Chapter 1729 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoner of the Batcave (XII)

When Bruce appeared in front of the Robins, they were shocked, and Harley took the time to explain to them: "This is Bruce Wayne from another world. Well, of course he is still young and not Batman, but he has the potential."

Nightwing walked over and patted Bruce's head gently, then looked at his pale face with concern and said: "What's wrong? Is he injured?"

Seeing the Joker following in, Nightwing immediately stepped back vigilantly. He blocked Bruce behind him. Just as he was about to ask if the Joker abused Bruce, Harley said from behind: "He was asking for death and had to respond to the Outer Gods. As a result, the forbidden knowledge eroded his brain. Now, he can't speak clearly."

But Bruce ignored Harley's mocking attitude. He still followed his instinct and walked to Harley's side blankly, picked up the printed materials from the table, and then read them eagerly with his eyes lit up.

"Guess what he will become?" The Joker said with a smile, "I am looking forward to the results of the incubation."

No one paid attention to him, mainly because a new round of information came from the opposite universe, and this time it was even more outrageous.

In response to Reed's conjecture, many top scientists began to study the possibility that this was an alloy, but first they needed the opposite universe to cooperate with them to complete a series of testing experiments.

In addition to Harley who was acting as a fax machine, little Bruce who was absorbing knowledge nutrients, and the Joker who was squatting in the corner watching, the two sets of Robin were fully engaged in a large number of experiments, sampling and testing, recording data, analyzing data, transmitting data, and then continuing to test according to the requirements of the opposite side, and then summarizing the data and drawing conclusions.

This step alone took three full days, and it was three shifts without sleep. There were people conducting experiments at any time for three days. The number of test reports obtained in the end was as many as a mountain, which could bury everyone.

However, the top scientists represented by Reed did get the results they wanted. The separation properties and arrangement performance differences in the molecular structure presented in the material testing showed that Reed's assumptions were very likely to be true.

In this case, they can conduct a series of conduction experiments on the properties of this material, find the best way to stimulate all properties, and then analyze the practical significance of its functions.

After conducting a series of experiments including magic energy infusion, rune etching, etc., many scientists found that the changes in the material properties brought about by most stimulation methods were not obvious enough.

"Could it be that the greatest property of this material is anti-gravity absorption of magic and generation of radiation?" Bruce Banner frowned and looked at the series of information on the big screen and said: "We have conducted so many tests and have not been able to find its other functions."

"To be honest, it's amazing enough." Spider-Man said with his hands on his hips: "Anti-gravity alone provides a unique advantage. There can't be any strange effects, right?"

But the three recognized geniuses in the conference room, namely Reed, Doctor Doom Doom and Tony Stark, have different opinions on this.

"The more this happens, the more I feel that there must be something behind the darkness." Reed's tone became a little lighter, as if he had received divine inspiration: "Something behind the stable dark characteristics requires specific conditions to be stimulated. It must be... it must be..."

"It must be related to the purpose of these people." Stark continued, with a trace of pain on his face. He was obviously exhausting his inspiration to make a judgment like a revelation: "They will not attack this city for no reason. If they do this, it proves that this city must be affected, but it is not just to make the people here crazy, maybe it will also be..."

"...Use madness." Doom's tone was still low, but he spoke intermittently, without any rigorous logic in his daily life, as if he was telling a myth: "They want to use madness to drive something crazy, and then let him... let him..."

Doom couldn't say any more, and then there was a long silence in the conference hall. The inspiration of the three geniuses on Earth could only guess this step at most. They had too little information. Even this step seemed to be a subjective judgment completely out of touch with reality.

The three people felt great pain at the same time, because they knew that they were just one step away from the truth, just a little inspiration away, but they were just one step away from the last spark.

But at this moment, the screen suddenly changed. Little Bruce, who had caught up with the progress of the experiment at a crazy reading speed, sat there blankly for several hours, and suddenly jumped up like crazy.

He knocked away Jason who was sitting in front of the laboratory table and Red Robin who was standing next to him, and rushed to the sample placed in the cover of the laboratory table. It was a small piece of metal window frame.

Little Bruce stretched out his hand and smashed the cover with a force that he shouldn't have, picked up a piece of the fragment, and scratched it on his palm.

Blood suddenly gushed out and dripped on that section of the sample. Everyone was rushing towards him, but Little Bruce looked at Constantine with his blue eyes.

Constantine was stunned. He didn't hear Bruce say anything, but he was sure that Bruce was asking him to open his magic vision.

He felt some kind of terror lingering, so he opened his magic vision almost without pausing, and then shouted to everyone: "Don't move, it's glowing!"

