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Luo Wei glanced at the time; it was already evening. He still had to go back for competition training. It was during the competition period, and if the teacher found out he was missing, he would probably turn the metropolis upside down.

"I send you."

Bruce then instructed Jason Todd, his adopted son, codenamed Robin, to arrange Barry Allen's battle suit, which he had just designed specifically for Barry.

“Jason Todd.”

As Rowe watched the two people, one old and one young, talking, some things came to mind, things related to Robin Jason, things that were also Bruce Wayne's lifelong pain.

It once plunged Bruce into extreme anger and darkness.

"let's go."

Bruce Wayne noticed Rowe's expression but didn't take it to heart, leading him into the elevator leading to the ground.

drip drip drip

Inside the elevator, the sound of chains rattling could be heard. Neither of them spoke, making the elevator car exceptionally quiet.

"Did you catch the clown?"

After a moment, Luo Wei couldn't help but break the silence.

"Gotham stories are popular in China too?"

Bruce Wayne was also surprised by this question. He paused for a moment and said with a hint of helplessness, "No, he's very difficult to deal with."

"You've tried to catch him many times, but he always manages to escape."

"Lowe said."

"Yeah, he's a crazy psychopath, self-righteous and arrogant, who once thought he was the master of Gotham."

Bruce Wayne became more talkative when the Joker was mentioned.

"You know him well, but you don't even know the Joker's real name."

Luo Wei said slowly.

These words startled Bruce Wayne. He knew the Joker better than he knew himself, and better than he knew his adopted son Jason. But as Rowe said, he still didn't know the Joker's real name.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened, revealing a magnificent manor. It wasn't Wayne Manor, but rather a brand new manor that Bruce had built to cover up the Batbase.

"The Joker is a mental patient; he may not even know who he is."

Bruce Wayne's answer seemed somewhat forced.

"No, he's more clear-headed than anyone else, and you have a weakness, Bruce."

The first time Lowe called Bruce's name.

"What do you want to say?"

Bruce stepped out of the elevator, looked at Rowe, and met his gaze.

“Pay more attention to Jason Todd. You said the Joker is mentally ill and doesn’t know his own name, but he probably does know Batman’s name, and that’s enough.”

After leaving behind a few words of advice, Lowe turned and flew away, leaving Bruce Wayne, who stood there for a long time with a solemn expression and complicated eyes.

Bruce probably didn't know why Rowe said that.

Because only Lowe knew that Robin Jason Todd would soon die tragically at the hands of the Joker, which became a lifelong torment for Bruce Wayne. Batman failed to kill the Joker, allowing him to escape time and time again, ultimately leading to Robin Jason falling into the Joker's trap and being beaten to death with a baseball bat.

In the somber atmosphere, Batman (Bruce) holds Robin, who is covered in blood.

Jason, standing silently in front of the ruins, has become another classic still frame in DC Comics.

Lowe's reminder to Bruce was to prevent a repeat of the tragedy. Whether Bruce can understand or change the course of the story depends on Batman's actions; the final choice rests with Batman.

Or rather, the choice has always been in Batman's hands.

Leaving Gotham, Lowe traversed a thick sea of ​​clouds, passing by the site of the previous major battle in Gotham. Officials had begun clearing the battlefield, and the corpses of humanoid monsters were being removed from the scene one by one. He also discovered that the corpses of three giant humanoid monsters were placed separately in other transport vehicles, seemingly destined for different destinations.

Luo Wei didn't take it to heart. He returned to the hotel in the metropolis. When he arrived, Teacher Chen Kaile had been knocking on the door for a long time. The other party had come to inform him to go to the training class. There wasn't much time, so he had to take a quick shower. Although he wasn't dirty, it was a psychological habit that he always had to take a shower after a battle to feel comfortable.

What followed were several hours of training.

The class didn't end until 10 p.m. When Luo Wei and his classmates left the classroom, some people were still in the classroom. It can only be said that even foreigners have their share of internal competition, and things are not as peaceful as they seem on the surface.

In response to this situation, Director Huang originally asked Luo Wei and others to strengthen their review, but unfortunately, their schedules were already chaotic, so in order to get enough rest, he could only let the students go back to sleep.

"call"

Back in his room, Luo Wei collapsed onto the bed, took a deep breath to relax. He felt that today had been more fulfilling than ever before, but it was also the most "tiring" day, a mental one.

The appearance of the Apokolips undoubtedly means that a series of major events will follow, and today's events are merely the beginning of all of them.

Luo Wei's sixth sense gave him a vague feeling that a greater danger would befall him in the near future, but he did not yet know what it would be. The other party might be hiding in the shadows, or it might not have even begun to emerge yet.

"You can only take one step at a time and see one step at a time."

