Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

Holy crap!

Alfred's eyelids twitched. "Sir, could it be that you've gotten into some trouble while you were out these past few days, and someone's backer has come knocking on your door?"

"It has nothing to do with that."

Bruce shook his head slightly. "Don't overthink it. In any case, since he's mentioned by name, I have to go and meet him to see what this Constantine is up to."

Batman is never afraid, never backs down!

Alfred hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself. After a few good days, he had become somewhat indulgent and was reluctant to let his master put on the Batman suit again.

But no way.

"I will be here to provide support."

The old butler sighed and said helplessly.

Bruce nodded, put on the Batsuit, and after a moment's thought, took all sorts of mysterious gadgets with him. Among them were local mysterious gadgets that he had originally collected in and around Gotham, as well as the pyromancy legacy that the old fogies of the pyromancy world had taken after Gojo Satoru took over.

The roaring Batplanes once again raced through the skies above Gotham after a long absence.

"That's... Batman?"

As night fell, the citizens of Gotham City suddenly realized that Batman had not appeared for several days in a row, and there had been no major events or supervillains causing trouble.

Gotham shouldn't be this peaceful.

However, many of the Gotham citizens, watching the fighter jets fly overhead, subtly changed their expressions without even realizing it.

Even they themselves may not realize that perhaps even the people of Gotham, who are used to life in Gotham, do not reject peaceful and normal days.

At this moment, the roar of the Batfighter was like a signal, completely ending the last effects of the Light Crystal that had lasted for several days. It alerted every Gotham resident, making them vigilant and cautious once again, restoring the mindset that Gotham residents should have: ready to be robbed or involved in various events at any time.

"Constantine, whoever you are, you deserve to die!"

Through the monitor, Batman could clearly feel the change in atmosphere. He frowned. If Constantine's arrival hadn't prompted him to take action, Gotham might have maintained peace for another two or three days.

However, despite the initial drop in favorability, Batman didn't let emotions cloud his judgment. On his way to Constantine, he began to think about how to meet this stranger.

Constantine is very capable, that much is certain. You can tell from his casual posture and demeanor. That nonchalant attitude comes from his confidence in his ability to protect himself.

Moreover, this stance also proves that Constantine is just so-so in hand-to-hand combat, not some kind of super fighting master.

At least in Gotham City, Constantine's fighting skills are definitely not among the best.

If someone's fighting skills are weak but they have such high-profile confidence, then they are probably a master of the mystical arts. We must be careful, as who knows what dirty tricks they might have up their sleeve.

On the other hand, the fact that he could see how incredibly powerful Constantine was proves that he was probably just a supervillain like Bane or Reshchug, not at the level of Ultraman, who was unfathomable.

If this is a strong move, then Batman's attitude should have remained tough from the beginning, and he must deliver a powerful punch!

……

Click!

"Ok?"

Sitting on the rooftop, Constantine, looking slovenly and smoking and drinking, reeked of smoke and alcohol. The cool breeze suddenly turned serious in his eyes, though he still appeared nonchalant on the surface as he glanced at him sideways.

The huge bat-shaped light that was on on his side suddenly had its power cord cut without him even noticing, and the rooftop suddenly became pitch black.

In the pitch black, a figure appeared behind him without any warning or movement.

"Even smarter than a cat."

Constantine chuckled, turned his head and clicked his tongue, giving Batman a greasy once-over, especially staring at his manhood for several seconds. "It's a pity he's a man. If only he were Batwoman. Ah, a night of passion is a rare treat."

"John Constantine."

Batman was not swayed in the slightest by this provocation. He was a seasoned fox, and they shouldn't try to pull any tricks.

His voice was deep and dark, and his pair of dark, bat-like eyes locked onto Constantine as he slowly approached, interrogating him gently:

“You have no connection with this city. Here, you have no friends, no relatives, no children, no brothers, and no enemies. You and Gotham are two completely unconnected worlds.”

Now, tell me, why have you come here!

The Wayne Corporation has once again exerted its influence. On the way here, Alfred had already helped search all of Gotham's communication records from the past hundred years to the present, and there was no record of Constantine. The other party is indeed a complete outsider.

"Why am I here?"

Constantine tilted his head as if deep in thought, moving closer to Batman as if about to offer an answer, "Hmm, about this..."

As he walked, he put his hand into his pocket, because he had just finished smoking a cigarette and needed to take out a new one, which made perfect sense.

Swish!

The next second, Constantine swung his hand out of his pocket, and a cloud of white powder suddenly flew out. The supernatural-related mechanical gadgets on Batman's body immediately started beeping quietly, proving that it was not just lime powder, but some kind of magical sabotage tool.

The machine is too slow; the white powder moves much faster than it.

But Batman's reaction speed is seven times faster than the white powder, and he will avoid the bad stuff on his own.

Before Constantine's white powder could even be sprinkled, Batman straightened his back and the grappling hook, which was secretly attached to his cape and secured beforehand, was activated.

The grappling hook immediately grabbed Batman's heavy body and pulled him back more than ten meters, all the way to the other edge of the rooftop. Batman then flipped backward and disappeared from Constantine's sight in an instant.

