Chapter 603: I'M BATMAN!

Amid the booming blasts—boom, boom, boom—a matte black Batmobile slowly rolled onto the red carpet.

This custom Lamborghini, modified into a Batmobile, was longer and wider than a typical sports car. Its two massive front wheels jutted forward like iron fists. The body was all sharp lines and hard edges, yet sleek and aerodynamic—fierce and imposing at a glance.

The black Batmobile came to a silent halt in front of the red carpet.

One second… two seconds… ten seconds passed.The doors remained shut. Just as the crowd began to murmur in confusion—

A thunderous soundtrack erupted.

Majestic. Rhythmic. Epic.

The music was composed by Martin himself for Batman: The Dark Knight, inspired by the war chants of the Shura clan from the Gods and Demons Continent. In its original form, it could stir the bloodlust of warriors. For human ears? The effect was subtler—but still powerful, especially on film.

As the music surged, the Batmobile's iconic scissor doors slowly rose.

Wrapped in a gleaming Batsuit, Ben Affleck stepped out.

He adjusted his cape, checked the gadgets on his belt, and stood tall.

Then, slowly, he raised his right arm and clenched his fist."I am Batman," he declared in a low, gravelly voice.

A classic line, perhaps a bit corny, but it set the crowd ablaze.

Screams erupted.

Male fans went wild for the Batmobile and Ben's updated Batsuit.

Female fans focused on Ben's imposing figure—his sculpted physique emphasized by the armor's form-fitting design. Far from limiting his movement, it enhanced his presence.

"Batman!"

"Batman!"

"Batman!"

The chant began as a ripple—then swelled into a tidal wave of voices.

At that moment, Ben Affleck was the absolute star of the premiere.

He let his arm drop with quiet pride and began striding down the carpet, emotions welling inside him.

After years of struggle, from obscurity to stardom—tonight, all eyes were on him.

He would never forget Martin's help.He planned to cling to that golden thigh with everything he had.

As for Martin's early "suppression" of him? Well…He had long since forgotten that.

Under the deafening chorus of "Batman! Batman!", Ben reached the center of the red carpet and struck a powerful stance, hands on hips.Then he roared: "Tonight, Gotham is innocent!"

The sound, broadcast through a mic and speakers, shook the square.

At that moment, the drumbeats of the music intensified.

And then—a cylindrical spotlight shot up from the roof of the Theater.

It illuminated a massive black hot-air balloon suspended since morning, now emblazoned with a glowing bat signal.

"Whoa!"

"Cool!"

"Look! Batman's call!"

"Tonight, Gotham is guiltless!"

The lights, music, and spectacle sent the crowd into a frenzy.Fans jumped, screamed, and cheered.

Security guards and police officers looked instantly overwhelmed. Faces twisted in stress, they struggled to hold back the surging fans.

Even the reporters were swept up in the fever.Hands in the air, laughing and shouting:"Tonight, Gotham is innocent!"

Ben Affleck kept walking. This time he didn't stop. He headed straight to the press area for interviews.

Some reporters were still lost in the hype. A few regained focus and began tossing questions:

"Ben, what made you take on this role?"

"What does Batman mean to you?"

"Your first Batman film was a hit. Think this one will top it?"

Ben soaked it in—this was the spotlight he had dreamed of.

He answered with charm and confidence:

"What made me take the role? Love, of course. I've been a Batman fan since I was a kid. Always wanted to be Bruce Wayne—and now, thanks to the movies, I get to live that dream."

"Taking this role was a major step in my career. Martin wrote it, Nolan directed it—I mean, come on, can you get a better combo than that?"

"Will this be a success? Absolutely. I've seen the final cut. The Dark Knight? It's even more exciting than Batman Begins."

After a few more interviews, Ben headed toward the banquet hall inside the Theater. Fans behind the railings kept shouting his name:

"Ben, you're so cool!"

"Ben, I love your body!"

"Bruce Wayne! Stay a little longer!"

Ben hesitated—part of him wanted to strike a dramatic pose for the fans… show off a little.

But then, a new wave of screams erupted—

"Aaah! Martin! It's Martin! Martin!!"

"Legolas, I love you so much!"

"Neo! Sign my poster!"

"Oh my God, he's even thinner—is it for a role? So professional!"

Ben Affleck's smile faltered.He straightened his shoulders, muttered under his breath about the fickleness of fans, and marched into the hall without turning back.

Meanwhile, on the red carpet, the crowd was still wild.Camera flashes burst like fireworks.

The line of security and police strained to hold.

As for Martin?

He didn't feel the same thrill from these events anymore. The novelty had worn off—fame could be as tiresome as a succubus.

But he still slowed his pace, keeping a smile on his face. Anne Hathaway, walking beside him, was eagerly striking poses for the cameras.

She had begged him for this.

Anne wasn't about to waste a second.She loved being in the spotlight—even if it meant borrowing a bit of Martin's shine.