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No judgment was made.
The main problem is that he doesn't understand what the name actually means.
"Has his personality not been affected?" Through the one-way glass, seeing Barry Allen start reading, Batman left the laboratory without looking back.
Dark as ink.
Gotham's streets are a chaotic tapestry woven from neon lights and shadows.
The Batmobile roared past.
The tires screeched against the ground. Instead of heading towards Wayne Manor, it followed a hidden underground passage deep into an abandoned industrial area on the outskirts of the city.
This is an abandoned military factory, but beneath the factory lies a completely different world. Deep underground, it has now been transformed into a brand-new, high-tech secret base.
It is deeper and more hidden than the Bat Cave.
There were no signs at the entrance.
There was no traceable signal source.
This is the "Multiverse Research Facility," which Bruce Wayne personally activated in recent days, specifically for investigating anomalous phenomena from other universes.
"Multiverse war, extraterrestrial invasion..."
The Batmobile slowly came to a stop in front of the underground metal platform. Batman jumped out of the car and walked briskly to the trunk, from which he dragged out a heavy black box.
The box made a screeching sound as it rubbed against the ground.
The echoes reverberated through the empty base corridors.
“There is another me…and many more me.”
Batman was clearly deep in thought the whole way. He dragged the suitcase along, his boots pounding on the new alloy floor, the sound of his footsteps like a muffled heartbeat.
Inside the base, Batman walked through automatic identification gates and a biometric scanning area to reach the core area, where the blue light from the technological equipment cast cold shadows on the walls.
Both sides of the corridor.
The holographic projector operates silently.
The abnormal energy readings from all over the world were constantly being updated. Batman only glanced at them briefly before continuing to drag the large box toward the central area.
Because the base has just been established.
All the instruments looked brand new, as if they had just come out of the factory. There were no unique props collected or customized in the base, except for one seemingly ordinary hibernation pod that stood out.
Inside was a sleeping man—in the transparent hibernation pod, bald Lex Luthor lay quietly, his once arrogant face now gaunt, his eyes sunken, and his temples covered with dense nerve sensors. His chest rose and fell faintly, like a lifeless doll.
“You weren’t killed, you were just imprisoned, there must be a reason.”
Batman paused briefly in front of the hibernation pod. Clearly, during his solo mission in Metropolis, he had concealed some information he had gathered from Clark—he had found the Lex Luthor of this universe, who was imprisoned by the Luthor of a parallel universe, and brought back this new base that could prevent Superman from spying on him.
perhaps.
Batman suspected that Lex Luthor might have some traces or hidden dangers left by his counterpart, or perhaps he felt he could use Luthor to find some information about the multiverse war.
Batman's gaze was as sharp as a knife, fixed on Luther's pale face.
He was unable to wake the other person.
Because the other person's state was like that of a living dead person, unable to wake up but also unable to die.
"Maybe Superman needs to kiss him." An absurd thought suddenly popped into Batman's head. He frowned, suppressing his somewhat abnormal emotions.
“I would rather believe that the Ian virus really exists than believe that my isotopes have exerted this influence on me… Such a thought is itself a manifestation of being affected.”
Batman began to conduct a self-diagnosis.
He was preparing to continue dragging the large box to the research equipment.
The communicator at his waist suddenly rang at that moment.
"Master."
It's Alfred.
For Bruce Wayne, when he became Batman, there were very few people he could contact at all times, and Alfred was one of his most important "family members".
"Has Damian run away again? Or is he still plotting to attack the Gotham Police Department?" Batman frowned, feeling that Alfred contacting him at this time couldn't be anything good.
however.
"No, no, no, the young master was very well-behaved today."
"He even changed his mind, saying that superheroes are really cool, especially using enemy attacks to fry a dying steak, and since the steak won't be medium-rare, the idea of risking his life to defeat the villain is exactly what he dreams of being." Alfred's voice came through the earpiece.
His tone carried a hint of a smile.
The temperature in the base laboratory remained constant, but Batman felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.
“You shouldn’t have let him read Ian Kent’s comics. That’s not something a living person who wants to live a normal life should read,” Batman sighed, giving Ian’s comics extremely high praise.
“I assure you no.” Alfred paused, “but the young master has indeed been browsing a lot of online news recently, especially the special report about the sacrifice of the Kent family’s youngest son.”
Hear the words.
Bruce charged toward the base's computer.
His cloak swept over the test tube rack on the table.
"It's that story about the death of Superman in stockings."
Alfred seemed to sense something was amiss. "This should just be some kind of publicity stunt or prank, right? After all, that kid just hacked into that information-gathering website you created."
As soon as these words came out.
The communicator was simply thrown onto the control panel.
"What did he do?" Bruce lunged at the main control terminal, his fingers leaving afterimages on the keyboard. Twelve screens lit up simultaneously, each displaying a comical emoji—the reason why his personally written monitoring and protection programs hadn't given him any warnings had been found: all the monitoring programs had become electronic tombstones.
Even the Superhero Popularity Center has changed hands.
Upon entering this website.
There is no other information.
The entire collection is filled with stunning sound effects and videos reminiscing about Superman in stockings. One hundred videos, one hundred different, with booming sound effects, explosive special effects, and outrageously well-edited content.
Each video is like a heroic epic tailor-made for that boy, accompanied by tear-jerking background music and a screen full of bullet comments, making it impossible for people to resist that tragic emotion.
of course.
There are other videos as well.
such as.
Shocking! Batman Cries in the Middle of the Night, Admits He's Inferior to Superman in Stockings (High-Definition Remastered Version)
Upon seeing the headline, Bruce wisely refrained from clicking on it. Instead, he opened the real-time data analysis and discovered that 2.3 million users worldwide had participated in the discussion on the "stocking spirit."
"Master?"
Alfred's voice came from the ground.
"Should I activate the emergency plan? You know, the one where you complain to Superman?"
He was conducting an inquiry.
"..."
Bruce did not answer.
His gaze remained fixed on the verified account of the villain Darkseid.
at this time.
Darkseid also uses a villainous tone to reminisce about Pantyhose Superman.
Not many people recognize this name, but since it has a verified badge, the number of people who like and share the posts from this account is certainly not small.
"Impersonating all sorts of superheroes is one thing, but this guy even goes so far as to impersonate villains?" Even as a master of facial expression management, his eyes couldn't help but twitch at this moment.
"Could it get any more outrageous?"
I really don't know how to evaluate Batman.
He started typing on the keyboard.
An attempt to regain control of the [Superhero Popularity Center].
"Hmm? Another hacking style?"
I gave it a try.
Batman was somewhat surprised after failing to win.
[Permission denied]
The website has been upgraded.
[The Supreme Administrator—A Great Hero Who Remains Anonymous]
Busy for a long time.
Batman only received this feedback.
Let alone fighting for authority.
He still needs to fill out a questionnaire to get back his more than 300 alternate accounts. This wasn't the first time he'd been killed, but even with Apokolips technology, Batman hadn't regained control of the website.
His computer even got infected with a virus as a result.
Play Little Batman's Adorable Game on repeat.
"..."
to be frank.
Aside from the mixed feelings, the Gotham lord of dozens of intelligence websites wasn't angry about the websites being hacked; he had already realized that Ian had his reasons for doing all this.
It's incredible that the boy could draw strength from such news headlines, but a great deal of evidence had already revealed this truth to Bruce.
After staring at the computer screen for a long time, Batman decided to give up.
"The strong artificial intelligence in his hands is still evolving." The old man of Gotham's eyes were very deep as he made what he felt was the most reasonable judgment.
Yes.