As Luo Wei muttered to himself, he glanced at the bright moon in the sky and suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something.

"Kara!"

He sat up abruptly, forgetting that his cousin Kara was still in the Arctic!

(P.S.: I made a mistake earlier. Kara is the protagonist's older cousin, not her younger cousin.)

Thinking of this, Luo Wei originally planned to go to sleep, but he still got up, changed into black clothes, flew out the window, and in the blink of an eye, he merged into the night and disappeared on the skyline of the metropolis.

A short while later, in the same dark Arctic, the black gold spaceship was covered by thick snow. Lowe opened the hatch and hurriedly walked in, where he was greeted by the projected image of Joel.

"I thought you had forgotten about her."

Joel breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him arrive.

"I was a bit busy today, I almost forgot about her."

Luo Wei smiled and briefly explained the situation with the Apokolips.

“Darkseid is a very dangerous man. He won’t give up easily. You need to be prepared.”

Joel listened and said with a solemn expression.

"Ah."

As Rowe spoke, he walked towards Kara's room, and he could hear the sound of something crashing.

The sound of the walls clanging was also noticeable, as the spaceship's interior was made of metal.

He couldn't help but ask, "How long has she been awake?"

"It's been more than half an hour, and she's been smashing the wall the whole time. I can't go in to explain to her."

Joel said.

"Ah."

Luo Wei wasn't surprised by his cousin Kara's behavior; anyone would feel flustered waking up in an unfamiliar environment.

He didn't delay any longer and quickly opened Kara's room door. The moment the dark door opened, a slender figure rushed out, raising her weak fist. Her posture was very standard, and her steps were rhythmic, indicating that she had practiced.

But the girl had only rushed out a few steps when she collapsed to the ground. She was too tired and hungry, and her body simply couldn't support her making any large movements.

Kara slumped to the ground, looked up at the tall, handsome figure in front of her, and asked coldly, "Who are you!"

“I am Karl El.”

Rowe smiled and extended his hand to her, his gaze sweeping over Kara. She had exquisite features and, like almost all Kryptonians, possessed perfect genetic makeup, making her incredibly attractive.

This gave Rowe a very good impression of her. Of course, the most important thing was that Kara was a Kryptonian, which naturally gave him a sense of goodwill—the goodwill of being of the same race.

"Karl?"

Kara Zo-El paused, the name sounded familiar, but her long slumber and lack of sunlight made her somewhat sluggish.

However, Kara quickly remembered, "You are Joel's child."

"Yes, that's me."

When Luo Wei saw that she remembered, he reached out and helped her up.

"Kara Zo-El, welcome to Earth."

[PS: There will be more in the early morning, you guys go to sleep first, watch it tomorrow.]

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I originally planned to update a 4,000-word chapter at midnight, but I've only written a little over 2,000 words so far. The plot isn't finished yet, so I don't think it's very meaningful to publish it.

I'm too tired, I'm going to sleep now. I'll get up around 10 am to write, and update around 1 or 2 pm. I'm really sorry.

Chapter 88-087: Supergirl Kara (Part Two)

"You've been on Earth for seventeen years?"

Kara sat cross-legged in a chair, a blanket draped over her shoulders, holding a cup of coffee in her hands. Her pretty face looked slightly gaunt, a result of the long journey in space and the lack of sunlight, but it did not diminish her exquisite features in the slightest.

"Ah."

Luo Wei nodded and handed her a piece of bread. The coffee and bread were just bought. There was nothing edible on the spaceship. Her cousin's body had not yet activated its superpowers, so she still needed to eat to maintain its functions.

“Carla, I remember you were about ten years older than Karl, but you look much younger than Karl now.”

Joel, standing nearby, looked at his niece and couldn't help but say something.

"It's a long story, Uncle Qiao. This part of your experience shouldn't have been recorded—memories of the eve of the disaster."

Kara looked pained and lost in memories, telling Rowe and Jorel what had happened before Krypton's destruction.

The El family, a major family on Krypton, has many enemies who launched an offensive against them on the eve of the Kryptonian catastrophe.

Kara's parents were forced to give her away to the Phantom Space.

Kara, who was in the Phantom Realm, witnessed the destruction of Krypton, but she could only watch helplessly.

More than a decade later, not long ago, Kara was finally freed from the Phantom Realm. Seeing the destroyed Krypton and the fragments scattered in the vast void, Kara was heartbroken. She longed to continue living on Krypton, but she had no choice but to go to Earth, the destination her father had set for her before sending her into the Phantom Realm. Earth was also the most suitable planet for Kryptonians to live on.

"Your father did his best; this is the fate that Krypton cannot escape."

Joel patted Kara on the shoulder, the projected arm passing through her shoulder, but the sorrowful expression on his face was so real.