Injustice Batman had never imagined that one day, he would place his hopes on the Superman before him. At least at this moment, he hoped Superman could take him away.
Simply because he did not particularly want to meet Stalin either.
But unfortunately, Injustice Superman seemed to have suffered some sort of shock. He was not in a good mental state, standing there blankly without any reaction. Even with guns pointed at him, he remained rooted in place, lost in his own thoughts.
Injustice Batman could have escaped, but he felt that if he left Injustice Superman here, things might spiral even further out of control. So in the end, he decided to stay.
Even so, their reaction speed and professionalism exceeded his expectations. The instant the flashlight beam swept over, three groups closed in from ahead, behind, and behind to his right, their dark muzzles aimed at his head.
To avoid provoking them, Injustice Batman raised his hands. When they came within two or three meters, Batman saw distinctly Slavic features. By then, he was almost certain of their identities.
But he had been certain a little too soon.
Just as the leader closed to within roughly two meters, Batman saw his finger pull the trigger. He cursed inwardly and immediately dropped down, trying to dodge.
But the gunshot never came. What shot from the muzzle was a glowing purple Web. It flew over with a sharp whoosh, enveloping both Injustice Batman and Injustice Superman.
When the Web touched Injustice Superman, he instinctively raised an arm to resist. But the threads woven into the net suddenly lit up, binding his upper body tightly. He struggled for quite a while, yet failed to break free.
That made Injustice Batman realize that this thing was probably not a technological product—at least,