Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 672 Batman's Mentor (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader ink)

Sure enough, Police Chief James Gordon was standing at the edge of the platform.

He was wearing an old-fashioned trench coat, slightly hunched over, one hand tightly gripping an umbrella to shield himself from the cold, slanting rain, while the other hand held a nearly burnt-out cigarette between his fingers.

He anxiously looked around, his eyes constantly scanning the dark corners of the surrounding buildings and the outline of the water tower. Thick smoke rings billowed from his mouth and nose, quickly dispersed by the rain.

Rain dripped down his chin, reflecting the pale light of the bat lamp, making him look exceptionally tired and helpless.

Clearly, he was waiting anxiously for the Dark Knight who always answered the call.

Just then, Bruce Yu's double pupils, which combined the abilities of the Jōgan and the Rinne Sharingan, flickered slightly, catching the movement on the other end.

He shifted his gaze slightly, looking at the rooftop of a building that was a little lower in the distance.

On the edge of the top of the older building, a tall, black figure, almost blending into the thick night, was attempting to cross the gap between the two buildings using a crudely constructed, buzzing rope gun device.

The figure aimed at the lightning rod base on the rooftop and fired the grappling hook with a "bang".

The steel cable was taut and pulled back with a screeching sound.

Then, the black knight swung his body, drawing an awkward arc in the cold night rain, and relying on the steel cable and his own arm strength, he "floated" towards the rooftop where Gordon was, like a heavy puppet.

The night wind made his wide cloak billow violently, looking as if it might come off at any moment.

Bruce Yu hovered in mid-air, coldly watching this scene.

Watching the legendary Dark Knight, who struck fear into the hearts of Gotham's criminals, move slowly and laboriously between buildings in a manner that was almost primitive and inefficient to him, was like child's play compared to the cosmic wars and spacetime-distorting energy shocks he had faced before.

"Ah"

A barely audible chuckle rolled deep in Bruce Yu's throat, eventually turning into a low, disdainful grumble:
"It's so backward that it's discouraging."

Fortunately, it's still early.

"Then let me give you a boost."

Batman

"Let me see if you, who are prepared, can succeed with my help."

"We can safeguard this unknown X universe"

The dampness, mixed with the smells of old rust and city grime, enveloped Chief James Gordon, who stood at the edge of the platform.

His old-fashioned brown trench coat clung wetly to his shoulders, and water dripped from the brim of his hat.

Finally, the screeching sound of the iron hook scraping against the concrete made Gordon turn around abruptly.

A heavy, black figure was swinging from the top of a slightly shorter building across the street, aided by a primitive rope gun device with ropes that were heavy from being soaked in rain.

The large cloak was pulled by the wind, and finally, the figure landed heavily on the edge of the rooftop, splashing water under the thick boots.

Batman arrived as promised. He stood still, letting the rain wash over his cape, and turned to Gordon.

After a moment of silence, a deep, husky voice pierced through the rain: "Gordon?"

Gordon, as if a dying man had grasped at a straw, rushed forward, his voice trembling with extreme anxiety and fear: "That clown in the suit kidnapped Barbara! That madman! He kidnapped my daughter Barbara!"

Batman's body tensed instantly, and the surrounding air seemed to grow even colder.

He didn't speak, but his frozen posture spoke volumes about his urgency and seriousness. He was about to turn and leave immediately; he had to act quickly.

The longer it drags on, the more dangerous it becomes for Barbara to fall into the Joker's hands.

However, just as he was about to leap off the platform, an extremely dangerous intuition, beyond the usual blurry senses, pierced Batman's nerve endings like a steel needle!

His movements suddenly stopped, and his body turned slightly to the side at an extremely concealed angle, precisely and firmly locking onto the other side of the platform, in that corner far from the light and completely swallowed by the heavy shadow of the stairwell entrance!
A person.

A well-proportioned young Asian man stood there quietly, blending seamlessly into the shadows.

The rain seemed to deliberately avoid that area, or perhaps it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

He stood there with perfect naturalness, as if he were meant to be there, as quiet as a sculpture.

If it weren't for that fleeting, deliberately leaked flash of inspiration used to stimulate him, Batman was certain he would never have discovered such perfect concealment during the operation!
"Who?!" Batman's deep, stern question sounded like an alarm bell.

Gordon was momentarily stunned, then followed Batman's gaze, his face draining of all color: "Good heavens! When did someone get there?!"

No hesitation!

The instant he confirmed the other's presence, Batman's arm had already become a blur!
Several sharp batarangs tore through the rain, whistling as they ripped through the air, and shot at the shadowy figure's limbs and torso at extremely tricky angles!

This strike was swift and merciless, aimed at eliminating the threat in an instant!
"Bang bang bang!" Gordon drew his old .38 revolver from his waist almost simultaneously, the muzzle spitting flames, and three bullets followed the batarangs as they were fired!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Pop!
A series of dense and strange metallic clanging sounds instantly echoed across the platform! It was as if they were hitting not flesh and blood, but an exceptionally hard object.

Batman frowned!
His batarang, capable of leaving deep scratches on steel plates, hovered eerily less than half a foot from the Asian man's body!
It felt like I'd bumped into an invisible wall!
More accurately, it is a translucent dome formed by violently distorted air, almost invisible to the naked eye, with an extremely faint milky white halo around its edges!

Like a thick layer of bulletproof glass!

All the batarangs seemed to be nailed to mid-air, remaining frozen for less than half a second, before being suddenly repelled by the powerful repulsive force contained in the barrier, scattering and falling in all directions with a clanging sound, finally crashing helplessly into the puddle.

Gordon's bullets only stirred up fainter ripples before being easily deflected and changed direction, embedding themselves deeply in the brick wall or disappearing into the night sky, leaving only a dull echo.

The air solidified.
Gordon stared wide-eyed at the scene, his gun trembling slightly.

Bullets and darts were blocked? By an invisible wall?

Batman, like the most vigilant beast, adopted the most formidable defensive and counter-attack stance, staring intently at the figure in the shadows, his heart churning with turmoil!
In the shadows, Bruce Yu's Pure Rinne Sharingan, which shimmered with a subtle golden light in the darkness, calmly met Batman's wary gaze, a barely perceptible, complex smile playing on his lips.

"Hello, Batman."

"I'm."

"Your future spiritual mentor."

He twirled his fingers, drawing circles in the air, using Kamar-Taj's projection magic to show Batman a scene beyond reality.
"Your equipment is too outdated."

"If you want to protect Gotham, or even the Earth."

"I can teach you how to make these great ones."

"arms!"

Batman was dumbfounded.

What about Ly-1, df61?
Is this really technology that humans can master?
(End of this chapter)