Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 615 Technological Gap
Both Batmen are highly capable of action—or rather, the Batmen of each universe are generally quite capable of action.

After changing plans, the Batman of the Arkham Universe (hereinafter referred to as Arkham Batman) immediately got into his Batmobile to meet up with the Batman of the Marc Jacobs Universe (hereinafter referred to as Batman or Bruce), leaving Marc Jacobs to go to the vicinity of the radio station and the many locations Clinton had mentioned.

With his Batmobile and Batplane at his disposal, he was highly mobile, but he wasn't sure what Ma Zhaodi was up to—though the communicator's location indicated that the old man was speeding toward the vicinity of the broadcasting station.

Considering that another Batman from another universe is also called a superhero, he probably has his own way of moving around—perhaps excellent driving skills, or some special means of transportation.

Batman trusted him completely and convinced himself to believe in his abilities. Therefore, Arkham Batman abandoned the idea of ​​having the Batplane take him directly to his destination.

Of course, if he were to ask Ma Zhaodi, Old Ma would immediately cling to his leg and shout that he should be his godfather.

To be fair, the Batman of the other universe never rode in the Batplane or even the Batmobile—and since Gotham City began its complete restructuring, these two modes of transportation have been completely absent from the scene.

"Are you still in the plaza?" Arkham Batman asked over the channel. "How's that military vehicle?"

“I didn’t fight it head-on. I just attached a tracker and let it escape,” Batman replied. “Gordon has already sent police cars to chase after it. I didn’t bring my Batmobile or motorcycle; they’re waiting for your gear here in the plaza.”

“I’ll be there right away—in thirty seconds, the Batmobile will deliver the new suit, and a spare Batmobile will arrive on its own.”

"We have to hurry."

Batman glanced at the flickering flames on the distant street, where the police cars Gordon had sent were chasing the military vehicles. He had just seen a rocket with smoke shooting into the sky.

"Gordon's men may not last long."

"Coming soon," Arkham Batman added. "Get ready to change your armor."

boom--

The rumbling sound grew louder as it approached. Batman looked up and saw a massive, black machine streaking across the sky. Its matte gray-black paint made it almost completely blend into the darkness, with only parts of its sharply defined fuselage left unpainted for functional purposes, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen in the moonlight of the rainy night.

After slowing down, it hovered in mid-air, and the exhaust nozzles below quickly changed direction, rotating from a rearward jet to a downward jet, lifting the steel fighter jet into the air.

(Two images of the Arkham Batfighter are attached below. You still need to use the latest version of the Qidian mobile app to view them; they cannot be viewed on a computer.)
"This is really true."

Bruce stared at the alien bat fighter in the night sky, marveling at its design and technological sophistication. He was a genius, which was why he was certain that he could never completely replicate the design of this aircraft in his own universe.

Materials science, industrial capabilities, radar, and computer technology gaps. This is the technological gap between one era and another. Let alone Wayne Corporation, even if the entire nation were to develop to the point where all fields meet the manufacturing requirements for this Bat fighter jet, it would take decades to calculate.

But this new-era Batplane still gave him a lot of inspiration. He decided to wait until he had dealt with the crisis and returned to his home in Gotham before immediately upgrading and modifying his fighter jet.

Batman is naturally adept at evolution and adaptability. To him, there is no knowledge that is completely unusable, only fools who don't know how to absorb and utilize it. "Young Master Wayne, your new suit has arrived."

"I understand, Lucius."

Swah——

There were voices and the sound of grappling hooks cutting through concrete at the edge of the balcony. As the grappling hook tightened rapidly, Arkham Batman's figure was launched onto the rooftop. The timing was exactly thirty seconds, just as he had said, without any deviation.

Looking down, Batman saw two Batmobiles parked quietly in the rain—their design style was the same as the Batplane, both black and steel behemoths.

The distinctive round, blue-white headlights shone directly onto the tires and front of the car, their blinding light piercing the rainy night like a sharp sword. Thanks to the aerodynamic streamlined design, the layers of interlocking metal armor on the body, though heavy, did not lack a sense of agility. The roaring engine and powerful exhaust gave Bruce a preliminary assessment of its horsepower.

(I already posted the Batmobile image a long time ago, so I won't post it again this time. I'll post a new image when the new vehicle form is released.)
Clearly, this Batmobile, like the Batplane in the sky, is something Bruce can draw inspiration from, but he absolutely cannot replicate.

“Your fighter jets and vehicles seem to have been designed with extra features for other hidden functions,” Bruce said to Batman in Arkham. “They all look like they’re alive.”

This is not some exaggerated metaphor, but a visual effect presented to the naked eye. Whether it is the Batmobile or the Batwing, the layers of armor on them rub and undulate slightly with movement, rhythmically expanding and contracting to reveal the second and third layers of internal design underneath—as if they were breathing.

"The specific functional specifications are all on the armor's microcomputer," Arkham Batman replied. "You'll find out when you see it."

As soon as he finished speaking, two jet-black meteors fell from the Bat fighter jet.

Click!

The slender steel transport pod, gleaming faintly, punched a small crater into the concrete floor. The moment it landed, four spider-like sharp claws automatically extended from the bottom of the pod, piercing directly into the ground and firmly securing the pod, which was about the size of a person.

(The illustration of the bat cabin is shown below)
Arkham Batman stepped forward and placed his palm on the unlock panel of the cabin.

A faint blue light swept across, and the special design of the bat suit ensured that the fabric layer did not affect the panel's ability to read the palm print. The next second, the cabin unlocked, transformed, and automatically unfolded to both sides, revealing the black armor inside.

Bruce hesitated for a moment before placing his hand on the hull as well. Fortunately, the hull did not open as expected, which relieved him slightly.

What he didn't notice was that Arkham Batman next to him also breathed a slight sigh of relief at that moment.

After all, if two people's palm prints are exactly the same, it means that their appearance, iris, and voiceprints are also likely to be identical—meaning that the other person could easily use their identity to do things.

He currently has a certain level of trust in Bruce, but if that kind of thing happened in this universe, it would definitely cause a huge mess.

(End of this chapter)