Chapter 2374: Battle Between Bats (XV)

Chapter 2405 Bats Fight (XV)

Nick didn't seem surprised by the new Spider-Man. Even though he was Bruce Wayne, he just took him to the locker room without any fuss.

So Spider-Batman, or Bat Spider-Man, or simply a special Spider-Man, had a brand new uniform.

The clothes were a tights more like Spider-Man's, which didn't look out of place on him. The hood was more like Batman's, but it was all-inclusive, without revealing the chin, but with two pointed ears.

This uniform actually looked more like Daredevil, but the color was not as bright. It was Batman's usual black. Fortunately, the pattern on the chest was not a spider, and the pattern on the tights was not a spider web, otherwise it would look like Venom.

The black of this uniform was a bit special. The reflection was a colorful metallic color. There was a bat pattern on the chest, but the center of the bat was hollowed out with a spider pattern. The shape of the spider's legs cut the bat's wings into pieces, which had a weird beauty.

Bruce has a good figure, stronger than most Spider-Mans, in short, wider, and looks more majestic in a tights.

"I'll add a cape for him." Bruce said.

"You know it's useless in combat."

"But it's a symbol of knighthood."

"Okay, if you like it." Nick shrugged and said, "Come here, let's test the performance of the new suit."

Bruce followed him and found that this suit was not just for decoration. In fact, it was fireproof, waterproof, and electrical. Basically, it was fireproof, waterproof, and electrical. It was basically fireproof. There were micro communicators and spider silk launchers on the arms, hidden nano gliders on the back, and environmental detection, chips, and micro drones hidden in the legs.

"We have updated most of Spider-Man's uniforms." Nick said, "In order to enable them to better complete various combat missions while ensuring their own safety."

"Spider-Man has great strength, so there is no need for too much improvement in this regard. Their dexterity is also good, so they don't need more tools to assist in movement."

"On the contrary, they need a more accurate judgment of the surrounding environment and the ability to request support at any time. I hope you also remember this. If you can't beat them, call for help. What you lack the least is manpower."

Bruce nodded and didn't express any opinions. He was different from other Batmans. He knew how bad he was. Anyone who came was better than him, so there was no need to question whether others could help.

After testing the battle suit, Bruce quickly entered the portal. What appeared in front of him was a ruin, and in the center of the ruins stood a man wearing a shiny silver-white helmet and a long cloak behind him.

Bruce was discovered as soon as he landed. The other party just raised his hand, and Bruce fell directly to the ground.

Bruce immediately understood that the other party's ability was to manipulate gravity, which happened to be not his area of ​​expertise. He could hardly calculate the center of gravity in those complex physics problems.

Bruce took a deep breath, and his muscles suddenly swelled. The huge power brought to him by the spider mutation came into play at this time. He withstood the huge pressure of gravity and stood up.

The other party was a little surprised and a little surprised, but soon raised his hand again, and a greater gravity pressed down, and Bruce was pressed down again.

On the street next to the two of them, two sneaky figures were standing at the alley and looking around.

"Who is that guy? Spider-Man? Why haven't I seen this kind before?" Harley said in a strange way, "His figure is a little familiar, but I forgot where I saw it."

"You dragged me out just to watch others fight?" Bruce said with his arms crossed, "I thought you found some important clues."

"Actually, it's both. The important clues may be hidden in the way they fight." Harley said, "Do you feel a little strange? According to our previous inference, these personalities may come from some memories that impressed David."

Bruce nodded.

"Then what about their superpowers?" Harley raised a doubt, "It's impossible that David would think about what superpowers they have every time he sees something? Even if he likes to think so, he can't think so in every memory."

"Hmm." Bruce snorted without comment.

"Either he's gone crazy and everything he sees looks like a superpower, or the superpowers of these things are not his original association, but are added later."

"What you mean is..."

"These things may be David's precious memories, but they were originally just memories, not superpowers. Something gave them superpowers and turned them into the superpowers they are now."

"Are you saying that their powers are given by something?"

"That's right." Harley analyzed: "Since it is a spiritual world, it should be viewed according to the rules of the spiritual world. To transform an inanimate object in a certain memory fragment into a superpower with special abilities and personality, this purposeful and consistent transformation cannot happen naturally in the mind, nor can it be caused by some uncontrollable pathology."

"This change is orderly and regular, so there must be some intelligent existence behind it." Harley said: "This existence may be someone other than David, or it may be David himself."

Little Bruce frowned deeply, thought for a while and said: "You think the latter is more likely, right?"

"Yes, this kind of Internal transformation is difficult to be influenced by others, but more easily by oneself. Just like when you decide to forget a memory or remember it forever, this will promote the change of this memory, or gradually fade or become solid. "

"So why did David do this?"

"You have to ask David himself."

