had lasted for centuries.
Circe watched him, curious:
— And now? Did you come to ask for my help, or my downfall?
"Both," he replied. "This time, there's no difference."
She smiled.
While the first pact was sealed.
Next came Medea — The Woman Who Killed for Love
That woman had one red eye and one green eye, her legs were like lava and fire, the beauty of her black, wavy hair, beautiful, full breasts, a body sculpted from marble, her beauty, she helped him at a moment in time, when everything changed, she returned in time, along with him.
The second one came in flames.
From the fire was born a woman with a feverish gaze, her hair ablaze, the face of one who had been judged by all and acquitted by none.
Medea didn't speak: she measured.
Each word, a sentence.
Every gesture is a poison.
"Going back in time is like loving a corpse," she said. "Why do you insist?"
"Because there's still a chance," Bruce replied.
There are no chances. Only consequences.
I know the consequences, but they are better than what we are in now.
He stared at her.
Then help me choose the best ones.
The woman was laughing.
Then the fire went out, leaving only the smell of iron.
That was the Dragon Woman — Tohru 's daughter.
Suddenly, the ground shook.
From the ceiling, an immense shadow fell, a serpentine body covered in scales that dissolved into flesh and silk.
It was her — the old enemy.
The one who, in another life, had tried to devour him.
Now, smile.
— You're back, bat?
I never left.
— He changed his tone.
Time changes everything. Even dragons.
She came closer, her breath warm, and touched his shoulder.
So, where do we fly to this time?
The pact was sealed in the silence between breath and fear.
The Solar Princess of Argoth
The air shimmered with golden light.
The princess descended, enveloped in plasma and memories, her eyes those of someone who had seen stars die.
"You are the man who defied the sun," she said.
I am the man who burned trying to prove that the sun lies.
She smiled.
So maybe I've finally found someone worthy of my light.
Bruce looked away.
There was no need for worship.
I needed a strategy.
But inside, the Dragon laughed.
Y'vanna's 's Lunar Princess
If her sister shone, this one was made of shadow.
The Moon Princess spoke as if dreaming:
Time has bent for you, mortal. What brought you here?
— The desire to prevent the mistake from happening again.
— And the mistake is theirs… or yours?
Bruce hesitated.
The question weighed more than the universe.
She interpreted the silence as an answer.
And he simply followed him.
The Cthulhu Priestess
Finally, came the whisper.
That sound that isn't a sound, but a memory of a word that the brain shouldn't understand.
From the mirror-like water of the cave emerged the Priestess of the Abyss—half woman, half submerged dream.
"I saw you at the end," she said, her voice like the tide. "And the end saw you."
Then help me rewrite what you saw.
No man can rewrite time.
I am no longer just a man.
She smiled.
A smile that resembled the abyss.
And the pact was fulfilled.
The Council of Shadows
With the seven of them gathered—the Man and the Six Shades—Bruce drew up the plan.
A map of eras, worlds, and possible repetitions.
"In each Age," he explained, "the solar hero awakens, believing himself to be the saviour. The priestess guides him to the altar. And the universe restarts."
"A cycle of vanity," said Circe.
"Out of obedience," Medea added.
"And what about us?" asked the Dragon Woman.
We're going to break the cycle.
The dragon within him roared, a sound that pierced through the bones of them all.
The plan began there — not to save the world, but to liberate it from its gods.
Epilogue to Chapter II
When the sun rose, the world believed Bruce Wayne had disappeared.
The newspapers called him a traitor, a madman, a fugitive.
But in the shadows of time, it became something new.
Not even a hero.
Not even a villain.
Only the Black Dragon Lord, he who walked between ages, hand in hand with witches, goddesses, and monsters—and who one day would make time bleed.
That's when he heard it:
The voice of the Dragon.
The entity that existed before death and after life.
"I am what comes before fear."
I am the echo that remains when everything ends.
But I need a body. A name."
Bruce understood.
And you need me.
"No. We need each other."
The Merger
There was no pain.
Just understanding.
The mind of man and the essence of the dragon became one.