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The edge of this batarang is not sharp, and it is not intended to cause injury.

Connors twirled the constantly flashing red batarang between his fingers and laughed, saying:

"I know nothing about computers, but even if I were to hack into it, you would definitely be able to tell."

As he spoke, he tossed the batarang to Batman, who caught it immediately.

This was a bat tracker he had deliberately placed in the house when Connors was not home during the day.

It was no accident that he turned on the stadium's surveillance cameras; it was this tracker that sent him Connors' location, and it was purely coincidental that he witnessed the crash of the "Flying Graysons."

Meanwhile, Connors, thanks to his spider-sense, had already discovered the existence of this thing.

Because he was always going around gossiping and inevitably encountered situations where he couldn't prove his innocence, he didn't destroy the tracking device but instead carried it with him.

And this is clearly the time for this tracker to come into play.

Bruce Wayne caught the tracker, and all the guns that had been sticking out from every corner of the room retracted.

Just as Connors had anticipated this scenario before his arrival, Bruce Wayne also checked the signal from the tracker before Connors arrived.

The scene of guns clashing earlier was just a precautionary measure. Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, there's no need for such a tense atmosphere.

Furthermore, Bruce Wayne was also eager to know the news Connors had mentioned about the "destruction of the world."

"Is the destruction you're talking about related to that Superman in Metropolis?" Bruce Wayne and Connors entered the Batcave together. After exchanging a few pleasantries along the way, the conversation officially turned to the purpose of Connors's visit.

"Huh?" Connors didn't react for a moment. He was talking about news from Marvel next door. What did it have to do with Superman?

He quickly looked at the computer screen in the Batcave, at a page titled "Analysis of Superman's Abilities" that Bruce Wayne had swiftly closed, and understood what the old man was talking about.

Clearly, the all-powerful Superman Clark was seen as a potential enemy by Batman, who had not yet crossed paths with him.

"He's a nice guy. I'm not sure if the world's destruction is related, but I called you here to tell you this news and see if we can take any preventative measures," Connors said.

"Do you know him?" Batman asked, pointing to a picture of Superman on the computer.

"How would I know him..." Connors said helplessly. If he wanted to know Superman, he should be running over there right now to gossip. After all, the gossip system seems to be related to the strength of the gossip creator; the stronger the creator, the better the reward.

Logically speaking, the stronger a person is, the greater the impact of their every move. If two people are fighting, the rewards for an ordinary person, a superhero, and a superhuman are three different levels.

"I don't know much, but Doctor Fate has prophetic abilities. Can you find him?" Connors got down to business.

"Who is Doctor Fate...?" Bruce Wayne had never even heard of this title before.

"Omen, where is Lilith Clay?"

"..." Batman remained silent.

"Zatanna?"

"..."

"Where's Barry the Flash?"

"I know that!" Bruce Wayne breathed a sigh of relief; finally, there was someone he knew.

At the same time, a question arose in his mind: Why does this Connors know so much? Where did this guy come from?

Connors also breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that the Batman of this world hadn't yet crossed paths with "The Flash" Barry, and if that happened, he'd have to find someone else.

"That makes things easier. Although Barry doesn't have the ability to foresee the future, we can have him go to the future for us and see when the danger will come."

"..."

Batman is usually the one leading others by the nose; this is the first time he's been so thoroughly outmaneuvered. He was momentarily frustrated, then pulled out his phone in front of Connors:

"Barry? I need your help."

Before the call was even disconnected, a man completely encased in a red bodysuit appeared in front of Connors.

"Long time no see, Barry." Connors looked at Barry, who looked almost exactly like the character in the TV series, and felt a surge of goodwill towards him, so he took the initiative to greet him.

"...Hi?" Barry looked at Connors, puzzled. "Haven't we met somewhere before?"

"No, I've just been eyeing your Speed ​​Force for a long time," Connors said, startling Barry into shrinking back.

Bruce Wayne, seeing the two people start chatting before he could even introduce them, didn't give them a chance to continue and forcefully interrupted:

"Barry, I need you to take a look at us... no, to take a look at the future of this world."

"I'm always going back to the past, this is the first time I've run towards the future." Barry had taken off his hood, but upon hearing this, he put it back on and disappeared completely.

Under normal circumstances, Barry's disappearance and reappearance are only a momentary thing, and people with poor eyesight might not even notice that he disappeared.

But this time, strangely, it didn't reappear for a long time.

One minute, two minutes.

ten minutes.

Barry didn't reappear until nearly fifteen minutes later, sitting on the ground with a blank stare.

"Barry!" Batman rushed forward to help him up. The Flash, Barry, seemed to be manipulated like a puppet, as if he had lost the ability to think.

It wasn't until Connors and Bruce Wayne huddled together, staring at Barry and calling out to him, that Barry seemed to snap out of his daze, though his expression remained blank, his eyes lifeless, and he muttered to himself:

"We have no future..."

One sentence left the two men stunned: What does it mean to have no future?

……

With the combined efforts of Connors and Bruce, Barry finally recovered and returned to the sunny and cheerful boy he once again, returning to Central City.

Bruce Wayne fell silent, and Connors took his leave at the opportune moment.

Marvel only experienced the destruction of the world, while DC didn't even have a future, which caught Connors somewhat off guard.

Both sides are currently on the same planet, so their fates could very well be intertwined, with one benefiting and the other suffering.

However, since he's already here, he might as well make the best of it. All he needs to do now is keep watching the drama unfold, making himself stronger so that he can handle any situation that may arise.

Tonight in Gotham City, Batman did not appear, but the Batplane soared through the air, and the Batmobile traversed the streets and alleys, intimidating everyone in Gotham City so that no one dared to make a move.

However, there was one exception. Connors swaggered down the streets of Gotham, looking for a restaurant to fill his stomach after a long day of hunger—Batman didn't invite him to dinner.

—And the supercar he borrowed from Alfred was also stolen.

Then, he was stopped by a red-haired female spy.

"Creak—"

The screeching sound of tires filled Connors' ears as the stolen supercar pulled up in front of him with an incredibly stylish drift. "Black Widow" Natasha rolled down her window, smiling at him.

"Do you need a ride?"

Connors looked at Natasha and smiled:

"You've come at the worst possible time."

After saying that, the car was stuck by a large amount of spider silk falling from the sky and flew into the sky.

Not only was "Black Widow" Natasha looking for him, but "Spider Silk" Cindy Moon, who had been "starving" all day yesterday, was also looking for him. By sheer coincidence, the two of them ended up together.

And so, history repeated itself, except this time Connors wasn't sitting in the car.