Tony Stark paused for a moment in the sky, far away from the hustle and bustle. His eyes fell on the intersection of the star-like lights on the skyscrapers in New York and the ubiquitous shadows. The last bit of sunlight disappeared at the end of the horizon, and the cold air briefly climbed up his chest. For a moment, he didn't want to fall back to the ground.

The lower level of Stark Tower is still noisy, and now it is surrounded by police and reporters, everyone is waiting for the first-hand news from Iron Man, various questions and angry venting are endless. But if they raise their heads, they will find that the objects of jealousy, sarcasm or disgust are looking down at them.

Maybe that's why the bat was in such a hurry? He looked very experienced, and his action mode and equipment level showed that he was far from a hot-blooded novice. There should have been two gangs on the roof a few minutes ago. Several gangsters died under bows and arrows, and the rest were still breathing. Two enthusiastic people who came out of nowhere solved a disaster that could have caused huge casualties, but no matter what, in the eyes of the world, the masked outlaws are all villains.

Tony took a deep breath. It was time to face the reporters. Pepper was still waiting for someone.

“The world may be getting worse.”

He dived down.

"But it could be for the better, sir."

**

"The Wayne Group has just contacted us, Tony," said Pep Potts, "to apologize for their chairman's reluctance to resign amid the chaos."

"Forget it. The fact that he was able to escape shows that he has a good sense of crisis. You can handle it however you want."

"And Mr. Wayne...he, ummm, he wants to ask you about the compensation for Stark Tower."

"What?" Tony, who had been absent-minded, raised his head in surprise. "What does he mean? When did we give our partners the impression that we were short of funds?"

"What Wayne meant was that the Wayne Group was partially responsible for the damage caused by the criminals of Gotham in other cities, and they are happy to bear this part of the loss." Pep had a strange expression as he read out the email sent to the company's official mailbox. "Come to think of it, he is not a Gotham man?"

"Who knows where this guy came from? I don't care about my brother Tan's family background."

"So how do you want to reply to emails?"

"Ignore him." The Iron Man, who had just been completely ignored by Ge Tan's colleagues, said decisively, "In the future, block Ge Tan unless necessary. The people in that place have abnormal brain circuits."

**

When Batman, whose brain circuits were abnormal, jumped out of the Batplane, he heard several screams from below.

He didn't really care whether he would be discovered openly or not. After all, if he stayed in Gothan for a long time, people would recognize him sooner or later. The most important problem was that half of the city was now surrounded by huge plants with Arkham Asylum as the center of diffusion. The beams, streets and sewers were full of plant vines and strange flower buds. The scene was too outrageous. Moses, who had never seen the world, was stunned for a moment.

"System, is Ge Tan and the place where I lived before in the same world? Is this really not a science fiction set?"

"That's not it." The system said affirmatively, "Why don't you think about Stark's armor? That's also unscientific, anyway..."

"I understand that you can't explain the parallel universe." Moses paused and said, "It seems that Xiao Chou was just a vanguard yesterday. My appearance disrupted their plan. This may be an act of revenge."

System: "You know that any damage caused by the villain for any reason is not your responsibility, right?"

"I'm not sure." The man squatting on the corner of the roof of Gotan whispered, "If I were still Moses and knew superheroes, I would think Batman didn't need to consider this at all. All those who throw the responsibility to superheroes are just bullies. They can't blame the villains, and they don't want to attribute their losses to the fickleness of fate. In the end, they can only entangle the good people. And now-" He was silent for a moment, "I still don't think I'm wrong, but I have to solve the problem."

Or solve the problem.

Will this city need Batman? In any case, it is the times and fate that make heroes. When he glided over the dark clouds of Gotham, he always felt that the huge bat shadow projected on the ground by the lights was living behind his soul.

The ordinary people in this city are weathered and run faster than anyone else when they encounter disasters, leaving Moses with less time to save people on the road. When he rushed to the vicinity of Arkham, he found that under a giant carnivorous plant, there were other people besides the riot police.

A nimble figure shuttled across the gargoyles on the edge of the Gothic building, his movements full of strange beauty and rhythm, almost eye-catching. The police's thermal weapons seemed to have limited killing power on this plant killer, and some people were injured, but not seriously, while the masked man in the air was trying to divert the opponent's attention away from the police.

He used various methods, including but not limited to verbal provocation and strange movements, to mock a plant. Moses watched for half a minute and felt that the child should be young.

Batman quietly descended from the roof to the ground, pulling away a policeman who was nearly hit by spores spit out by the flower bud next to him: "Be careful, it's poisonous."

"Oh, thank you." Gordon staggered and turned around to meet Moses' eyes. He was stunned. But he reacted quickly. He didn't raise his gun to guard or ask any more questions. He spoke faster and said, "It's Poison Ivy. Xiao Chou developed a strange toxin and injected Poison Ivy with it. Now all the plants she controls have mutated. We have to escape from here and collect the antidote for the Titan test agent..."

"Me and--" Moses glanced at the dangerous battlefield, "He and I will hold back Poison Ivy. Can you guys rush into Arkham and find the antidote?"

"I'll try," the police chief said cautiously, "unless I die in there, I'll come out with the antidote."

Moses patted him on the shoulder, walked around the policemen and ran towards the familiar figure.

"Back off! Move to the lower left!" He shouted, and at the same time he raised his hand and fired two bat darts. The seemingly small weapons crossed a smooth curve and hit the center of the Piranha Plant. The moment they came into contact, there was a not very strong explosion. A faint cry of Poison Ivy came from inside the plant, and the surrounding vines began to twitch wildly and began to whip around irregularly.

The young man who received the hint was well prepared. He rolled to the lower left according to Moses' instructions, perfectly avoiding the tentacles with the disgusting slime.

"God, thanks for your firepower, but a weak attack won't work on this thing. Do you have a bigger partner?"

"No." Moses moved through the gravel that the plants had left behind. "I'm not here to fight her to the death."

He began to think that this young man looked familiar. But Moses probably hadn't seen him before, so maybe he was someone Batman knew.

The other party turned around in his busy schedule. This time Moses saw his face and found that the shape of the mask was also a bit like a bat. He was relieved. After all, it was better to meet a friend than an opponent in such a ghost place. But Batman actually had friends? This Gotan Knight gave Moses the impression of a lone walker in the dark.

The sense of trust that rose in his heart at this moment was almost the same as when he saw Alfred.

"Uh." The young man in Nightwing uniform, whose real name is Dick Grayson, also looked at him and said, "Have we met somewhere before?"