American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

Barry frowned, lost in thought: "Then, he'll probably loathe blueberries and not want to touch them at all. As time goes on, this principle and belief will deepen in his heart, and he might even have a stress reaction just from seeing a blueberry advertisement."

Locke nodded again: "That's right, that's true. This isn't the worst situation. Blueberries aren't indispensable in life, so in this case, it's probably just a matter of not seeing them. But what if this person is an orchard worker who needs to be in contact with blueberries every day?"

Barry's eyes widened instantly; he understood what Locke meant.

"The principle of never killing is not inherently problematic. However, life is full of disappointments, and who can remain completely free of murderous intent? Generally, when murderous intent arises, one can suppress it through instinct. But Batman deliberately established this principle, constantly reinforcing this belief on top of what is typical of ordinary people!"

“If he were just an ordinary person, his problem wouldn’t be so big. But he’s the guardian of a city, and almost every day, every hour, he’s dealing with all sorts of damned bastards!”

"Rape and murderer, drug traffickers, terrorist organizations that destroy everything, human traffickers... every single one of them, every single one of whom would make an ordinary person want to kill them without hesitation, deserving to be torn to pieces, yet he repeatedly lets those guys go by hand in order to maintain his absolute belief in not killing, and even needs to save them when their lives are in danger..."

"And the more this happens, the more villains want to provoke him."

Barry's face had completely darkened.

"I understand now. The moment Batman set the principle of never killing, he had already driven himself to a dead end. As time went on and he encountered more and more villains, his kind nature and his belief in never killing kept clashing. Batman's (Ma Le Zhao) mind was constantly being twisted. He had already turned himself into a guy on the verge of madness. Once his own will collapsed, it would be the beginning of his complete madness."

"Batman, the moment he established this principle, almost sealed his fate of corruption!"

Locke nodded. This was the fundamental reason why Batman had so many corrupted forms. Relying on a principle that no superhero could possibly follow, he was torn between tyranny and non-killing, forcing himself into a ticking time bomb, just waiting for his will to completely collapse and crumble.

After a long silence, Barry suddenly spoke with unwavering resolve.

"Sir, I'm afraid I won't be able to entertain you personally."

"I'm going to Gotham City now."

"Oh~" Locke looked at Barry with interest.

“I will try to stop him, stop him from continuing to be a superhero or the guardian of the city, or make him give up that damn principle and belief.”

"He's a very stubborn person."

"I also understand that people who are not stubborn will not set such strange beliefs for themselves."

"If I can't do any of these things, then... I'll kill him with my own hands!"

Chapter 146 How could an adult bully a child?

Gotham City, the infamous city of sin, seemed to have an air that was more gloomy and oppressive than other places. The dim sunlight seemed unable to dispel the deathly atmosphere of the area.

A streak of light traveled at incredible speed through Gotham City, quickly covering almost the entire city before finally arriving outside Wayne Manor.

Barry looked up at a camera and said politely, "Please inform Mr. Bruce Wayne that I would like to see him."

"If he doesn't want to see me, tell him my name is Barry, Barry Allen, I'm the Flash, a superhuman."

Based on Barry's understanding of Batman Bruce Wayne, a stubborn and suspicious guy, there's no reason why he wouldn't meet with a superhuman who suddenly approached him.

Just as Barry had expected, a short while later, Alfred, the butler, came out of the manor and politely welcomed Barry into the manor.

Moments later, Barry saw his target, Bruce Wayne, a celebrity he often saw in newspapers and on television.

Bruce Wayne, the Batman, is very unique in both temperament and appearance. He has a special cool temperament, but he doesn't appear cold. He doesn't have the temperament of a villain, but he inexplicably gives people a sense of fear. You can tell at a glance that this person is not someone to be messed with.

As for his appearance, his distinctive chin is truly unforgettable.

Bruce Wayne, dressed in an expensive-looking suit, looked directly at Barry and said calmly, "Mr. Barry, I don't think I know you."

"But you still saw me, didn't you? Because I'm a superhuman, Mr. Bruce. Be wary of all superhumans."

Bruce Wayne frowned slightly: "Mr. Barry, I sensed something amiss in your voice. You seem to have a problem with me."

Barry didn't speak directly, but looked at Bruce Wayne with a complicated expression.

"Mr. Bruce, if someone asked you to give up your childish hero games for the sake of world peace and to live a peaceful life as a wealthy man and enjoy life, would you agree?"

Bruce Wayne stared intently at Barry, his gaze turning slightly cold: "Who exactly are you, and what do you know?"

With a casual wave of his hand, Alfred, the butler standing at the door, nodded quietly and pressed a button. Instantly, the entire Wayne Manor was locked down.

