Chapter 1656 No Time to Die (XIX)

Chapter 1629 No Time to Die (XIX)

"It seems that you don't like me talking too much. Well, I can understand that. So where are you going to take me next? Do you also have a super cool big laboratory? Can we study your cape there? Or I can also let you study my spider silk launcher, which is actually special..."

When Spider-Man said this, he saw the death stare cast by Batman, so he immediately pinched his index fingers and thumbs on his mouth and slid them flatly, making a zipper motion, indicating that he would stop talking.

Batman waved his cape and jumped down from the tall building. Spider-Man followed closely behind. Even though Batman had used his fastest speed, Spider-Man could still keep up, and effortlessly, Batman took him all the way to the Batcave.

Batman was opening the door when he heard a series of exclamations from behind him. Spider-Man was like a frog whose switch was pressed, and a series of "wow wow wow wow wow" came out of his head.

"This is so cool, isn't it?! What is this? Is it the mysterious dark core? This door is so amazing! Is this combination lock for face recognition? And this handle, you carved a bat pattern on it, it's absolutely amazing."

"Stay still, don't touch it, there are weapons on the door." Batman dutifully reminded every Robin who came here for the first time, and then went to open his complicated bat lock.

Batman swore that he didn't look at what Spider-Man was doing for about a minute and a half, and it was definitely no more than two minutes, and then he heard a "click" behind him.

When Spider-Man appeared in front of him again, he was holding the door handle with the bat pattern he had carefully carved in his hand.

Batman's eyes widened slightly, and Spider-Man was like a child who had done something wrong. He quickly explained: "I didn't mean to take it down on purpose. I thought the pattern on it was very beautiful, and I wanted to see the details underneath. As a result, I applied force and..."

"I'm really sorry. I will compensate you, or if you have a machine tool, I can make you an identical one."

Batman glanced at the super alloy door handle on the safety lock he had just reinforced to confirm the safety status, and then looked up at Spider-Man, who had not yet fully grown and could be called thin arms and legs.

He said nothing, waved his cape, turned around and said: "No need to compensate, but don't touch it anymore."

Batman began to continue to unlock the thirteenth lock of his door, but at this time he heard Spider-Man's voice coming from behind.

"This thing looks pretty solid, how come it broke? I know I'm pretty strong, and I often study the things in Mr. Stark's lab, but I haven't broken any of them so far. Is it because the things there are stronger, or did Mr. Stark reinforce them specially?"

Batman's fingers paused as he pressed the keys, and his chest, which was as solid and stable as a statue, rose and fell slightly, but he continued to concentrate on unlocking the door.

"Have you brought others here before? Batman, it seems that I'm not the first one. You must have brought your children here. Do they break things too? Well, I'm not saying that they should break things, but I often broke Mr. Stark's things before, but fortunately he never cared because he was rich..."

"Robins have been here." When Batman himself didn't notice it, the pronunciation of the word Robin was heavier than before.

"I've wanted to ask this for a long time. What exactly is Robin? Is your hobby to raise pet birds? It's really rare for a bat to raise birds."

"They are my assistants, about the same age as you."

"So that's how it is." Spider-Man nodded, and he looked at the door handle in his hand and said, "I said there should be a superhero team."

"Are you Stark's assistant?"

Spider-Man was stunned for a moment when he heard this question. He scratched his head and then said, "The assistant in your definition should be someone who can help you, right? I rarely help Mr. Stark, but he always helps me, and he doesn't ask for anything in return. Sometimes I think he is like my father."

"So what do your parents think?"

"I don't have parents. They died when I was just born, but I have uncles and aunts. They don't know that I'm a superhero yet." Spider-Man lowered his arms in frustration and said, "But I think they will find out soon."

After hearing Spider-Man's answer that his parents died when he was very young, Batman's fingertips paused slightly again.

As the door opened, a gust of cold wind rushed out from inside. Spider-Man followed Batman into the huge base, and then he saw Batman's magnificent collections without any surprise.

"Oh my god, this place is a hundred times cooler than I thought!!!" Spider-Man was so excited that his voice almost broke. His head spun back and forth like a top, and like a gust of wind, he "whooshed" here and "whooshed" there.

"What is this? Where did this big dinosaur come from? Did you go to Jurassic Park? And this medal, my God! This statue is so cool, it matches my uniform so well..."

