Under Tony's repeated instigation, Bruce became more and more moved.

As a superhero, no one understands the importance of strength better than him.

He naturally craves power, especially in this context where it doesn't hurt others.

Besides, he was really curious about the pub, and perhaps a glass of wine would help him get a more comprehensive understanding of the place.

He accepted Tony's offer.

Two minutes later, Bruce had a glass of wine in his hand.

The wine is red in color and has a rich aroma.

He held the glass, sniffed it gently, and drank it in one gulp under Tony's gaze.

"It smells like a very sweet wine, like..."

Just as Bruce was about to comment, his brows suddenly frowned.

He felt a warm current accompanied by a tingling sensation radiating from his abdomen and instantly flowing throughout his body.

However, before he could say anything, everything came to an abrupt halt.

Bruce clearly felt different.

He raised his fist and swung it vigorously in the air, making a whooshing sound.

"How about it? There should be a reminder, right?" Tony asked expectantly.

"Fifty times," Bruce said with a tone that was difficult to conceal his excitement, "Fifty times the physical strength of an ordinary person. If we had obtained it earlier, those thugs and criminals would have been subdued long ago!"

When he said this, a hint of loneliness suddenly flashed across his face.

Many people died in this incident, including the culprit.

Miranda.

Bruce had mixed feelings when he learned that she was the daughter of a ninja master and that she was targeting him and Gotham City out of revenge.

The two had an intimate relationship, and he clearly had a good impression of that woman.

Unfortunately, the dead cannot be resurrected...

"Fifty times, that's not bad." Tony nodded and asked, "What about super powers? Did you get them?"

He was more curious about this.

If Bruce can't gain any super powers even after drinking three or five glasses, then he can get rid of the title of "African" in the pub.

Bruce's thoughts were disrupted by his words. He nodded and said, "Indeed."

After hearing what he said, Tony was disappointed for a moment, then asked, "What ability?"

Bruce looked around and found that many people were looking at him curiously, so he simply stretched out an arm.

"Transfiguration ability."

As he spoke, his right hand suddenly changed and turned into a black claw in an instant.

Tony was stunned by the sharp claws and frowned, "Just one claw?"

He suddenly felt like laughing.

This ability is so useless!

"No," Bruce shook his head and said, "The whole body can be transformed. The complete transformation is to be able to turn into a bat!"

"Bats?" Tony was surprised.

"Maybe it's because I'm too familiar with bats that I got this superpower." Bruce shrugged.

Tony subconsciously looked at Selina not far away.

He remembered that the first generation of Blood Demon Wine seemed to have the special ability to allow people to transform into bats.

But he quickly retracted his gaze, looked at Bruce, and said with a smile: "Now you are really Batman!"

Bruce always felt that this guy's tone was a bit sour, but he still laughed along: "It's not convenient here, I have to get familiar with it when I go back."

"Can you tell me more about this?" Tony was curious. "You are the first person in the tavern to have this ability."

He was secretly depressed.

This guy actually got it right in one try, why does he think he is so miserable?

When he thought about the deal with Thor, he felt a little better.

"There are many treasures in the world I live in. It seems that I am luckier than this guy." He thought to himself.

Even though his strength far exceeds that of his opponent, the title of "African" is really not nice.

He is Iron Man, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, a superhero admired by hundreds of millions of people!

He must be extremely lucky to be invited to the pub! "Any questions?" Bruce, who was talking about his superpowers, noticed that Tony looked a little off, and asked curiously.

"Nothing." Tony's expression changed in a second and he smiled, "Your ability is very cool!"

Just then he saw Guts walking into the tavern with a sword on his back. He stood up and said, "Let me introduce you to some friends!"

More than an hour later.

Bruce waved at these new friends.

He had been away for too long and had to go back quickly to avoid being thought to be dead.

After saying goodbye to everyone, he disappeared from the spot on a thought.

…

As soon as he returned to the original world, Bruce felt a sense of weightlessness.

His body was falling rapidly, and when he was less than one meter away from the sea surface, he finally put his clothes into the low-level storage ring he had borrowed money to buy, activated his superpowers, and completed the transformation.

In a flash, he turned into a huge black bat.

You can vaguely see that his face still looks like a human, but his facial features are a little distorted compared to a human, and he has a pair of furry ears.

Just as he was about to fall into the sea, Bruce finally flapped his wings and flew up based on his instinct.

After flying over a hundred meters close to the water surface, he jumped high and swept away into the distance like a flash of black lightning.

On a fishing boat, several fishermen stared in amazement at the black bat that flew away in an instant.

"Jason, did you just see that bat..."

"Yes, I have never seen a bat that big and that fast!"

"Why do I feel like he's a changed person?"

Amid everyone's discussion, Bruce has already flown to Gotham City.

He still has a lot of things to do next.

His original plan was to fake his death and then live in seclusion.

But after entering the pub, his mind changed.

With this opportunity, he should do something for Gotham City.

For example, building a bat team to secretly fight criminals and maintain order in the city.

Gangs are rampant in Gotham City, and he has thought about catching all of them in one fell swoop.

But the problem was that there were too many bandits and he was not capable of dealing with them.

But with this extraordinary ability, things are naturally different. He can fight a hundred people alone, or fight a gang alone! If he trains a few more people with the same sense of justice as him and gives them power beyond mortals, it will be enough to dispel the darkness of this city.

Bruce was thinking when he suddenly saw a figure walking towards him.

When he saw the man's appearance, he stopped in his tracks.

The man also looked at him and was also stunned.

The two looked at each other for several seconds, and Bruce suddenly smiled: "What a coincidence!"

But the man rushed towards him and threw himself into his arms.

Bruce hugged the person in his arms.

He was about to speak when he suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder, but it was mild and not serious.

"Is your flesh made of iron?" the man's voice suddenly came out.

Bruce didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why did you bite me?"

"Everyone thought you were dead!" She raised her head, revealing a beautiful face with slightly red eyes.

The woman's name is Selina Kyle.

She also has a nickname, Catwoman.

(End of this chapter)