American comics: Random transformations

Tian Xiaoban smiled slightly: "Of course, with this ability, no matter how hard Garfield hits, it can heal the opponent! So, if you team up with it, you can be a little more unrestrained in your attacks."

Alfred picked up the fruit knife from the bedside table and began to remove the plaster cast on his leg, asking: "How much do you know about the current situation?"

Tian Xiaoban replied: "Well, besides your injury and Batman's disappearance, and Dick saying that in the mission records, Batman went to bother the Penguin and Bane's gang, we know nothing else."

Dick Grayson added from the side:

"I was originally planning to investigate it myself tonight! But I ran into the two of them, and after learning that they could heal you, I brought them to you."

Alfred finished removing the plaster and walked out wearing hospital clothes.

"Let's go, we'll go back first. There are some things I need to give you."

The group left the hospital, and Dick drove towards Wayne Manor.

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The night now is not as deserted as before; in the middle of the night, you can still see a group of people performing superpowers outside.

People with superpowers, especially those with cool abilities, like to go out and have fun at night, showing off to their companions and incidentally robbing.

Along the way, fire, lightning, and various colorful lasers are even more dazzling than the colored lights in a bar.

Sitting in the car, Tian Xiaoban asked:

"What's the situation with your super-power drugs now? Although I know this thing has been circulating in Metropolis for a long time. But looking at the streets like this, how does it feel like it's become standard equipment for gangsters here?

Where are the people from the police station? Why are there no patrol officers anymore?"

Alfred, sitting in the car, glanced outside:

"This is also something that can't be helped; those in the police station who can do things are all in the hospital, so naturally, no one is in charge now.

Master wanted to restrict the circulation of drugs before, but the more he restricted it, the more violently Gotham rebounded.

A super-power pill that costs a thousand dollars has been speculated on the black market here to five or six thousand.

This thing has instantly become a more popular and profitable industry than weed.

Gotham's gangs are smuggling super-power drugs in large quantities, and it can't be stopped anymore. Basically, anyone with a little money will buy one; they are even more popular than guns.

Not only that, Gotham's gangs are secretly researching this, and a large number of fake drugs are flooding the market. Not only do these things not give people superpowers, but they can also easily cause people's genes to collapse and die instantly.

In order to reduce casualties and crack down on the gang industry, the Gotham City Government is now officially selling super-power drugs.

Reservations are made online with real names, and then you go to City Hall to buy them. Although there is no limit to the number of drugs you can buy, there are still restrictions on the types of superpowers.

Unlimited are [Healing] or [Regeneration] type superpowers that save lives. But attack-type superpowers will be recorded by the GCPD, so if something happens, the authorities can directly find the suspect.

However, so far, the effect of this method is very poor. Most Gotham citizens trust the super-power drugs sold on the black market, which are cheaper and have problems, because they think the Gotham government will take their money."

Dick Grayson, who was driving, added: "Super-power crimes have been increasing recently, and the economic losses they cause are also increasing.

Especially after Batman disappeared, major problems have appeared in some areas of Gotham.

The Mayor of Gotham has decided to have LexCorp help create a super-power team! The kind with permanent superpowers, to fight criminals and also replace Batman."

Tian Xiaoban frowned. Gotham has become like this?

Although Gotham was already terrible, the emergence of super-power drugs has caused it to become even more thoroughly rotten.

"You… aren't you going to do anything about it?"

"… I just got back." Dick Grayson emphasized: "If Batman hadn't disappeared, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened!"

Alfred shook his head: "I'm powerless… I still have to find Master. Before I find him, I don't have much time.

I think young Master Dick now would be very willing to help Master manage this chaotic Gotham."

Dick Grayson was silent, and after thinking for three minutes, he replied to Alfred:

"No, Alfred, I still know my limits. Facing those criminals who can lift bank vaults at any moment, I might not have that strength."

Although Dick didn't want to admit it, Batman was indeed more powerful than him. Batman could always handle these irrational criminals.

"Pay attention to driving, young Master Dick.

Master is also an ordinary person, and ordinary people do not represent weakness, young Master Dick.

Don't give up too early. Although Lex Luthor's gene drug can mass-produce super-power users, this drug is not permanent. We will always find an opportunity.

Turn, we're going to Hangar Three. There's something there that can help you."

The car drifted around a bend and stopped at an artificial fountain.

The artificial fountain automatically rose, revealing the entrance to the underground hangar. Dick stepped on the accelerator and rushed down.

After driving down for ten minutes, the view suddenly opened up. This underground area was a large cave, but now it had been paved with a large number of metal plates, making it a good secret base.

Two large Bat-planes were quietly parked here, exuding indescribable power and dominance.

"Come with me."

Alfred led the way, leading the two people and a cat to a place similar to a laboratory.

"Master had foreseen the explosive growth of superpowers a long time ago. Therefore, he made several more power armors to prepare for the worst."

The metal explosion-proof door opened, and five light power armors stood quietly in the warehouse.

Alfred turned on the lights, and the white cold lights illuminated these killing machines, igniting the enthusiasm of the two young people.

Alfred didn't stop the young people who had already started touching them; he calmly introduced from the side:

"Articulated lightweight titanium alloy powered armor. Titanium alloy has high strength and good toughness.

