Meanwhile, Heisenberg and the others returned to the arena on Themyscira in the blink of an eye.
After landing, Clark seemed to remember something. He hesitated for a moment, then quietly asked Heisenberg.
"Great-Grandfather, didn't Bruce seem like he had something else to say?"
"Uh? Did he?"
Heisenberg froze.
He tilted his head and quietly listened to the sounds in the distance.
A moment later, he indeed heard Batman in South America muttering to himself.
On the wasteland that had just been destroyed, Batman looked around blankly and rubbed his forehead helplessly.
"Damn it, this happened again!"
After speaking, he shook his head helplessly.
"Forget it. Plan B. Alfred, send another plane over for me!"
"Understood, sir, but we've been losing planes rather quickly lately!"
"Really? Then how many planes do we have left?"
"That probably isn't something you need to worry about. We still have a few thousand, I think?
I was merely lamenting how quickly they break down, not emphasizing the losses..."
"Mm!"
Hearing Alfred's words, Bruce nodded indifferently.
"The enemies we've faced lately have all been on a cosmic level. My aircraft are inevitably a little fragile.
Gather some rare metals for me. I'm afraid I'll need to upgrade our little gadgets."
With that, Bruce simply sat down nearby and waited alone.
Seeing Bruce standing there all by himself, Heisenberg on Themyscira burst out laughing.
"All right, all right, I failed to hear the rest of what he said again.
But he never says things clearly enough, so consider this a small lesson for him. Hahaha!"
As he laughed, Heisenberg patted Clark on the shoulder.
"I'll leave Themyscira to you for now. Take our people and let them get used to their new abilities.
I'll head into space and bring our spaceship back. There are still three