In the next dozens of minutes, a red and blue figure swept through the entire Bat Cave like a whirlwind. Spider-Man, with his flexible skills and swift speed, touched all the bat collections within the visible range.

Batman had no objection, and he knew he couldn't have an opinion, because he knew that once Spider-Man stopped, the terrible storm of chatterboxes would fill the entire Bat Cave.

But the tolerance of the visiting time did not bring better results. When Spider-Man realized through these strange bat collections that he had really come to a brand new universe and was about to experience a brand new legendary adventure, he was completely excited.

Spider mutation will provide Spider-Man with energy and concentration far beyond ordinary people, and when the mutation factor in Spider-Man's body is excited, it will cause Spider-Man to produce a series of excited emotions physiologically, making him more lively and active, even a little crazy.

"By the way, you said before that you wanted me to be your assistant, right? You must have said that, right? Being your assistant means that I can collect these collections with you all over the universe, right? We go and defeat those super-cool monsters, unload the spoils from them, and then carry them back to our own homes, and turn this place into the most-explosive museum in the universe."

Spider-Man stretched out his two arms and waved them continuously, and Batman, who was listening, perfectly filtered out the very extreme adjectives that would never appear in Gotham in Spider-Man's words, and then nodded.

Spider-Man cheered, jumped high on the spot, and then hit his head on the ceiling about five meters high. He fell to the ground, then covered his head and shook his head dizzily, and then said to Batman with expectant body language: "When do we start?"

"First, your uniform..."

Spider-Man was stunned for a moment, and then took off his hood in front of Batman's shocked eyes. He shook his soft brown curly hair and said: "Anyway, you know I'm Peter Parker, there's no need to wear a mask."

"Can't I just trick you?"

"What? Don't you know, just guessing? God, you're too cunning!"

Batman was speechless. He looked at the young boy's tender face in front of him. He had short brown, slightly curly hair. The hair looked good, shiny and soft, but it looked like he didn't comb it well before wearing the mask, and the action of taking off the mask was too rough, resulting in a chicken coop on his head now.

His eyes are dark brown with a little gray tint, and his pupils are wide open in the dim bat cave. He looks innocent, which is in line with his personality. There are some inconspicuous sun spots under his eyelids and in the middle of his nose, and his cheeks still have some baby fat.

Peter Parker's appearance is not eye-catching, like the ordinary white boys in public high schools. The only advantage of his appearance is probably his body proportions. He has long limbs, broad shoulders and narrow waist. Although he has not fully developed, he can already imagine the perfect body of the golden ratio in the future.

"What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with me?" Peter Parker looked down at himself, rubbed his face with his hands, and looked at his back in circles like a dog chasing its tail.

Batman shook his head and said, "No, it's okay, let's go."

"Then why are you staring at me? Ah, wait, where are you going? I mean where are we going together, what is that room used for? It can't be a magical door to your adventure place, right?"

"That's the physical examination room, we have to give you a physical examination first."

The expected doubts and questions did not come, Peter nodded as if he heard the words "the world is round", and then followed Batman obediently into the door of the room.

This attitude made Batman look him up and down again. Spider-Man spread his hands in confusion and said, "Why are you looking at me?"

"Don't you dislike physical examinations?"

"I have a physical examination every year."

Batman was silent, and then Peter thought he had misunderstood something, and explained again: "Ah, you may think that I am a child from a poor family, so I don't understand the importance of physical examinations. My family is indeed not rich, but my uncle never saves money in this regard. Even if we can't go to a big hospital, we will have routine physical examinations in community hospitals."

"Regular physical examinations are the best investment in health. 80% of human diseases can be discovered and treated in the early stage, and the cost can be reduced by more than half. My last physical examination was on March 21st this year. It showed that everything was normal except that my heart rate was a little fast."

"Oh, by the way, I memorized all the data from the previous physical examinations. Do you want to listen? I am 17 years old, 178 cm tall, and weigh 64 kg..."

"Stop, what I mean is, don't you worry that others will use your physical data to do bad things?"

Peter blinked and said, "Can he use my physical data to do something bad, to trick people into signing up for gym memberships?"

"If he has your physical data, he can analyze your physical weaknesses."

"But my body has no weaknesses."

Batman was silent again.

About half an hour later, Peter sat up from the last physical examination machine, and Batman looked at the dense data report and found that Peter was not lying - Spider-Man's body had no weaknesses.