Constantine exhaled the cigarette from his mouth, not bothering to check where Batman had escaped to. As if he had discovered something, he easily pried open a decoration on the giant Bat-Signal without saying a word, nimbly slipped into the Bat-Signal, and covered the decoration with his own.

Boom!

The rooftop suddenly exploded, and the huge bat-shaped lamp was blown away, crashing into a nearby alley.

Constantine crawled out unharmed. A robbery was taking place in the alley, where three gangsters were extorting money from a father who was in a hurry to get money home to help his sick child.

"Yo!"

Constantine couldn't help but laugh. He had traveled all over the world for so long, and he had never seen a place better than Gotham.

Immediately, the streetlights flickered and were switched off. With three quick flashes, a ghostly figure flashed by, and the three gangsters were already unconscious on the ground.

The terrified father's eyes widened instantly, and he calmed down, his trembling ceasing. He murmured involuntarily, "Batman!"

Batman said he was busy right now.

The disheveled Constantine had taken advantage of the brief moment Batman was dealing with the streetlights and the three gangsters to escape the alley and reach a relatively open area.

Batman gave chase, but Constantine began to fight back, pulling out all sorts of strange gadgets and occasionally chanting some kind of spell.

These things aren't particularly powerful, at least not very destructive, but they each have unique effects, making them difficult to deal with. They can precisely stop his attacks on Constantine every time.

"That heavily made-up lunatic wasn't wrong at all. I just randomly picked a rooftop and there were explosives. You didn't actually plant explosives in every house in Gotham, did you?!"

Constantine shouted with a mixture of disgust and amusement, "What a pair of lunatics!"

"Were you sent by the Joker?"

Batman immediately became serious, exuding a murderous aura.

"Hey, that's really strange."

Constantine remained oblivious, curling his lip in disdain. "Didn't you send that lunatic out to search the world for people? Now you've dragged me into this mess, turning the tables on me. You're truly something else, Gotham's two madmen."

understood.

No wonder this complete stranger suddenly came over and started fighting; he'd been tricked by the clown.

No, rather than being fooled, it was more like it was intentional.

There is enough to analyze from Constantine's few words.

The Joker, whom he had sent out to search for superhumans, went around looking for people. He didn't know how many people he found, but Constantine was definitely among them. Given the Joker's personality, he must have had a good fight with Constantine.

Then, he probably gradually lost interest in Constantine, or perhaps he felt that he couldn't win over Constantine in a short time, so he said some things to shift the blame.

He didn't even need to guess; it was simply a matter of choosing between "I was instructed by Batman" and telling the truth.

Constantine's every move demonstrates that he is a smart man, and the Joker would most likely choose the latter when faced with such a person.

Even if we're being honest, the reason the Joker left Gotham and went looking for people is still because of Bruce. He was the one who came to Gotham after being told the truth. Clearly, Constantine is not only a smart man, but also a petty and vindictive person.

Although the root of the problem lies with Batman, he will never admit his mistake!

Since we finally have a native magician like Constantine, let's settle things with a fight. If we can defeat Constantine here, we'll have the upper hand in the subsequent exchanges and obtain the most information at the lowest cost.

“Your soul is firmly bound together by magic, Constantine.”

Batman said in a deep, hoarse voice, "But magic isn't your exclusive domain."

"what!"

Constantine, while drawing the spell, retorted, "I've heard there's a mental institution in Gotham called Arkham Asylum. I think you'd be perfect for a training course there. Maybe all the patients there combined aren't as crazy and stupid as you."

As is widely known, Constantine was a womanizer, a smoker, a drinker, selfish, vindictive, and fond of scheming against others.

But besides all that, he also has one thing that's not even a little bit: he's very concerned about saving face!

"is it?"

Batman immediately threw out a mysterious gadget whose purpose had been identified, exclaiming, "Look what this is!"

Constantine glanced at it sideways. "You're testing me with this piece of junk?"

The real name of the damn demon most closely associated with the piece of junk Batman threw is actually in his hands. This is truly a case of showing off one's limited skills before an expert, making him want to laugh.

He could see through almost all the magical gadgets Batman threw out, and easily find various ways to counter them in an instant, or even use them in reverse.

This is a true master, no doubt about it.

It seems that using local mystical tools won't work against Constantine—at least not with what I currently have.

But it doesn't matter.

Batman threw out another homegrown gadget, waiting for Constantine to decipher it, before immediately throwing out a second gadget.

"Let me see what kind of junk you've thrown out this time?"

Constantine wasn't surprised at all. Batman was dirty as much as possible during the fight, and luckily he was dirty too, since no one could outdo the other in terms of dirtiness.

If Batman had always focused on technology and combat, it would have been fine, but now he's actually trying to fight him with magic; he's practically courting death.

No matter how he throws them, everything Batman has is within his knowledge and control, making it very easy for him.

"Let me see what you've thrown out this time?"

Constantine dissected the ordinary, mysterious props that had been thrown over first, while looking at those that arrived later.

But upon seeing this, he suddenly froze, momentarily losing his focus for the first time in this battle. His eyes became increasingly fixed on the spot, like a hungry wolf eyeing a large piece of meat, its gaze turning green with shock.