This power armor is two meters tall. As long as a person within two meters enters the cockpit, the power armor can automatically shrink to adapt.

The power comes from a small reactor, lasting three hours at full power and five hours in energy-saving mode. On the right arm, there's a shield capable of absorbing external energy, specifically designed for dealing with super-powered individuals who possess fire or laser abilities.

The mech weighs nearly a ton, so Master Dick, it's not suitable for jumping on rooftops. Gotham's buildings don't have that kind of load-bearing capacity.

The transport plane outside can carry these, making your operations safer.

"Nicely done, I needed this."

Dick Grayson was itching to try it out.

"Master Ben, do you need one?"

"No need, I have Garfield, that's enough. When do we leave? I can't wait."

Ben Tennyson really wanted to see if there would be any powerful individuals appearing in Gotham due to the super-power drug.

"Okay, I'll support you from the Batcave. Depart, I'll send the address to the fighter jet."

Alfred pressed the button twice, and the platform with the power armor automatically raised wheels, allowing this nearly one-ton machine to be pushed like luggage.

Dick pushed away a blue one, which looked like it was specifically designed for him.

The group boarded the fighter jet, and after Alfred transmitted the address, the fighter jet immediately flew towards its destination.

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"This is? Crime Alley?"

The Riddler felt very familiar with this place, but couldn't leave, like a bottomless swamp, trapping him firmly in this broken place.

"Shit, what's in this damn place? Is it an unsolvable riddle?"

No matter how he walked, it was always this dilapidated alley, and it would rain from time to time, making the Riddler very puzzled.

"Is Batman's birth related to this place?"

The clever him immediately thought of the key, this is where the Wayne couple was killed, and it was also the most sensational news at the time.

Among the people involved at the time, he really knew some. The Riddler had read many strange records, and from those words, he found an organization.

That was Gotham's most famous Court of Owls.

"Could Batman also be a member of the Court of Owls?"

The Riddler instantly rejected this guess. Suddenly, the scene changed, and he saw a child crying in the rain.

"Bruce Wayne, ha, losing your parents can get you countless wealth, how many people in Gotham want this opportunity."

The Riddler's voice was slightly mocking, he couldn't stand these little brats the most, feeling like the sky was falling when they encountered a little setback, boring.

Suddenly, he saw the person standing behind the child.

"Oh, old friend! Oh, you're still very young now, Gordon."

That's right, the person standing behind Bruce Wayne was Gordon, who had just become a patrolman at the time.

The Riddler frowned, keenly aware that something was wrong.

This is, Batman's inner world, how could young Gordon suddenly appear?

The more doubts, the more excited the Riddler became.

Can a child become Batman?

The Riddler said it was difficult.

But if a child, he is very rich, rich enough to create a Batman, is it possible?

Yes, very possible!

In Gotham, that crazy place, using money, smashing with money, taming a Batman from countless people, is also possible.

This also explains why Batman has "died" so many times, but he hasn't died completely!

"I understand, you little brat is the source of Batman! You can rely on money, resources, and equipment to create Batmen! You are the one playing chess!"

"Hahahaha, so that's how it is, no wonder the Court of Owls dare not attack you, it turns out it's you who has the means to fight them!"

The more the Riddler said, the more excited he became. Now the problem that the Penguin wanted was also solved, why Batman can still be alive and kicking after brain death. Because he is not the same person at all!

Perfect conclusion! Perfect closed loop!

Why wear a mask, anyone can be Batman, because there is a group of Batmen!

"I didn't expect Bruce Wayne to be so deep, ah hahahaha… …"

Just as the Riddler was laughing like crazy.

The crying child seemed to have heard what he said.

He silently stood up and walked step by step in front of the Riddler.

"You, get out of here, you are not welcome here!"

"Huh? What are you talking about, little brat."

An invisible pressure ejected the Riddler from the alley.

The Riddler bumped into something else in a daze.

A super big bat.

Chapter 125: I'm Here to Upgrade, You're Here to Fight

"Holy crab, how can there be such a big bat!"

Stared at by the two big nostrils of the giant bat, the Riddler's hairs stood on end in fright.

The fangs under the bat's nostrils looked terrifying, and it would definitely hurt if bitten.

The Riddler quickly drifted backwards, trying to get away from the big bat.

The big bat would not let go of this meat that came to its door automatically, its wings flapping quickly, chasing after it.

"Get away, get away! Don't come over!"

In this space of consciousness, everything can be relied on imagination. The Riddler kept imagining that he was Superman, flying faster than this bat.

But the reality is that this big bat evoked his bad memories, just like that damn Batman, as long as the Riddler committed a crime, he could not escape his tracking, chasing him to death.

No matter what the Riddler imagined, knives, guns, sticks, fortresses, mechs, that bat would ruthlessly tear them apart.

"What the fuck, this is Batman's rebellious consciousness! It's really terrifying! These guys are really psychopaths!"

The bat is Batman's fear, and also the fear that Batman brings to all Gotham criminals.

Moreover, the Riddler is also similar to PTSD and megalophobia. As soon as he sees this thing, he will immediately think of Batman, which will cause his psychological shadow.

The fear of this big bat is the flaw in the heart. The more you fear it, the harder it is to defeat it.