The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

Chapter 235 Hood

Gotham City.

For the people of this city, this should have been a very unusual night.

Because Batman hasn't appeared for three whole days, which is very unusual.

If the city hadn't just emerged from a horrific viral attack, even the most notorious scoundrels who usually dared to roam under Batman's nose would have begun to recuperate after the incident.

God knows how chaotic Gotham will become because of Batman's absence for three consecutive days.

Even as people lay in hospital beds recovering from the virus, a startling rumor quietly began to circulate among them.

Batman died from that terrible virus.

Have you ever seen Batman take a break?

"How come I've never seen him? I've calculated it; on average, he's gone about one day every three years."

"Damn it, I mean this kind of continuous rest, and before, when he occasionally skipped work, Robin or Nightwing would take his place."

"Yes, Gotham has been quiet for three nights now, and no one has claimed to have seen any strange shadows wandering around at night."

"He's definitely dead."

The Oracle in the hospital bed—oh, she's just Barbara Gordon now, an ordinary girl, also resting in a hospital bed.

Listening to the infuriating gossip from next door, Barbara wanted nothing more than to pull back the curtains, jump down, and smash their mouths in.

Yes, Barbara swore she could do it, even while in a wheelchair.

As for why the dignified oracle did not recuperate in the Bat Cave, but instead came out and was hospitalized like an ordinary person?

That's because the Bat Cave has become so chaotic these past few days that it's completely unsuitable for patients who need quiet rest to recover.

Moreover, most bat caves are located in remote areas and have their own independent ventilation systems, so Luther's antidote cannot effectively eliminate the virus in every nook and cranny.

According to Nightwing, who recovered two days earlier than her, he had inadvertently glimpsed the dense red markings on Batman's computer.

This means that hundreds of covert bases need to be cleared out one by one in the coming days.

But Batman was already stretched thin, so the cleanup work had to be left to Nightwing and the poor old butler who seemed to need even less sleep than Batman.

This resulted in the Bat family being unable to spare anyone for the usual night patrols for three whole days.

Fortunately, there are weak guys everywhere in Gotham City right now, and even the thugs who are independent of the mob are mostly lying in dark corners, complaining about the aches and pains all over their bodies.

The two leaders, the Penguin and Bane, have simply disappeared. It is said that they have been imprisoned in an even more secluded place, and no one in Arkham Asylum has ever seen them.

As for what Batman is busy with right now.

He was frantically searching for clues about Rachel and Jason, as well as investigating the specific origin of the virus.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to go see that girl. I heard she'd love to kill you."

Zatana looked at Batman with some pity, who was only wearing half of his Batsuit and whose waist and abdomen were wrapped in a lot of bandages.

This was the first time that the bandages were wrapped so thickly that the regular suits of armor couldn't be put on.

However, even with the helmet still on his head, his bloodshot eyes were still visible.

Batman sat in a wheelchair, leaning forward, staring intently at the computer screen.

"I don't need you to find her, just provide some data on Rachel's magical energy characteristics."

Without a voice changer, his voice sounded hoarse and deeper than ever before.

"She took Li Zhen away; I need to talk to her as soon as possible."

"What are you talking about? Last time she broke eight of your ribs and twisted your spine. Next time she'll be aiming for your heart."

Zatanna looked at the silent Batman, sighed for a long time, and then raised her voice a little.

"She took Li Zhen's body with her, and therefore she won't give you any extra chance to talk."

These words deeply stung a man who had endured countless trials and tribulations, a man as tough as iron.

Batman slammed his fist on the table, almost roaring.

"Let me see, maybe I can save him! I've saved Superman several times after he was pronounced dead. That kid is almost as strong as Superman, how could he die so easily!"

"Then why don't you dare to take another closer look at the virus that was born thanks to you?"

Tim's voice suddenly rang out from the entrance of the Bat Cave.

Tim, who briefly served as the leader and commander during the virus outbreak, spent several days persuading the angry teenage Titans to return one by one.

He gazed at the back of the figure he had once longed for, and at the stiff, hunched body that had become stiff in front of the computer after hearing him speak.

Finally, he let out a bitter, choked sound.

"You have the instructors' physical data, and you've collected all the mutated viral traits. Why don't you dare take another look at the comparison?"

"Just take another look, let the computer run the simulation again, and you'll know whether the aliens killed by the virus structure you personally conceived" can be saved or not."

Batman remained silent.

He simply sat in his wheelchair, his entire being resembling a wooden sculpture, radiating an aura of deathly decline.

The disappointment in Tim's eyes grew stronger.

"Is it that you're unwilling to face it, or that you're afraid to face it?"

"If even you have begun to succumb to fear, then what kind of Batman is left in Gotham?"

Tim originally came over to see if he could be of any help.

But in the end, looking at the motionless Batman, Tim finished speaking, his fingers trembled slightly, and he turned and left.

Zatanna sighed again, but instead of leaving like Tim, she found a makeshift bed and sat down cross-legged.

The Justice League believes that Rachel is currently in a state of insane hatred and there is a high probability that she will infiltrate Gotham again and seek revenge on Batman.

Since Rachel demonstrated her ability to easily take down the Flash, it's highly likely that few members of the league will be able to stop her 24/7.

So only Zatana can come.

A brief silence fell over the bat cave.

About five minutes later, Batman started typing on the complicated keys in front of the Batcomputer again.

He began to construct a completely new model equation in an attempt to find the signals that Jason, who is still in a state of high mutation, might be emitting.

I looked up and saw the radar display start operating; a few more new blood vessels quietly crept into my eyes.

After scanning the entire Gotham area without finding anything, Batman switched back to the previous procedure.

This was a signal-capturing program he had built based on his previous analysis of the Witrum particles (intelligent atoms) possessed by the Witrum people.

They attempted to use satellite data to locate Li Zhen's bodily signals.

a long time.

No fruit.

Tim stood not far from the hidden entrance of the Batcave, looking at the figure wearing a red bone hood under the moonlight, and gently shook his head.

"Tsk."

Jason was getting impatient.

"This old guy is even more useless than I thought, but Gotham can't drag this out any longer. The Joker has been unusually quiet lately, and there are those guys who tricked me and released the virus. I'm going to dig them out."

Tim lowered his head, looking at the tips of his boots. He didn't know how to face this second brother who was practically a complete stranger.

"The Teen Titans still need me."

"I wasn't counting on you and Nightwing. Actually, I'm just letting you know that I've found a new helper."

A completely unfamiliar figure appeared behind Jason the Red Hood.

Although dressed in the same assassin-like attire, this guy was dressed entirely in white in Gotham City, with even his face hidden under a white hood.

For some reason, Tim felt uneasy about the gaze hidden behind the white hood.

"Dig it out? And then what?"

Tim asked instinctively.

The white-hooded man let out a slightly mocking sneer.

"Kill them all, of course!"