Bruce groaned in pain and sat down with his back against the experimental table, as if he had lost consciousness, and Constantine immediately gave everyone magic vision.

Everyone in the SHIELD conference room watched this amazing accident, and then saw endless darkness at the moment of magic vision.

It was a kind of light, but it was darkness. It could be felt that it radiated like light, but it radiated completely lightless darkness, like a broken black hole.

"Door..."

Bruce uttered a word vaguely, and Red Robin hurriedly half-knelt down and hugged him, and then he heard Bruce say another word in his ear: "Key..."

The final inspiration came.

Stark yelled, "Someone wants to open a door in Gotham - Batman is the key!!!"

After Harley repeated this, the first to scream was the Joker. He seemed to feel something, grabbing his face with pale fingers and said, "No! No! Damn it! This group of stupid, dirty people... How dare they... They don't understand at all..."

Then he said in an extremely cruel tone: "Batman's darkness is definitely not a tool given by others!!! They all deserve to die! They all deserve to die!!!!"

Red Robin was confused by this series of accidents. He didn't react for a while, but the little Bruce in his arms had already broken free from his restraints with an amazing force, and threw himself back on the platform again, holding the metal fragments tightly with his bleeding hands.

Little Bruce looked down at it.

At that moment, the extraordinary vision of inspiration given to him by countless forbidden knowledge, the sharp hearing brought by the chaotic and terrifying whispers in his brain, and the sublime sensitivity provided by his printing all merged into one -

He lowered his head and stared into the abyss.

The next second, Bruce's vision was wrapped in endless darkness. He felt his consciousness travel through time and space, finally penetrated the solid surface that ordinary people could not penetrate, and fell into the abyss.

And when he opened his eyes again in the thick and lightless darkness, he saw... a huge dragon.

"Stupid." Strange in front of the screen looked at Bruce's actions and commented, "That kind of darkness obviously comes from a creature with a much higher standard than him. It's not a joke that you can't look directly at a god. Many times when you see a god, you have been marked by him."

But at this moment, Schiller smiled, and everyone's eyes turned to him again. Strange suddenly felt familiar, so he stared at Schiller and said, "It won't be you again..."

"Just playing the game against the enemy." Schiller stood up and stretched, and then found that the suit hindered his movements. Strange raised his eyebrows, looked him up and down, and shouted, "Greed?"

Schiller nodded, yawned again and said, "I spent some time to, uh, the literary way of saying it is to stare into the abyss, but it's better to say it's the updated version."

Schiller sat down again, glanced at Bruce, and then said, "I think you should still remember that Arrogance merged with the Joker, or there was only one Arrogance, which was cut open first and then returned to its original state."

Bruce Russ nodded, indicating that he still remembered this experience, and Greedy continued: "This is not entirely a bad thing. The crazy wisdom of the Joker added a Gotham version of darkness to him. This is a version update that makes him adapt to this universe. He has already done it."

"So you have only updated recently?" Strange said with some confusion: "Then what did you update?"

"Remember the genius inspiration and wisdom that Batman and Stark left me? At that time, I was able to break through the limitations of autism and learn things that I couldn't concentrate on learning. I updated this."

"So you are also a science genius now?"

"The key point of this sentence is to break through the limitations of autism concentration." Schiller shrugged lightly and said: "For a long time, I could only concentrate on learning a certain aspect of knowledge, and I neither paid attention to nor absorbed other aspects, but now to some extent, this limitation has been broken."

"What did you learn? Mathematics and physics?" Strange asked.

"I learned... the knowledge of the Outer Gods." Schiller smiled widely.

Constantine almost spit out a mouthful of water. He opened his mouth and closed it again, and after a while he said, "I'm honored that your first choice is mysticism, but to be honest, it's not necessary."

But Schiller still smiled and said, "If I don't learn this, how can I set a big alarm for a dark culprit in Gotham?"

At this moment, somewhere in a completely dark space, when the thick darkness was about to swallow little Bruce, some strange and terrible whispers surrounded him, which were the old marks left on him by Nyarlathotep.

The mark of the Outer Gods and the erosion of the dark power stagnated after the initial collision. As Nyarlathotep paid attention to this place, Bruce instinctively chanted the forbidden knowledge brought by the horrible whispers, and the crazy whispers began to fill the entire space.

As the whispers became louder and louder, a pair of huge vertical pupils that were closed slowly opened, and a complex emotion of doubt flashed across them. To sum it up, what the hell is this noise? ! !

Alarm Immortal Schiller