"After going around in a circle, we are back to the starting point." Little Bruce sneered and said, "If we want to find David, we have to defeat these strange personalities, but to find out how these personalities appear, we have to find David. Oh, dead loop."

Harry also laughed disdainfully and said, "I don't need to look for David like you do, wait."

Harry's upper half of the body suddenly disappeared.

Bruce was startled and his pupils shrank suddenly, but he found that Harley did not split into two halves, but the upper half of the body was sticking out from an invisible window.

I couldn't see anything when I walked to the side, only a thin line, as if the existing picture was suddenly opened and then the head stuck out from the hole.

After a while, Harley came back, snapped her fingers and said, "I just went to chat and got a lot of useful information. Let's go."

"Where to?"

"Of course, we're going to find David, but only a part of David. He is the leader of the Spirit School, called Lord-Trauma (Lord of Trauma). His ability is telepathy, and he can also absorb other personalities. It was he who proposed the idea of ​​the Spirit School to absorb other personalities to strengthen itself."

"What on earth did you go for?" Bruce said with narrowed eyes.

"Don't worry about it, let's go."

"How to go?" Bruce looked up and saw that there were still many personalities wandering on the street, and they seemed irritable and unpredictable.

"Can you find a car?" Harley looked around and found no means of transportation, so she said, "Let's go and find that weird car."

"How do we find him now?"

Harley looked around and found a taxi stand at the end of the street. She stood under the stand, stretched out her hand and shouted loudly, "TAXI!"

With a sizzle, the sound of brakes came from the smoke. Bruce had to wave his hand in front of him. When the smoke cleared, he saw that the Batmobile carrying Barry and Flash Batman stopped in front of him.

Barry and Flash Batman were a little confused because they were not on this road just now, but the Batmobile adapted well. He said, "I heard someone calling a taxi. Come on, lady."

"Thank you." Harley smiled and pinched the non-existent skirt to salute him, then got in the car.

"What's going on?" Bruce asked in a low voice, "You haven't shown these abilities before."

"Don't forget that this is in the spiritual world." Harley also lowered her voice and said, "You think you can only use the abilities in the real world here because your thinking is limited, and I can't, so I can make my wishes come true."

"Mental patients have broad thinking?"

"I say again, I'm not crazy." Harley rolled her eyes and said, "Sorry, can I drive? I think we should hurry up."

"Uh, is there a possibility that this car can drive itself." Barry said, "I mean this Batman... uh, this Batmobile, this Batman..."

"Okay, get out of the way." Harley pushed Barry away from the driver's seat, took control of the steering wheel herself, and stepped on the accelerator.

"Wow, lady!" Batmobile exclaimed, "Great racer!"

With a whoosh, the huge off-road vehicle disappeared at the end of the street, and when it reappeared, they had arrived in front of a house painted orange.

Barry got out of the car and saw "Shomron" written on the mailbox at the door, and Harley had already walked up and rang the doorbell.

Soon the door opened, and a young man appeared inside. Harley greeted him and said, "Hello, David, or should I call you the Lord of Trauma?"

The other party's expression immediately froze, and Harley didn't treat herself as an outsider at all. She squeezed into the house directly through the gap between her body and the door frame. This David obviously wanted to chase her, causing several people behind to squeeze in, and even the Batmobile broke the glass and poked its head in.

"Who are you? How can you break into someone else's house like this? And why am I..."

"Because we are not David's personality." Harley folded her arms and looked back, "You can't absorb us, and it's hard to hurt us."

"How did you find this place? The group outside..."

"We didn't encounter the group of personalities outside at all. You don't need to care about the specific way they came. I just want to know where the real David is."

At this time, Flash Batman noticed that there was a family photo on the table in the living room of this house. The boy standing in the middle looked exactly like the young man, except that he had long hair.

The young man known as the Lord of Trauma looked gloomy, and he said, "What do you know?"

"These personalities became personalities from the elements in the memory and possessed superpowers. It was not caused by disease or occurred naturally. It was David who did it." Harley's tone was very sure. She said, "There must be a key event that caused David to do this. Where is he?"

The other party's expression became heavier. He said, "Outsider, this is our own business. You are not welcome here."

Harley snapped her fingers, and little Bruce understood. Countless tentacles gushed out from behind him, and the whole house was shrouded in desperate darkness and crazy muttering.

The Lord of Trauma's expression froze again and again, and finally he had to grit his teeth and say: "Don't damage the house!"

"Will you tell us?"

"Don't think about it." The young man turned his eyes away and said: "You can't find him, and even if you find him, he's just an impostor."

"Tell me about the impostor in detail."

"You can find this place, it must be him who leaked the news." The Lord of Trauma turned his eyes away and said: "The guy who is suppressing all personalities in the castle now is not David at all. David has disappeared long ago."

Harry poked his head out: Let a little idiot explain it!