Chapter 94: Ge Tan at Night

After a while, Batman broke the silence.

Thanks to the voice changer, the dignity of the Dark Knight is preserved.

He walked up to Moses and said darkly, "It seems you betrayed us, Nightwing."

Dick: I'm not, I don't!

Also because of the voice changer, he was unable to recognize the identity of the person at the first time, and could not help but move closer to Bruce, the real Batman. But just as he took half a step forward, he heard a crisp metallic buzzing sound, and Batman drew his sword from its sheath and shouted, "Back off!"

“…”

Dick looked at Moses questioningly and drew Damian's initials 'D' in the air with his finger.

Moses nodded, raised his forearm and hammered the claws around his back off the stage, cutting off the mess quickly: "Don't ask questions, just leave first."

Nightwing smiled bitterly. He had to watch as the Dark Knight took his hook and jumped off the arena, escaping from the encirclement of dozens of claws. While picking up the video in the audience, he pressed the head of a white mask with his left hand and slammed it against the seat in front.

As the bone-breaking sound was heard, the knees of another white-masked man who was about to escape behind him went weak and he collapsed on the back of a chair.

The blonde who answered the phone earlier shouted, "Wake up all the claws! Stop them!"

Damian and Dick fought back to back against the endless stream of killers. As they advanced, Dick whispered to him, "How did you get into this outfit?"

Batman looked ahead coldly and ruthlessly: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Wayne Technology, experimental prosthetic model X156D, equipped with an exoskeleton and basic artificial intelligence. There is an optical imaging system in the jaw that can modify the facial contour." Robin dropped from the sky and squeezed into the chaotic battlefield. After answering Nightwing's question, he asked, "Is Bruce okay?"

Red Hood held an Ithaca 37-style pistol in his hand, which was loaded with Batman-friendly riot bullets. He added while firing: "He mainly refers to the anger value. But I guess Bruce was the angrier when he saw you, and now he should have been too angry."

"Squiggly." Tim corrected him, "Unless Bruce has lost his memory, he will have to have a serious talk with us sooner or later."

"I'm sure I'm not looking forward to this at all."

**

System: "Interview, how do you feel now?"

The Gotan Knight responded with a slightly numb expression.

Behind them were a mighty swarm of claws. If someone looked down from above, it looked like a group of people playing a real-life snake game in a dark underground maze. Damian wanted to be the last one to leave, but was stopped by an adult with a good reason: "You can't turn your armor around. In order to protect the cervical spine, its head and upper body are connected together."

“…”

The others thought at the same time, no wonder Damian remained still from the neck up throughout the whole process.

No wonder Batman would leave a brand new suit of armor lying around.

Bruce knows so much, obviously he only knew it after trying it. I wonder how he felt when he found out that his head had turned into a gyroscope after putting it on.

Damn, there is so much I want to express, but I can’t even say anything.

From then on, the maze remained eerily quiet, with only the sound of birds flapping their wings.

After a long while, Dick finally asked, "The Justice League is waiting outside. How can we locate them?"

Rather, does Bruce really want to give a positioning?

Which option would have more disastrous consequences: a group of superheroes greet you at the door, or a group of superheroes rush in to save... the beauty (I really don't mean Baby Bruce).

Will anyone die? How many people?

"I'll make the call." However, Batman's voice was unexpectedly calm. "There's an open space above the southern part of the maze. You guys retreat after we reach our destination."

Damian's throat was hoarse from not speaking for a long time. "How did you know?"

"I am familiar with Ge Tan."

The buttons on the cuffs are actually sound wave generators, which come into play at this moment.

Outside the maze, Superman raised his head, his bright red cape facing the morning sun, and looked in the direction where the sun was rising.

“Here they come.”

He said softly.

"What?"

"bat."

As soon as the words fell, groups of Chiroptera rushed in from all directions, like a cloud of mist rushing forward from the end of the street. They suddenly dispersed when approaching the heroes of the Justice League, and then slowly gathered in front.

"GL," Superman said, "Can you hold up the structure while I break the ground and prevent a massive collapse?"

"No problem." The Green Lantern snapped his fingers, and the light ring lit up, and a fluorescent excavator appeared out of nowhere. "In fact, I can take on the excavation work as well."

"No," Superman politely declined, "I'll come faster."

He half-knelt on the concrete floor, aimed at the point where the bats would land and punched down. The grayish-white chemical products could not withstand the steel body of Krypton, and the ground immediately broke into layers, with the cracks stabbing into the distance like a winding snake.

This was not the end, Superman delivered another blow at the center of force. Then half of the island felt the ground shaking, as if the planet was trying to shake off dust. The city residents woke up from their sleep one after another, looking in the direction of the movement with fear and composure.

The sun is rising.

The city of Gotham is opening its eyes.

They welcomed a new day.

The early spring morning light penetrates the mist and dust and falls on the cold owl's nest.

Green load-bearing beams rose from the ground, supporting the sinking soil.

The bats saw the breakthrough, and they let out sharp and violent cries, swarming down. The black mist engulfed the crowd, the claws, the owls that were running around in fear, and the white masks that fell at the end.

