Moses was fighting a life-and-death duel with Xiao Chou one second, and the next second he found himself sitting in the Batcave.

His forehead twitched, he was drowsy, he couldn't suppress the urge to cough, and he felt as if his head was split in half. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, he went from a low fever to a high fever. Fortunately, there was no danger around him. Alfred was tidying up the display cabinet nearby, but it was different from what Moses remembered. Next to Batman's equipment was a strange red battle suit with a yellow "R" on a black background on the chest.

"...What happened?" After two seconds of reaction, Moses belatedly asked the system.

"It's a bit troublesome." The system said, "The cube you just touched in the SHIELD laboratory has some energy fragments from the parallel universe mixed in it. I can't say too much about the details, you can check it out slowly. Although this little bit of power is not enough to locate the coordinates, Xiao Chou's attack still activated it, so that a degraded version of the subspace was formed by projection. You can understand the current situation as you are in a virtual copy based on what happened in the parallel world."

"How do I get out? Where's Xiao Chou? Did he follow me too?"

System: "No, you are here only as a consciousness. Choujo is mentally unstable and will be excluded. But Red Hood and Catwoman may also come in, and they may not be able to figure out what happened. If you want to leave, in layman's terms, the safest way is to 'pass the level'. Find a place in this space that connects to the outside world and let your thoughts return to reality from the virtual world."

Moses stood up reflexively, but he felt dizzy for a moment because of the quick movement - this was quite rare for Batman: "I have to find them first. Is there any danger here?"

"It's hard to say. Theoretically, no, but if you believe yourself dead in the spiritual world, you might become a vegetable."

That's too bad.

Although anger can't solve any problems, Moses' emotions are affected by the hormones during the illness, and he can't control them just by saying so. He pressed the keyboard hard, stared at the reflection of the familiar face on the screen, breathed in the humid air with the smell of soil, and clenched his teeth.

"I heard that coughing is one of the most unbearable things, sir." The butler said in a tone similar to what Moses remembered, handing him a glass of warm water, "But it seems that this statement does not apply to The Dark Knight?"

His voice seemed to turn on a switch. The man groaned and covered his mouth with his arm, lying on the workbench. After a while, he said, "It may just be due to the temperature change and humidity in the bat cave. I'm fine."

"......?" Alfred raised his eyebrows in doubt and said nothing.

Moses was anxious to find Red Hood and Catwoman, who were nowhere to be found, and was also worried about Chou outside. It had been a long time since he had faced a difficult situation so unprepared. Facing the housekeeper who looked similar yet strange, he could only ask tentatively, "What do you think of the person I'm tracking down?"

He knows nothing about what happened in the parallel world and can only look for clues from the answers given by others. I hope the answers come in time so that the innocent people affected can leave safely.

**

By the time Alfred in reality arrived at the scene in a second Batplane, the chaos inside the SHIELD laboratory had almost been resolved.

Nightwing opened the hatch and jumped out without waiting for the plane to stop, and Wonder Woman pulled him with the Lasso of Truth. Black Widow tidied her messy hair in the strong wind and waved to Captain America and the others.

"Isn't he coming?" After everyone in the cabin got off the plane, the engine sounded again, floating up into the air and turning around. The female hero looked back at the position of the cockpit from a distance, and became a little curious about the identity of the butler who had never appeared.

"No." Nightwing said vaguely, "He is a friend of mine and has nothing to do with this matter. I asked him to help drive the Batwing."

"Thank him for me," Natasha said, "and the Batplane is really nice." I don't know if Iron Man would be willing to build such a machine, although he can fly it, but his teammates can't.

Nightwing gave a short laugh.

Then he walked sternly through the crowd and headed toward the interior of the building. He could vaguely hear a conversation between several superheroes behind him.

Captain America: "...Another minor?"

"It is said that he is Batman's partner, he called himself that - but at least he did borrow the Batplane. It seems that you met other young people today, Captain?"

"Don't mention it." Steve's voice was both angry and amused. He recalled his suddenness just now. After reflection, he thought that it was mainly because he underestimated Red Hood and didn't understand Catwoman's methods. This lady's daily methods must not be very legitimate. I don't know why Batman would work with her? "I will never underestimate the children of this era again. He used a little trick to deceive my sight two hours ago and ran into the building with Catwoman. Fortunately, Batman had already dealt with the little ugly at that time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. Who is this?"

"Wonder Woman, the superhero we met in Gotham." Natasha introduced them. "After dealing with the Penguin Man, we stayed at the Iceberg Restaurant for a while and happened to meet Nightwing who came from Blüdhaven..."

“…”

Dick didn't listen any more. He went from walking fast to jogging, and then to a slightly anxious run. His mind was filled with vague thoughts that made his heart beat unsteadily since Alfred contacted him in the morning and said Bruce had lost contact. When he saw Batman, Red Hood, and Catwoman lying side by side, he staggered in a trance and almost fell flat on his face.

"They're fine." Iron Man, who had rushed over a long time ago, looked serious and focused on studying the solution. He said without raising his head, "But I don't recommend you get too close or cry on the spot. The humidity in the air may affect my observation results."

Nightwing: “…”

His emotions went up and down, and then he fell into an odd state of calm: "What's going on?"

