At first, Batman thought it might be an auditory hallucination.

"Hurry up and get it all to the car. After taking the money, we went our separate ways. ”

A man was yelling, and his voice sounded rough.

He crouched at the edge of the building, trying to discern and locate the source of the sound. It didn't take long for him to realize that the voice was coming from ten blocks away, hidden in a dark complex of buildings, one of which was a nondescript warehouse.

When he tried to focus in that direction, everything seemed to be clear in his eyes. It was as if his eyeballs were beginning to adjust automatically, like a telescope, clearly marking the building in the retina.

Then came the exterior wall of the building, the four-foot bricks of the old city, the reinforced concrete inside, the tiny cracks, every particle was so clear.

He saw the people inside.

The source of the voice, a rugged man carrying a submachine gun. The humanoid form had even briefly turned into a skeleton in his eyes, with musculature and moving organs, blood rushing through his veins.

He couldn't help but wonder for a moment that maybe he was still in the bat cave. Maybe he was just too tired and fell asleep in his chair.

Until Robin's voice caught up from behind.

"God, what are you doing so fast. Are we in a race or what? ”

Robin gasped.

That's when Batman woke up. He withdrew his gaze, glanced at Robin with a complicated expression, and said, "Six thugs, cheaply hired outlaws, are smuggling arms. ”

"Huh?" Robin was stunned, "How do you know?" ”

"Action."

Without further explanation, he unfurled his cloak and leaped down.

The cloak full of wind carried him along, but I don't know if it was a delusion that he felt a lot lighter than usual today. It seems that the wind in Gotham has become a little more noisy, allowing him to fly faster.

His feet were pressed together, the thick glass clattering to pieces under his boots. Before the first exclamation of the thugs could fall, he had already kicked a man away.

"Good fellow, you know such an accurate situation a mile away? How? ”

Robin flew in with admiration on his face.

"Forget jiu-jitsu, you'll have to show me how to do it."

Five people fell in an instant. The remaining one cursed and pulled out a bazooka from the smuggled ordnance.

The accomplice who was lying on the ground with a toothless tooth couldn't help but exclaim when he saw it: "Are you crazy? Put that thing down, don't-"

But the guy above apparently didn't hear it, or he didn't care. He had already picked up the bazooka and aimed it in the direction of Batman.

Batman turned around and saw it.

He would have had at least ten ways to deal with it. He had a chance to disarm before he could fire, and he was able to dodge the blow.

But he didn't.

Because in that moment, he heard a voice.

The sound of the trigger being pulled was immediately followed by the ejection of the cannon. The roar was like flipping a switch and opening the floodgates of his voice. Countless voices poured in, and suddenly filled his mind.

Buzzing, that's Gotham's voice. Countless conversations, screams, cries, and the roar of car engines.

The Dark Knight covered his ears and fell to his knees. The rockets dragged black smoke as he fell to his knees doing nothing.

Rumble!

The warhead hit in a straight line. Robin could barely believe what he was seeing, and he kicked the bazooka idiot over with a flying kick, shouting in horror, "Batman! ”

He adores Batman and has always believed that his mentor is omnipotent. But even so, he knows a foundation, and that is that Batman is also flesh and blood.

No armor or fiber can stop a bazooka from a direct shot, and there is no chance of surviving this one.

But then he was shocked to see it along with the criminals.

In the midst of the fire, the outline of the bat walked out of the flames like a demon with copper skin and iron bones. The bat mark on his chest was licked by the flames, but it was unscathed, as if it had been reborn from the flames.

"How are you!?" Robin was stunned.

Several thugs were similarly stupefied.

the chicken, who spreads rumors that Batman is human?

Why is this called a human!?

It seems that tonight's Gotham City Batman saga is going to be one more stroke.

But now I am actually as confused as the onlookers.

But he had a guess.

The effects of daytime magic. It may seem as if the remaining influence is only on the two Kryptonians, but it is not.

The magic worked on him as well, but in an unexpected way.

The second half of the night.

"The trick to hot sight, when you're facing multiple targets at the same time, you try to keep your eyes open."

Superman patiently explains.

"The burning sensation in the eyes is a sign that the heat sight is about to be released, and you can release it when you feel almost it."

Brush –

Two fiery beams of light burst out of Batman's eyes and swept over a full line of training Kryptonian robots. The robot suddenly broke like butter cut by a hot knife, and was smashed on the spot.

"Good. Then there's the freezing breath, where you take a deep breath and hold it for a few seconds, imagining your lungs clotting them into ice and looking for that feeling.

It's good, if you feel like it's almost freezing, release it. Now exhale. ”

Batman blew out in one breath, and another large area of Kryptonian robots was frozen into ice sculptures.

"Good."

Superman crossed his waist and looked relieved like a teacher who saw his students making rapid progress.

"But breath doesn't have to be frozen. Try to breathe in again, this time imagining it forming a storm inside your body, and the longer you exhale when you let it spin and release, the stronger the wind will be. ”

Batman spat out again. The wind seemed to carry thousands of sharp blades, and in an instant, it slashed a piece of robot into a thousand holes.

"Awesome." Superman exclaimed, "You're a much faster learner than I was." ”

Kara pouted beside her: "I still want to find myself more than to teach him how to use his abilities"

"Of course, that's what you have to do in the end. But considering that now Batman has unexpectedly become the only one of us who is capable, and I don't want the world to be short of Superman"

"So I'm going to substitute you for a few days."

Batman throws away the scrapped robot head in his hand and flies lightly in front of them.

"Sorry for breaking your robot."

"It's okay, the Solitary Fortress can recycle these scraps, they'll be regenerated." Superman smiled, "How are you feeling?" ”

"Feelings? A hundred times more spiritual, very strange kind. ”

Batman was expressionless.

"I haven't closed my eyes, I've never eaten, I'm neither sleepy nor hungry. It took me a long time to get my sleep routine down to three to four hours, but now I feel free to sleep at will. ”

He turned his head to look at the lab behind him.

"Have you found the reason?"

"Well, maybe."

A high-speed afterimage of Shen You was clubbing his chin there.

"You have made an inventory of the museum where you fought with the Philosopher's Statues, and they have only lost one thing except for the stone statues that were scrapped and suddenly went on a rampage."

"What?"

"A brooch."

Shen You stretched out his hand and swiped lightly, and a projection of a brooch appeared in mid-air.

"An antique, but it might be a magic appliance now. Records say it first appeared centuries ago in Calder Castle, Scotland. But you've probably heard the name."

Macbeth.

(End of chapter)