Bruce's Helplessness

Bruce Wayne was in a bad mood.

Very bad.

If anything had happened to Diana, he would absolutely be held fully responsible.

It was he who contacted Diana and asked her to recruit Beckett;

It was he who mistakenly identified Beckett as a descendant of Scandinavians.

"Wait, Bruce... Bruce Wayne? What happened?"

Barry Allen's voice trembled as he hurriedly fastened his seatbelt.

Bruce Wayne's flooring of the accelerator was simply too frightening.

The supercar's performance was pushed to its limits on the main streets of the Central City, and the roar of the engine mirrored Bruce Wayne's utterly terrible mood.

He wanted to roar, but he couldn't.

He is Bruce Wayne, he is Batman.

Controlling his emotions is the key to Batman's eternal freedom from corruption and his continued soaring over Gotham.

Not every superhero can guarantee that they won't fly into a rage and take action when facing the lunatics of Gotham, but Bruce Wayne did just that.

Although many people in Gotham despise his behavior.

After all, while he instilled fear in Gotham's criminals, the number of people with nice words at Arkham Asylum only increased.

"Barry, I'm asking you, are you familiar with Greek Mythology?"

Unconsciously, Bruce Wayne used Batman's distinctive voice.

"Greek Mythology? Of course. Don't let my appearance fool you, I actually loved reading extracurricular books when I was in school, like Captain Jack Sparrow, Robinson Crusoe, and so on."

Speaking at a machine-gun pace, Barry Allen rambled on for a while before realizing he hadn't directly addressed Bruce Wayne's question. Barry paused for half a second, then forcefully steered the conversation back on track. "What I mean is, I actually have quite a wide range of interests."

"That's good."

After leaving Barry Allen with a cryptic remark, Bruce Wayne remained silent.

Barry Allen's expressionless and oppressive aura made him swallow back the words he wanted to say several times.

Why would the Son of Titan consult books about Norse Mythology?

What connection exists between the Titans and the Norse gods?

Without consulting the records, even Bruce Wayne wouldn't have imagined that the Son of Titan would have any connection with the Norse gods.

"We've arrived, get off the bus."

With a slam on the brakes, accompanied by the frantic screeching of tires against the pavement, the supercar, gleaming in the sunlight, finally fell silent.

"Oh oh."

Barry Allen, who was completely bewildered, nodded, got out of the car, and followed Bruce Wayne into the private jet that had been waiting there for a long time.

"Cool~"

"So where are we going now? Kansas?"

Barry Allen's eyes were filled with excitement as he boarded the private jet of one of the world's richest people for the first time in his life.

Although he didn't know why Bruce Wayne asked him if he knew Greek Mythology, he was certain that the private jet was not bound for Gotham.

"That's right, we're going to Kansas to meet up with another person on our team."

Bruce Wayne gazed at the white clouds outside the window and took a sip of his drink.

Who is it?

"Diana, a Greek demigod."

After finishing a glass of wine, Alfred, the base's butler, had already sent all the books and information he could find about Greek Mythology and Norse Mythology to Bruce's laptop.

The sheer size and the wide variety of names gave Bruce Wayne a headache.

Even though he has a memory and reading ability far beyond that of ordinary people, it is not easy for him to digest this set of materials in a short period of time.

The more Bruce Wayne encountered the darker side of the world and the more battles he fought, the more he had to accept what the madman had told him.

The more cunning a person is, the more likely they are to fail in unpredictable situations.

Humans, after all, have their limits.

Leaving aside distant examples, let's just take the recent Doomsday incident as an example.

Superman and Diana were both able to hold their own against Doomsday, but he seemed utterly powerless.

He was so powerless that he was practically a background character, his only role perhaps being to provide Superman with the Kryptonite spear that Doomsday.

Although no one said it to him, Bruce himself knew it perfectly well.

As he gets older, his agility and reflexes have begun to decline.

Or rather, his physical functions have declined to varying degrees compared to his peak years in his youth.

Do you need my help?

Barry Allen's voice interrupted Bruce Wayne's thoughts.

"I mean, we're a team now, so it's normal for team members to help each other, right?"

Bruce Wayne's gaze was very intimidating, Barry Allen hurriedly spread his hands to explain his point of view in order to avoid any misunderstanding.

"To be honest, I'm pretty good at handling these kinds of things."

"Of course." Bruce Wayne pushed the laptop toward Barry Allen.

Whoosh!

The sharp wind howled past, ruffling Bruce Wayne's hair.

The moment the ice was poured into the glass, along with the bubbles, came Barry Allen's confident face. "Done."

"I looked at the parts you marked. You're probably trying to find commonalities between them, right?"

Barry Allen shrugged and pushed the notebook back in front of Bruce Wayne.

"You know, my superpower is speed. This speed is not only the speed at which I run, but also the speed at which I read, the speed at which I think, and the speed at which I act."

Under Bruce Wayne's watchful eye, Barry Allen spoke eloquently.

"Oh, right, I actually need to clarify something. In some things, I'm not fast at all; on the contrary, I take quite a long time. You know, I can... I can control these things."

Perhaps it was Bruce Wayne's gaze that made the sensitive Barry Allen feel uneasy, and in order to maintain his dignity as a man, he explained it to himself again.

The explanation is easy to understand.

"Wow, this is really... a very convenient superpower."

After finishing the smooth-tasting wine, Bruce Wayne raised an eyebrow and shifted his gaze from Barry Allen to the computer screen.

He suddenly realized that the wine didn't taste as good as it used to.

"Thank you." Barry Allen took a small sip of his Lafite, accepting Bruce Wayne's compliment.

This was the first time he had ever drunk such an old vintage of red wine, and the taste was... just so-so.

Barry Allen pursed his lips, really wanting to pour in half a bottle of Sprite.