Batman, a veteran superhero in the DC Universe on par with Superman, challenges the legend that God can't with a mortal body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info character profile may tell you that extraordinary intelligence, physical strength to the limits of the body, and extraordinary fighting skills are what make Batman, but what the profile won't tell you is that Batman's black technology is actually more terrifying......

And this Dark Knight, the legend of Gotham City, stands in front of Eric at this moment.

"I know who you are." Batman spoke, his voice muffled and eerie through voice changer treatment, inexplicably fitting the dark streets.

"Really? Does the famous Batman know me? Ha, I'm not making my debut yet. ”

"I keep an eye on most of the similar superpowers, and every time a new superpower comes into the public eye, I create a new profile, and I know all of you."

It's unfortunate that I know you too, maybe better than you do, and I even know a lot of exciting stories about you and a certain big blue guy.

Eric barely spoke, but he held back. The last thing he needs now is to get tangled up with him about "how to know Batman's true identity".

Batman is the best detective in the world, and if he helps find the truth, things could go a lot better.

But since he saw Batman in person, he vaguely felt something strange, like a sense of disobedience, but he couldn't say it.

"What are you doing here?" Batman asked.

"Spring Break Travel? A report on the school's social practice activities? Eric said casually, seeing that the other party seemed to look unkind - this guy's face had never looked good, and hurriedly changed his words, "I'm here to check on something." Last year, Obadiah Stein plagiarized Tony Stark's Iron Man technology, and after fighting Iron Man, he failed and deserved to die. But it was recently discovered that someone had copied Obadiah Stein's full memories before that, stored them and created something similar to artificial intelligence. ”

"That's pretty advanced technology." Batman said, "What does this have to do with Gotham?" ”

"After Stan was defeated again, information about Wayne Enterprises was extracted from his memory fragments, so Wayne Enterprises are suspected of being involved in the incident." Eric explains, "I'm ...... Not...... Stark's friend, I'm here to help him investigate, that's it. ”

"Then you can ask it back, Wayne Enterprises has nothing to do with all this."

With that, Batman turned around and seemed to be ready to leave.

"How can you be so sure?" Eric asked, "Then why does Stan have Wayne Enterprises in his memory?" ”

"Wayne Corporation and Stark Corporation used to have business dealings, and Stan was also an executive of Stark Corporation, so naturally there will be an intersection, it's as simple as that."

"You know it's not that simple." "I know Wayne is a good guy, maybe Bruce Wayne can be trusted, but what about his company?" What if someone in his company is involved in any illegal forces on behalf of Wayne Enterprises? ”

Batman glanced at him.

"It's a matter of Gotham, and I'll take care of it."

As he spoke, he shot the rope into the air.

"I need your help!" Eric shouted directly.

Batman's movements stopped, as if to express "I'm listening" in a silent way.

"Well, I'm not here to investigate for Stark." Eric sighed, "I'm doing it for myself." I don't know how much you know about my profile...... But I didn't put on this armor exactly as I wanted it to. As far as I know, it seems that my father built it, and it seems that he wanted me to wear it. The truth is, I didn't know anything about him, I hadn't seen him since I was three years old, and the only thing I knew was that he seemed to have been involved with the organization I was tracking down - and that's what made my life a mess. ”

After he finished speaking in one breath, he paused slightly and took a deep breath.

"Take me with you," he said, "and I have to find out the truth myself." ”

Batman turned his back to him, and after a long silence, he gently lowered his hand holding the rope gun.

He turned, his face still looking like an abyss in sight, but Eric knew he had promised.

On the other side, inside the hotel.

In the suite without the lights on, Raven, who had gotten up early, tossed and turned for a long time, but he couldn't sleep until now. Her headache has not been relieved since she got out of the car, but it has become worse and worse, like a raging crow tossing in her head. The feeling of nausea deepened every minute and every second, and the desire to vomit was like a beast pounding the cage again and again.

Her slender fingers clutched the sheets, drenched in sweat.

At first, she thought it was just a rollercoaster ride. She had heard that many people would experience vomiting and headaches after riding a roller coaster, similar to the symptoms of motion sickness. And now, she's finding that it's not that simple.

It was a resonance of magical energy, and it was the magic that she repelled from her soul. A very powerful magical energy was brewing nearby, and it was getting stronger and stronger, and her pain deepened every time the magic power grew.

Is it the third house? Or is it the brothers?

Probably not. By the way these guys work, they always like to pretend to be ghosts, wandering around Raven like ghosts, and then possessing all sorts of people and whispering to her. Although their lines are always pretending to be lofty, they can be summed up as "Raven, go home for dinner, daddy and brothers are waiting for you".

So who could this magic gathered in Gotham City do?

Revin could feel that she might be the only person in the entire city who sensed the presence of this magic, and that it was her responsibility to prevent the worst from happening.

She got out of bed, and summoned purple-black magic, like a swirling cloud that lifted over her, leaving behind a black uniform and cloak.

She had to find out.

The magic enveloped Raven's body, and her body became illusory in the mist, as if it had turned into a soul body. She fluttered like a feather in the air, floated through the walls of the room and into the bustling streets, and her eyes were faintly visible to a pale green wave of magic flowing with the air like gas.

The raven gritted its teeth and flew in the direction of the flow of magic. The girl's figure disappeared into the dark night, and in an instant it was covered by the lights of the block, and there was no trace of it.