Bruce Banner was watching Chou. Chou was still awake, but looked half dead, and no one on the scene suggested sending him to the emergency room.

"It's complicated. Batman prevented a tragedy that could have killed hundreds of people, but at the last minute, Clowney shot at the Cosmic Cube, causing it and the tiny unknown energy entity next to it to get into an inexplicable entanglement. The result is that, as you can see, their current situation can be compared to Schrödinger's cat, half awake, and everything is normal except that they are unconscious - oh, sorry, Batman's body temperature is also abnormal."

"So," Nightwing didn't want to hear the physics, so he jumped straight to the point, "Why is Xiao Chou still awake? How can the others wake up?"

"Xiao Chou injected himself with Titan," Banner said. "This liquid greatly strengthened his nerve cells, allowing him to stay awake."

"As for the others," Iron Man replied with a firm tone, "Give me some time, I will definitely figure out what's going on."

“…”

Xiao Chou, who was keeping his head down and quiet for a rare time, suddenly burst into laughter in the silence.

Banner took a half step back, and Nightwing said rudely: "Shut up, I just had breakfast, and your smile makes me feel sick. Who will shut his mouth?"

"Wait." Xiao Chou said with a smile, "Aren't you going to ask me how I got that photo?"

Nightwing: "What photo?"

"That doesn't matter." Tony said at about the same time, "Fury should really raise the standards for recruiting SHIELD agents. They won't just pick their men out of trash cans, will they?"

Xiao Chou asked, "Did he die once?"

Dick walked to Batman cautiously and blocked his body: "What do you want to say?"

"Hey, don't be so nervous, Little Bird, you see I didn't even try to take off his helmet~" The little ugly boy watched Banner pick up the rag on the table and tried to stuff it into his mouth. He leaned back desperately and immediately sped up his speech and said rapidly, "Don't you want to know about the past of the little bat? Don't you want to know how he appeared in Gotham without any warning? Don't you have any damn curiosity! He knows Gotham, knows me, and knows you! But what do you know about him?! Nothing!"

Nightwing's fingertips trembled, and Chou noticed it sharply. He laughed so hard that he twitched in the restraint chair: "Hahahahaha! This is so pathetic, even funnier than the surprise that Chou carefully designed. You are simply a prank genius, deceiving everyone, right, Batman?"

Dr. Banner couldn't touch the skin of the little idiot because there were still some poison residues on it, which gave the madman a lot of room to move - the Hulk was almost mad at him. Nightwing felt that the doctor probably wouldn't be able to play patience-testing games like "I wanna" or "Hollow Knight" in his lifetime. He hurried forward to help, but Iron Man grabbed the tape on the table and walked over.

"No one will accuse me of abusing prisoners, right? Never mind. This one is not a big deal." He tied a beautiful knot at the back of Xiao Chou's head. "It's better for us to keep him under our noses until Batman wakes up."

The room that was set up as a simple laboratory returned to silence once again, with only the occasional gasps from Xiao Chou that sounded like laughter or pain when the drugs backfired.

Dick sat on a wooden stool, lost in thought.

In another situation, Tony would have complained that he was sitting outside the ICU.

"You don't have to stay so far away. Batman won't turn into a vampire and eat you." In the dead silence, Iron Man had to start again. The two humans present were not as lively as his artificial intelligence. "If you really want to do something... he has a fever. Uh, why don't you get a wet towel?"

That might be all he knows about caring for patients, if only Pepper were here.

Nightwing stood up suddenly, but refused to pick up the rag that was thrown on the table and almost came into close contact with Xiao Chou's mouth: "Sorry to interrupt you, I still want to know what the photo Xiao Chou just mentioned is about."

Tony was immersed in his studies, pretending not to hear anything.

Banner: "..." He didn't have as high a defense as Stark, and felt a little at a loss when facing the young man's gaze. "Don't take it too seriously, that photo might be composited." Although he didn't believe what he said.

Nightwing found the answer in Xiao Chou's words and the attitude of the person in front of him: "But this is impossible." He frowned, stepped forward, stretched out his hand and put it on Batman's nose, trying to test his breathing.

"No, wait a minute!" Tony stood up suddenly and tried to hold him back, but the young man was faster and startled by his voice, his toes accidentally brushed against the black tent that hung to the ground like a stage curtain. The folds of the clothes had a heavy arc, making it impossible to imagine how the vigilante relied on it to glide in the air over the city at night.

Dick turned his head subconsciously when he heard the sound. The scene in front of him was blurred for a moment, like the windshield wipers on a rainy day.

He blinked hard, took a step forward, and was startled—

Bruce Wayne, dressed in casual clothes, sat in a chair in front of the screen in the Batcave at some point, bent over and put his fist against his mouth and nose to cough softly. His cold seemed to be more serious than he remembered, and there was cold sweat on his forehead and cheeks.

I heard the melodious Christmas carols coming from somewhere.

Who am I? Where am I? Nightwing was at a loss, and hesitated for a moment without saying a word, until the young man turned around as if realizing something.

That was the look in Batman's eyes that Dick was familiar with.

He felt relieved almost immediately, with a kind of confidence that everything could be faced. He walked over with a brisk pace and asked, "What's going on, Bruce?"