Chapter 2515: Battle for the Cloak (45)

Chapter 2489: The Battle for the Cape (Forty-Five)

Batwoman is at the Gotham Police Department.

She was not here to investigate a case. When the fog first appeared, she found that she was teleported to an unfamiliar place. This Gotham was completely different from the Gotham she knew, and there was no reference to the terrain and road structure.

Batwoman thought that this would not work. If the danger level of Gotham did not decrease, but she was not familiar with it, it would be easy to capsize in the ditch, so she decided to find other Batmen.

In the thick fog, visibility was very low and communication equipment was not easy to use, so many modern methods were useless. Instead, some more primitive communication methods were more useful.

Batwoman came to the Gotham Police Department to find the Bat Lantern.

She believed that as long as this universe existed, Batman's Gotham Police Department must have a Bat Lantern, so when the fog first fell, she had already arrived at the police station, but she did not expect that the Batman of this universe became the president, and the Bat Lantern had not been used for a long time and had been put into the warehouse by Gordon.

After all, if you light up the bat lamp here, President Wayne in Washington won't be able to see it. It's better to just make a phone call and the officials of the state assembly will come over in a while.

So Batwoman fiddled with it for a long time and finally moved the bat lamp back from the corner of the warehouse, connected it to the power, and adjusted the mode. She just wanted to try the penetration effect of the bat lamp on the thick fog.

Before turning on the light, Batwoman thought the effect should be good, because when she made the bat lamp, she fully considered that the weather in Gotham was often bad. If the light did not have enough penetration effect, it would definitely not work.

As a result, after turning on the light, she found that the effect was a bit too good. Batwoman had no doubt that this level of light beam could directly penetrate the thick fog hundreds of meters high and shine the bat pattern into the sky.

She didn't expect that within two minutes of turning on the light, a figure flew over here.

This is Clark from the main universe. Most people should not have forgotten that the weird Bat family in the main universe received the communication from the main universe Batman from the Arkham universe at that time. They learned about the disaster in this universe and decided to attack collectively.

Batwoman also came, and called Clark before she came. After all, Clark was Superman. He didn't need to investigate clues first and then move forward steadily like Robin and others did. He flew directly to Washington, wanting to see the crime scene as soon as possible and find Batman who might be saved.

He did want to save Batman, but when he was flying on the road, he heard a painful voice, and the voice was somewhat familiar, that was his own voice.

Clark found the fallen Superman on the roof of a building, that is, the Superman of the Arkham Universe who was hit by an unknown sword and then fell painfully in the news seen by Robin and others.

Of course, more people's impression of him is the great adventure he had in Gotham with an excellent mental state, and the photo he took of Bruce Wayne standing on the golden toilet.

Clark brought him here.

This Superman was in a very bad condition, half asleep and half awake, and very weak. The whole person was like a pale wandering soul, but he kept talking about Batman.

Seeing this, Batwoman didn't care about the follow-up plan. She quickly found a room in the Gotham Police Department to put Superman down and check his condition.

"It's terrible." Clark said: "When I held him just now, it was as if I was holding a human being. Kryptonians are not like this. He seems to have lost all his strength."

Batwoman observed Superman's situation and found that his limbs were twitching and mumbling to himself, as if he was in a nightmare. Then Batwoman soon found that Superman was holding something in his hand.

Because he no longer had Superman's power, even Batwoman could easily pry open his fingers, and what appeared in Batwoman's hand was a colorful ring.

At the moment when the fingers opened, Clark screamed, a real scream, and instantly stepped back a few steps and hit the wall - the wall was fine, the building was fine, but it seemed that Clark was hit hard.

Batwoman was stunned. Even if the universe she was in was a gender-switched universe, the ability was not changed. She knew how strong Superman was.

Of course, Batwoman also knows that Superman has a fatal weakness, that is kryptonite. He will become weak as long as he touches kryptonite, but the problem is that Clark didn't touch it.

This is a police office, not crowded, and even very spacious. Clark stands by the window, and Batwoman stands in front of a makeshift bed. The two are at least two or three meters apart. Such a small piece of kryptonite has such a big effect?

Batwoman carefully examined the small ring in her hand. It looks like a ring worn on the thumb. The part inlaid with gems is colorful, not just green.

Batwoman thought about it. All the kryptonite she saw was green. Is there any other color of kryptonite in the world?

Then if there are other colors, perhaps the effect will be different from green, and it may be stronger than green, otherwise Clark would not have such a big reaction.

Batwoman stuffed the ring back into the hands of the lying Superman.

Superman's body seemed to be able to block the radiation of kryptonite. Clark felt that the deadly radiation was weakening. He took a deep breath, stood up, and walked over slowly.

"What is going on?"

"He sealed it with his body." Batwoman said, "Probably because he was worried that if someone found it, they would be affected by the stone."

"Kryptonite has radiation for ordinary people." Clark glanced at Batwoman inexplicably, and then said, "He might be worried that ordinary people would see him fall to the ground and get close to him and be affected by the radiation."

Batwoman obviously also guessed this. The picture shot in the news report at the time was real, but it was not taken in full. Superman held the tip of the arrow tightly when he fell, and it was the ring on it.

I'm afraid that at the moment of the attack, Superman realized what attacked him, and the first thing he thought of was that this thing had deadly radiation for ordinary people, and he had to find a way to block this radiation.