The black-haired, blue-eyed young man blended into the tangled army and strode over to the blonde woman who looked familiar to him. He raised his hand to strangle her throat to muffle her voice, and with his other hand he took off his mask.

——Samantha Vanaver, the noble woman he had once dated in a restaurant, looked up at him tremblingly.

"It's you. So this is the true face of the court? A group of 'nobles' who have been corrupted by power and profit, doing vile and ugly things in order to control the city."

Samantha smiled weakly, and when the other party's fingers loosened slightly, she asked harshly: "Those bats... do they carry germs?"

"I'll decide whether to give you the antidote depending on the situation. Now," the next moment her head was slammed against the wall, "tell me, what is your purpose in looking for Batman?"

"I thought you would be more concerned about Richard Grayson."

The man's grip increased in strength, and his voice deepened: "Don't test my patience. I will crush your cervical vertebrae and let you know what it feels like to be a little paralyzed and unconscious."

Samantha suspected that he could directly press her head with his bare hands to cause internal bleeding. In just a few seconds, she felt black in front of her eyes, and her brain was beating wildly, indicating danger.

She gritted her teeth and endured for a moment, then felt a warm hand slowly pressing on the back of her neck.

——For a moment, Samantha was horrified.

"I said! Don't do it!" The noble lady, who had never experienced danger before, screamed in an unbearable manner. She held her wrist to calm herself down and answered incoherently, "We, we heard that he has a plan related to the parallel universe!"

This is no secret. Batman has learned about the cutting-edge technology on Earth and in the universe through certain channels, and many well-informed organizations have heard about it.

However, they are still not sure where this Justice League consultant will set up his research lab and what results he plans to achieve.

"And what? What does this have to do with the court?"

"We have a coordinate that was passed down a long, long time ago. I don't know when it started... I swear we still haven't figured it out! Batman might be able to help us figure out the reason behind it... Uh!" Samantha stopped talking. She struggled with her head in pain, looking at Bruce in shock and anger. "What did you use on me? Truth serum?"

"Tell me! What do the coordinates represent?!"

"You—don't even think about it!"

She laughed so hard that blood gushed out of the corners of her mouth and she made continuous coughing sounds.

"Wayne... Wayne Bruce, you are really not an ordinary person."

"I still have a chance." The Dark Knight rushed over the moment he noticed her little movement, but he failed to stop the woman from committing suicide. He only looked at Samantha's face and concluded that she was beyond saving. The young man's blue eyes were stained with haze: "I will interrogate your companions one by one. Pain and fear will always make people speak."

“You can try.” Samantha’s voice gradually faded. “For my own dying sake, I just don’t understand…what is your relationship with Batman? And why did the Justice League go to such great lengths to save you?”

“…”

"Please." Youya briefly appeared on the woman's body again when she was about to die. She begged, "You can know that there is no bug on me. Let me know this secret, otherwise I will not rest in peace in hell."

The playboy from Gotham City gave a slightly sarcastic sneer.

"I am nominally one of their sponsors."

"Really?"

"Actually—I am the Batman."

"!!!"

Samantha's pupils were already beginning to dilate.

She looked at the man in front of her in a daze and shock. In fact, the poison circulating in her blood had blurred her vision. She suspected that the conversation just now was just her imagination, or it was another harmless joke by Bruce Wayne.

But a voice in her heart told her: This is true.

"Bruce...are you from Gotham?"

These were her last utterances before she left for another country.

Samantha didn't wait for a response.

But Batman gave her the answer: "Gotan belongs to me."

The last bat flapped its wings, passed through the boundary between sunlight and darkness, and flew into an unknown underground world.

It left Bruce Wayne on the light side.

The heat from the stars is projected onto the frost-covered body, bringing a dreamlike warmth.

The vigilante Gotham turned around and found that his family and friends had been waiting for him in the shining city for a long time. Everyone smiled and turned their heads away, avoiding his gaze, but the atmosphere of ease and joy always lingered around the heroes.

He relaxed briefly.

Then Green Lantern spoke up: "You know what? I'm already wondering what the headlines will be tomorrow. We didn't hide it when we got here."

The Flash: "...Is it too late for me to run back to Canterlot?"

The alliance consultant immediately had a splitting headache.

There is no such thing as a holiday, a rest, or the end of a major event.

The people standing in front of him were not his assistants or colleagues, but a group of tacit debt collectors.

He smoothed his lips and exhaled silently, then gave orders expressionlessly: "Robin, investigate the whereabouts of the escaped court members and their other bases. Nightwing, you and Robin will act together. Red Hood, send Damian's armor to Lucius, and let him help make a uniform suitable for Damian. Damian, you go back to Wayne Manor and explain to Alfred everything that happened last night."

All minors have no opinion.

Damian might have an opinion, but he couldn't nod or shake his head, and Nightwing had gagged him.

"And you guys." Batman looked in the direction of the Justice League. "There will be a meeting in the Watchtower in an hour. The topic of the meeting is..."

The Flash: "Parallel universe?"

“It’s crisis PR.”

“…”