American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

"However, it's not just that."

"What I see is only the worst possible future of you. You destroyed a universe. Yes, you heard me right, you destroyed the entire universe!"

"And you have seven, or even more, terrifying futures that are less dangerous than these."

"Gotham City, in your attempt to protect Gotham City, you have left yourself with more than seven potential risks that could destroy the universe. Mr. Bruce, I urge you once again to abandon your ridiculous superhero game. Even without you, Gotham City wouldn't be any worse off."

"But as long as you continue playing your superhero game, those dozen or so terrible futures, including the seven most terrifying ones, could happen at any time."

"By then, it will be ten thousand Gothams, a hundred million Gothams, or even more Gotham cities that die—Gotham cities, not people!"

Bruce Wayne fell into deep thought and remained silent for a long time.

The scene fell completely silent for a moment.

A moment later, Batman suddenly looked up at Alfred and said, "Alfred, triple the targets for Project XB again!"

"Young Master Bruce!" Alfred's expression changed drastically, and he looked at Bruce Wayne with horror.

"Young Master Bruce, triple the amount? No, absolutely not! The previous times were dangerous enough. If it's tripled, then Young Master Bruce, you..."

“Project XB? What’s that?” Barry suddenly asked curiously.

Bruce Wayne did not answer.

"That was a plan to kill Batman himself."

A voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone present instantly turned to look in the direction of the sound.

Suddenly, a handsome man appeared on the sofa, with a hot woman in his arms. Bruce Wayne recognized her; she was Catwoman!

Barry was overjoyed: "Mr. Locke, you've arrived."

Locke nodded to Barry in response.

Bruce Wayne's gaze swept over Catwoman for a moment before landing on Locke: "It was you, wasn't it? You're the one who sent that boy to kill me, weren't you?"

"Kill you? No, that's just a little game."

“If I really wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t let Barry do it. He’s never even killed an ordinary bad guy, let alone you.”

Barry gave a wry smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Locke, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"Disappointed? No, no, I don't feel disappointed."

“Barry, I told you, you can do whatever you want, it’s your own choice.”

After saying that, Locke turned around and looked at Bruce Wayne.

"Bruce Wayne, to be honest, your actions have exceeded my expectations."

“I dislike you. You are suspicious. You doubt all superhumans and even precisely create methods and countermeasures against every superhero. Every superhero who takes it upon himself to protect the world deserves respect. Even I have some respect for them. But these superheroes have to guard against enemies while also guarding against a stab from you. You may not take action yourself, but the gadgets you create could fall into someone else's hands at any time.”

"You don't realize that you're just a mortal, yet you presumptuously set a principle of not killing. This is a principle that even true saints and God wouldn't dare to set arbitrarily. Saints would have murderous thoughts, and God would destroy the world. Yet you, a mortal, arrogantly believe that you've surpassed them."

"You are heartless; you will stop at nothing to achieve your goals."

"You condoned evil because your principle of not killing led to a surge in the number of villains interested in you. It is not unreasonable to attribute some of the resulting evil to you."

"You were never a real hero; in my eyes, you were just a self-important fool."

"But, until just now, you changed my opinion of you~"

Bruce Wayne, who had been constantly scorned and insulted, remained indifferent, showing no real anger. It could only be said that his inner strength was more resilient than one might imagine.

"Three times the planned target~" Locke's voice carried a hint of admiration.

“I have glimpsed twelve thousand of your futures, and you have not been able to escape any of them. You do not kill others, but you have made a plan to kill yourself.”

"Just one thing, to be honest, I admire you a little."

Aside from this eccentric individual, who else would devise a plan that guarantees their own death?

Upon hearing this, even Barry stared at Bruce Wayne in astonishment.

A moment later, Barry suddenly became excited and looked at Locke.

"Mr. Locke, does that mean the terrible future of the Batman Who Laughs, the Dawn Lantern, and the Red Death will not come true?"

Locke nodded, then shook his head.

"Under normal circumstances, it really won't happen."

"What about the abnormal ones?" This time, it was Bruce Wayne who asked the question.

"The Dark Multiverse is a very special place in your universe. To put it simply, you can understand it as all the villains you have encountered and fought against in that universe. Those villains have all become victors in the battles between the Dark Multiverse and you."

Bruce Wayne and Barry's expressions both changed.

"And in that dark universe, there exists a team entirely composed of fallen Batmen. Even within the dark universe, they are the most terrifying calamity and nightmare. No one knows when those fallen Batmen will appear in this world, and once they do..."

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Locke didn't say what came next, but it wasn't hard for the people present to understand.

After a long silence, Bruce Wayne took a deep breath: "Tell me, tell me how to deal with those guys? Or, tell me why those guys came to be."

Locke looked at him with a half-smile: "Bruce Wayne, I said all that just because I was surprised by your decision. You don't think that I developed any goodwill towards you because of that, do you?"

Bruce Wayne's expression remained unchanged: "Whether you like me or not is irrelevant. All you need to do is like the catwoman next to you."

"As for me, I think what I'm doing will make you feel more interesting, won't it?"

"Mr. Locke, if you may, please tell him."