"Ordinary people are indeed very weak." Clark said, "But if a person lies on the ground and doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, there will always be someone to save him. It has nothing to do with whether he is strong or not."

You..." Clark looked at Batwoman hesitantly again. Batwoman shook her head and said, "My uniform is radiation-proof."

What Clark wanted to say was that when he saw himself being affected, his first reaction was to put the kryptonite ring back into the hands of this Superman. Does that mean that he is different from other Superman?

Wait, now is not the time to think about this. Clark shook his head and walked over to check. There were no scars on Superman's body, indicating that the culprit who caused his fall was this ring.

"Robin King..." Batwoman thought while reciting this name.

"Wait." Clark shouted, he said, "Something is wrong, his soul doesn't seem to be here."

Batwoman frowned and looked at him.

"I found out before, to be precise, after participating in the game of fighting, I found that my feelings about Kryptonians are different from my feelings about humans."

"Tell me in detail. "

"It's hard to say. It's just a kind of intuition. According to Batman, it may be because the intensity of our brain waves is completely different from that of humans, so we can't be in the same frequency, but with the same kind, especially when the brain waves are exactly the same as our own, because the intensity is too high, we can make a certain connection across the air."

Batwoman nodded, and Clark continued: "So when there are Kryptonians present, I can feel it, but now I don't feel any of my kind at the scene at all, which proves that his brain is not working. In layman's terms, his soul is flying away."

"Where did his soul go?"

"I don't know." Clark thought and said: "It's just that Batman used a few of us as test subjects when he was doing brain wave research. At that time, he mentioned a few things to me, but I didn't understand most of it."

"Repeat it. "

Clark briefly told Batwoman about the ghost wave theory and the possibility of brain wave encoding. These were all proposed by Batman, and he was just relaying them.

After he finished speaking, Batwoman fell into thinking. She had never done research in this area before, but she was Batman after all, and she could see the light as long as she had some ideas.

"So, that kind of pollution might also be... Can you find the Batman in your universe?"

"Well..." Clark suddenly became a little embarrassed, but he still said: "This thick fog will significantly weaken my vision and hearing. In general, my perception will become similar to that of ordinary people."

"Then is there any way for him to find you?"

"I guess he must be looking for me." Clark said: "This fog is too weird, and you ordinary people can't handle it, but after all, I can fly, and he may need my help now."

"He knows that I will definitely be happy to help him and I am also looking for him, so he may wait in a higher place, so that I can see him easily, but considering that this fog is too weird, he may also think of other ways. "

As soon as the voice fell, the two thought of the same thing at the same time, that is, the bat light.

Clark flew over from the window, and after a little height increase, he looked into the distance. Sure enough, he saw a familiar bat pattern on the glass curtain wall of a building.

The light was very strange, and it seemed to be tuned over the frequency band, so it could spread far in the fog. After Clark flew down, he said to Batwoman: "He is not far from here, about 2 kilometers. I will pick him up, and then you two can study what is going on."

Batwoman nodded, and Batman was soon brought over by Clark. He frowned at Superman's condition on the bed, not because Superman was weak enough, but because his condition was a bit similar to that of Arkham Batman.

Jason was still lying in Parker's house in his dream. In the middle of the night, he burned again, and this time it was even more aggressive. His consciousness was completely scattered.

Spider-Man, who had just returned from the investigation, gave him antipyretic medicine. When changing the medicine, a flash of blood flashed before Jason's eyes. Jason raised his arm and grabbed Spider-Man's wrist.

Jason couldn't speak, but he was still questioning with his eyes. Spider-Man gently pried his fingers apart, pulled his hand back and said, "I caught his tail, but unfortunately he was too fast, and I couldn't figure out how he moved. I accidentally got scratched, but it's okay, just put on a Band-Aid."

In the hazy vision, Jason could clearly see that Spider-Man had a cut on his wrist with the transmitter. The cut was not big, probably equivalent to being cut by a knife, but a lot of blood still flowed, staining the uniform red.

Jason's tactical instinct told him again that the other party must have wanted to cut off the transmitter on Spider-Man's wrist to limit his mobile combat ability, but Spider-Man dodged in time and he didn't succeed.

Jason had been chased by this blade killer, so he knew how strange the other party was. He always appeared in various corners that were difficult to guard against, and disappeared just as strangely. Even he, who had rich combat experience, could only run away in panic.

It can be imagined that based on the current combat experience of this little spider, if the transmitter was really knocked off, the probability of running away is not very high, and serious injuries are considered light.

Moreover, the injured hand is the right hand. Because I had to take care of myself in the afternoon, I didn’t do my homework. I went out to investigate at night and had no time to do it. My hand was injured again, and I couldn’t make up for it in the morning. If nothing unexpected happens, I will definitely not be able to hand it in tomorrow.

Moreover, I always have to write things in school. It happened to be injured below the wrist. How many days it takes for the wound to heal is how many days it will hurt to write.

"Is it necessary..." Jason muttered to himself instinctively, and he could no longer tell whether this was reality or a dream.

Spider-Man sat down beside him, put his hands on his knees, looked at the ceiling and said, "Yeah, is it necessary... I don't know, maybe I just wanted to do this on impulse."

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