"Haven't I already said who I am? Barry Allen, they also call me The Flash. As for my purpose, it's even simpler. I've already said it, Mr. Bruce Wayne, or Batman, give it up. Give up your childish and boring superhero game."

"Batman's existence has extremely limited positive impact on this city; on the contrary, the negative impact is terrifying!"

"Mr. Bruce Wayne, you think you're the righteous one, the Knight of the Night, but in reality, this city would be better off without Batman! No, not only that, the whole world would be better off!"

Bruce Wayne's expression was incredibly cold, almost frighteningly so.

"I don't know where you got all this information from, but clearly, kid, you've been fooled!"

Barry suddenly gave a bitter laugh: "Just as I expected, it's exactly as described in that book. Stubborn, indifferent, and suspicious, you really can't be persuaded. In other words, that future is almost inevitable."

Barry trembled slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I don't like killing people, and I've never killed anyone before, but you are just too dangerous."

"If killing you is a sin, I'd rather go to hell after I die!"

"So, die, Bruce Wayne!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Barry's figure vanished from the spot.

The Flash has never been weak in combat; he's just a bit goofy and rarely shows real killing intent, so he always seems to be easily defeated by various superhumans. But at this moment, when Barry truly harbors murderous intent and unleashes the Speed ​​Force without any concealment...

The terrifying speed launched a frenzied attack on Batman from every angle and direction, leaving him no way to avoid it, resist it, find any trace of it, or even detect its movement.

Visibly, horrifying wounds began to appear on Bruce Wayne's body.

At this moment, on a balcony of Wayne Manor, a voluptuous and alluring figure, like a night fairy, was watching the scene below with great interest.

"Interesting, really interesting. That little boy looks so simple-minded, but he's actually so strong. He beat Bruce Wayne so badly that he couldn't fight back at all."

"Even the most naive little boy won't hesitate to stain his hands with blood if his bottom line is crossed," a voice suddenly rang out.

With long, slender legs and a curvaceous figure, the catwoman, who looked like a cat, suddenly bristled. Her entire body shrank, and she looked warily in one direction.

She saw a handsome man, an incredibly handsome man whose good looks defied description, quietly gazing at her with an admiring look.

Catwoman could clearly feel the other person's gaze sweeping over her long legs, pert buttocks, and other sensitive areas.

Catwoman was somewhat annoyed, but inexplicably, she couldn't seem to get angry. Perhaps it was because the other person was just too handsome.

It has to be said that this handsome guy's face is truly outrageous; he's naturally much more likable than the average person.

"Come here, sit with me for a while, and we can watch the show that's about to begin."

"The Flash beats Batman so badly, this kind of show is rare. If it were shown in theaters, it would be guaranteed to gross at least 200 million yuan."

Catwoman pursed her lips. "Why should it be in the past just because you say so?"

Despite thinking this, he strangely stood up and walked to Locke's side.

At this moment, Locke was sitting in a single seat when Catwoman turned her gaze and plopped down on Locke's lap.

"Handsome, you're acting strange. I can't seem to refuse what you're saying."

"That's not surprising. Just as a subject cannot refuse a king, and an employee cannot refuse a boss, when the gap between you and your partner is too large, neither your mind nor your body will refuse me."

"No, that's not all. You are a catwoman, with the nature of a cat, and cats are creatures that admire strength. Your instincts are driving you to come closer to me."

"So, handsome, you're really strong then~"

Locke smiled slightly: "In every aspect, I should be stronger than you think."

"Really?" The catwoman's eyes shone brightly, just like a cat's eyes when it sees something interesting.

"But I don't quite believe it, so could you prove it to me?" She slowly leaned closer to Locke's ears, exhaling an alluring fragrance.

Locke looked at the catwoman with great interest. To be honest, there were quite a few hot women among Locke's women, but this one was really something else—seductive and enchanting, like a fairy.

Even the shimmering light doesn't have such a pure, eerie quality; it's just... so fresh!

My interest in teasing the cat was piqued: "Then tell me, how do you plan to prove it?"

"For example, how about stopping those two guys from fighting?"

"Stop them? Why should we stop them? Neither of them will die. At worst, Bruce Wayne will lose a few pounds of blood, have a few scratches on his face, and eventually they'll arrest Barry."

After all, these are the Flash and Batman. While the Flash is powerful when he gets serious, he'll inevitably fall victim to Batman's schemes if he can't defeat Batman instantly.

As for Batman, he adheres to the principle of not killing. At most, he will arrest the Flash, and once he finds out that the Flash is a good kid, he will release Barry after obtaining some information. Of course, having dozens or even hundreds of backup plans to deal with the Flash is another matter entirely.

