"You must place your trust in me."
Beneath Bruce Wayne's villa, in a cave converted into a laboratory, Rogers kept repeating the same hypnotic reminder to Bruce Wayne.
The ring on his hand emitted a ball of light, but the light stretched out like a thread and circled Wayne. Under Rogers's urging, the tip of the thread repeatedly approached Wayne's body, lightly touching him as if testing something, then quickly fleeing away.
After dozens of attempts, the light seemed to grow tired of the little game. It gave off an air of utter disdain and pulled away from Bruce Wayne. No matter how Rogers urged it, it refused to come any closer.
"Did it fail?" Wayne asked helplessly at the sight.
"You cannot trust me, so the ring's energy rejects you. It is like an ignorant child. It only draws close to those it feels close to." Rogers withdrew the energy. The test to let Bruce Wayne experience the ring's energy had run into trouble from the very beginning.
"Trust requires time and a foundation. And I rarely give my trust to others," Wayne said.
"Then, if we are to eliminate the hidden danger for you, we can only choose the backup plan," Rogers said. "I'll help you deal with Scarecrow and bring his Scarecrow's Mask back for you to study."
"As Batman?" Wayne raised an eyebrow, as though considering something.
"You can choose for yourself. I can disguise myself as you, or I can be myself." Rogers spread his hands.
"What I need to remind you is that this is only the beginning. If you cannot master this energy as soon as possible, then many of the difficult criminals you encounter in the future may possess similar power. This city is simply too suitable for the growth of Negative