Locke turned to Barry: "Barry, is this one of the three questions you and I agreed on?"

Barry paused for a moment upon hearing this. He knew how valuable this gentleman's promise of three questions was, but after glancing at Bruce Wayne, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, this counts as one of those three questions!"

Locke nodded, extended a finger, and a message was sent directly into Bruce Wayne's mind.

Bruce Wayne didn't immediately pay attention to the information; instead, he looked at Barry with a strange expression.

"Mr. Bruce, why are you looking at me like that?"

"You and he agreed to answer three questions?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

After a moment of silence, Bruce Wayne spoke again: "Sell me one."

.... .. ....

Barry was instantly filled with questions. What the heck? This kind of thing can be sold?

Before Barry could even react, Bruce Wayne uttered a number: "One hundred million dollars!"

"Hiss!" Barry gasped instantly. His monthly salary was only six thousand dollars. One hundred million dollars was a number that made Barry dizzy.

"What? Not satisfied? Then two hundred million it is!"

"Three hundred million!"

Barry was completely dumbfounded.

"Not enough? Then, five hundred million!"

"Stop, stop, stop! No, stop it from rising any further!" Barry clutched his chest, feeling like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

"Here, I'll give you one, but you don't need to pay, that's too scary."

Bruce Wayne remained noncommittal, simply looking at Alfred, the butler: "Alfred, transfer the money to Barry later."

After saying that, he turned to Locke and said, "Now, can I ask you questions?"

Locke looked at the Batman in front of him, who seemed to wield the power of money, with great interest: "Tell me about it. To be honest, I'm quite curious myself."

"Any question is acceptable?"

"It depends on my mood. Right now, I'm in a pretty good mood, and I can answer most questions."

Bruce Wayne nodded. "What if I wanted to ask how to kill you?"

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room instantly turned cold.

Barry, sweating profusely, stared at Bruce Wayne. He was mad! This Batman must be insane! Did he even know what kind of person he was?!

One second, two seconds...

Suddenly, Locke laughed, not in a mocking way, but in a hearty, unrestrained laugh.

"Haha, funny, really funny, Bruce Wayne, I've changed my opinion of you. You might be one of the funniest guys in the world."

"Can you answer?" Bruce Wayne stared intently at Locke.

Locke pondered for a moment before saying, "Kill me? I don't even know how to kill myself."

"However, I can tell you about my abilities."

“That works too,” Bruce Wayne said without any hesitation.

Locke smiled again, not angry at all.

A green energy lingered around my fingertips.

"I can control my time!"

As he spoke, an apple appeared in Locke's hand, rotting and then reviving, then rotting and reviving again, in a continuous cycle.

"I can control space."

A blue portal appeared, and Locke casually reached inside, grabbed a small polar bear, petted it a couple of times, and then tossed it back.

"I can set the rules freely, for example..."

With a wave of his hand, the sky turned completely dark; with another wave, the sky brightened again.

"I possess the ability to resurrect infinitely!"

"I also possess the power to devour everything in the world, including physical laws, energy, curses, and everything else, whether it has a physical form or not, or even conceptual things, such as personality and luck..."

"Kill me? Haha, I'd like to know too, which one should kill me?"

"Bruce Wayne, I don't have the concept of death." (Nine.)

Chapter 148 Equality Disregards Everyone

Even Bruce Wayne, who was as indifferent and cold as he was, trembled violently at this moment.

Is this even human?!

Even that big guy from the Metropolitan City wouldn't inspire such despair. Yes, he used the word "despair" in his mind!

Time, space, infinite resurrection, rule-making—how do you kill someone like this?

How is this any different from God?

“No, impossible! There is no life form in this world that is absolutely without weaknesses!” Bruce Wayne stared intently at Locke.

Locke laughed: "Bruce Wayne, how similar your expression is to the final wails of those enemies who fell to you."

"However, you are right, I am not without weaknesses, and I can even tell you those weaknesses clearly."

"Speak, I'm listening!"

"Your universe possesses seven supreme powers, which can be collectively referred to as the Seven Great Forces of the Universe. For example, Barry's Speed ​​Force is one of the seven supreme powers."

Barry was stunned; it was the first time he had ever known that his Speed ​​Force had such a powerful origin.

Bruce Wayne stared at Barry, his gaze shifting constantly, his mind racing with unseen thoughts.

"Mr. Bruce, could you please stop looking at me like that? Your gaze is weird."

After learning that Bruce Wayne had deciphered those terrifying futures by designing a suicide plan that would inevitably lead to his death, the attitude of the "427" members towards Bruce Wayne completely changed.

Bruce Wayne withdrew his gaze and looked back at Locke.

"This little boy's abilities are special, but they shouldn't be enough to threaten you."

Locke smiled and said, "The Speed ​​Force is graded. Barry's Speed ​​Force grade is not high. From low to high, it can be divided into six colors: red, yellow, blue, black, white, and gold."

Barry fell silent. So that's how it is. He only had a relatively low-level Speed ​​Force. He usually used the red one, and occasionally the yellow one would appear.

"So reaching the gold level is enough to defeat you?" Bruce Wayne asked directly.