Catwoman's eyes blinked slightly, and she asked with some curiosity, "Handsome, you seem to know a lot about both of them?"

Locke nodded: "I guess so."

"After all, the fight between the two of them, in a way, was because of me."

Catwoman's eyes widened instantly: "That little boy fought Bruce to the death because of you?"

“Yes!” Locke admitted without a care.

"Why? Do you have a grudge against Bruce?"

"I have no grudge against him, but I really dislike some of the things he does. He's probably the superhero I have the worst impression of in this world."

Even for third-tier characters like Cyborg and Aquaman, Locke's impression was better than Batman's.

Because they are very sensible and won't drive themselves crazy. Moreover, they can play a role in major battles, unlike Batman, who is not only useless in real battles but also always a hindrance. He is an amateur in foreign battles but an expert in domestic battles.

"Then why don't you deal with Bruce yourself? Why do you have to use a little boy instead?"

"You really are like a cat, so curious."

"Tell me, please tell me. I'll reward you if necessary."

"Hehe~" Locke chuckled, and after a moment, spoke: "The reason I didn't intervene personally is simple. Why would an adult lay a hand on a brat? Kids fighting is just what I need."

Chapter 147 Lacking the Concept of Death

While Locke and Catwoman were playing a cat-teasing game, the battle between The Flash and Batman below had already been decided.

Bruce Wayne, covered in injuries, leaned against the corner of the wall. His clothes were completely soaked, not with sweat, but with blood. There were even pools of blood at his feet.

At that moment, Alfred, the butler, was bandaging Bruce Wayne.

“Young Master Bruce, I must say, this is the most serious injury I have ever seen you suffer. If that kid hadn’t been so badly injured that most of his attacks hadn’t hit non-lethal spots, you wouldn’t have survived even if you had three lives.”

Upon hearing this, Bruce Wayne nonchalantly replied, "In the end, I still won, didn't I?"

As he spoke, Bruce Wayne looked towards the distance, where Barry the Flash was tightly bound in mid-air by layers of chains.

The Flash, Barry, didn't struggle. He just looked at Bruce Wayne with an incredibly complex expression—sadness, sadness, disappointment, and disappointment in himself.

“Mr. Bruce Wayne, you simply don’t understand. Can’t you see it? I hurt you so badly, and now that you’ve caught me, I don’t feel the slightest fear. Don’t you understand why?”

"Because I'm not afraid of you at all! Who would be afraid of a Night Knight who adheres to the principle of not killing?"

Bruce Wayne scoffed, "You think death is the only thing that's truly terrifying? Well, you're in for a surprise. I've specialized in torture and interrogation; believe me, you won't want to experience it a second time. I'll get everything I want from you."

Barry just smiled wryly, without a trace of fear: "So what? I never intended to hide anything. I can tell you anything you want to ask, so what are you going to do? Let me go after you get enough answers?"

"Are you still going to arrest me? On charges of intentional assault? What's the point? I could escape from any prison in less than a second!"

Bruce Wayne fell silent for a long time before looking intently at Barry.

"You seem to be hoping I'll kill you?"

“I don’t expect you to kill me, after all, who wants to die? I just despise your ridiculous principle of not killing, the so-called to avoid becoming a demon and to avoid trampling on the law. But you have actually become a demon, and you have been trampling on the law all along. No one has ever given you the rights of a Night Knight.”

"You have clearly committed all the wrongdoings, yet you choose not to kill me under the pretext of not committing those wrongdoings. Do you know how terrible that is?"

“Terrible?” Bruce Wayne frowned.

Bruce Wayne glanced at Alfred, the butler beside him: "Alfred, how's the thing I asked you to look into coming along?"

“Found it,” Alfred, the butler, replied. “But to be honest, Master Bruce, the information might be quite different from what you imagine. This young boy is neither a criminal nor a bad person; on the contrary…”

"He's actually a superhero, right!"

Alfred, the butler, looked at Bruce Wayne in surprise: "Young Master Bruce, how did you manage to guess that?"

Bruce Wayne didn't look at him again, but turned his gaze back to Barry.

"Little boy, tell me, you don't actually want to kill me, yet you have such a strong desire to kill me. And what do you know about those strange things you said, and where did you find out from?"

Barry fell silent, a long silence, and after a moment, he sighed.

"There are some things I can't tell you, but I can tell you what you most want to know."

“Mr. Bruce, I see your future, an incredibly terrifying future.”

"So, this is why you want to kill me? To avoid that so-called terrible future?" Bruce Wayne didn't show any sarcasm; instead, he looked like he was seriously thinking.

"Yes."