"The Court of Owls, which secretly ruled Gotham, used the miraculous metal Amber Gold to create immortal 'Talons' as their agents."
David's eyes flickered.
Although Amber Gold could bring people back from the dead, vastly enhance their strength and agility, and grant immortality, it took effect far too slowly.
It had to be implanted into the body, then allowed to merge with the blood and cells year after year while the corpse remained frozen. Only then could the person be revived.
"The process is too slow. We can consider that a last resort.
"The other method—the Lazarus Pit!"
He picked up the pale, unconscious Avery, preparing to return to town first and check on his father. Otherwise, he could not rest easy.
"Even though I'll have to return to Gotham afterward, traveling between the two places at full speed will only take a few minutes."
For ordinary people, it would take several hours to drive between the two cities. To him, it was no farther than going to the supermarket in town.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Leaving the hotel, David broke through sonic booms as he sped along. He was faster than the fastest reconnaissance fighter jet on Earth, reaching Town Hospital in less than three minutes.
After tossing Avery onto the rooftop, he found his father's hospital room.
Creak.
"David."
The hospital room door opened. Seeing her younger son return after several days, Martha, who was holding her husband's rough hand and keeping vigil beside him with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, could no longer hold back her tears. Her voice trembled as she called out.
"Mom."
Seeing his father unconscious on the hospital bed, David frowned deeply and hugged his mother.
His father had always been optimistic and stubborn, strong as an ox. Now he lay