"Speaking of your language about the future, apart from the vague whirlpool, there is nothing more clear?
Teen Titans were sitting in the combat conference room on the third floor of Titans Tower.
Originally, given Shane's character, he had no intention of opening this place.
After all, according to his idea, if he didn't want to be a nanny, then during his tenure at Instructor, he didn't even plan to let the Teen Titanss actually go out on any field missions as a Superhero preparatory organization.
Seriously, what kind of situation would require a group of unreliable kids to take action?
With him in charge, most of the problems that the original Teen Titans would encounter would not be a problem.
Deathstroke dared to come over and stir things up when he was full, and Shane dared to let Deathstroke really feel full and go back.
He would pull down Deathstroke's butt and then pinch open Deathstroke's mouth to feed it.
Lex Luthor was arrested in advance, and even Shane visited Watchtower several times through the atomized glass. The good guy was so restricted that he could only watch TV through the cell, and the only thing he could touch was the plastic box that contained daily meals.
The lawyer can't see him. Every time Lex Corp tries his best, he is targeted by Wayne Enterprises. Luthor can't use his fingernails to scrape some powder off a plastic dinner plate every day and then create a space cannon, right?
Wisdom and knowledge must also pay attention to the Basic Law.
Deathstroke doesn't cause trouble, Luthor doesn't cause trouble, and some little trash villains don't need Teen Titans to appear. From now on, this place is just a pure Superhero reserve training base.
We are all students in the school, so it is not appropriate to participate in fighting and killing.
But he never expected that a prophecy from Lilith Clay would actually cause Shane himself some trouble.
Facing further inquiries from Shane, Lilith shook his head from beginning to end.
"I can't see anything more."
Shane bit his lip and leaned back in the chair.
At first, he planned to follow Tim to Gotham to stir up trouble.
Just play, treat it as a holiday.
But Lilith told Shane nervously.
"Instructor, you have some thoughts that you shouldn't have. You have a very serious look of death on your face now."
Shane I wanted to look up to the sky and laugh three times.
Deadly?
What kind of incident could threaten him now?
Is Darkseid calling or Anti-Monitor?
After laughing twice, Shane suddenly remembered Scourge Virus in the original work of Invincible.
He had speculated before that, logically speaking, Viltrum's technological level was not low, so how could a mere virus infection lead to Genocide.
Later, when I thought about it, most people in this race don't take danger seriously, or they subconsciously think that something is not dangerous at all.
To approach someone with your face and test the quality is something that 99.99% Viltrumite will do.
Because in addition to their extremely high mortality rate due to their own rigorous selection and training, when facing the weapons of other civilizations, their mortality rate is really too low.
Viltrumite had a very smooth life in their galaxy.
Scourge Virus is not the root of Viltrumite's destruction, arrogance is.
For example, I just heard Lilith say that he has become very angry since he had the idea of following Gotham.
Shane What was your first knee-jerk reaction?
Damn it! I'm going to fly over with Tim right now and give Gotham a Viltrum special seat to taste it. He dares to utter nonsense about anything and give me the symbol of death. Flashpoint World and Gotham have been trampled to dust by me.
In short, Shane finally got rid of his inertial thinking. After calming down, he gave up the idea of going to Gotham, and then asked Lilith again.
But the result remains unchanged.
To sum up, no matter whether he goes or not, from the moment he first subconsciously wanted to go to Gotham, the symbol of death in the eyes of the prophet has been entangled in him like a bone marrow.
Seeing that Lilith couldn't describe any more characteristics of the black vortex, after fussing for a long time, Shane didn't even know whether that thing had a corresponding entity or was just some abstract metaphorical concept.
All he knew was that a prophet said that he was going to die.
Judging from Batman's background investigation on Lilith's recommender, the wealthy tycoon Roland, Lilith's predictions have not gone wrong yet.
Everyone looked nervously at Instructor who lowered his head and said nothing. It was the first time that Instructor had been silent for such a long time.
Even Rachel walked up to Shane and pressed Shane's shoulders with both hands.
Kara stood up from his seat with excitement. After a period of transformation, this Blonde Girl's eyes were full of unconvinced anger.
"No one can take away any life from me again that I don't want to let him die. This is a great insult to my choice. I will go with you, Instructor. I swear that I will only die in front of you----"
"Sit down, it's so noisy."
Shane finally spoke. He interrupted Kara's chatter and rubbed his temples with his hands.
"What are you all doing here? Do you think I'm someone easy to kill?"
Shane stood up and put one hand on the back of Rachel's left hand.
"To put it bluntly, what can kill me is definitely not just a crisis within Gotham. It will at least affect the entire earth. And when it reaches this point, the first headache is of course——"
The Grid robot, which had been as quiet as a chicken and stood next to the door of the conference room as a decoration, suddenly lit up its electronic eyes, and a message from Cyborg came from the speaker.
"Justice League calls Teen Titans."
"Justice League calls Teen Titans."
"Batman lost contact after returning to Gotham yesterday. Superman also lost contact after entering Gotham at 9:20 this morning."
"Justice League calls Zhent, please close the Teen Titans base----"
Lilith's face instantly turned pale and he murmured to himself.
"Why so fast?"
Tim jumped up from his seat like a spring, took three steps and two steps at a time and wanted to rush out of the conference room, but was held down by Shane who almost appeared in a flash.
Tim tore at Shane's five fingers in vain, but could not get rid of the shackles that were pressing down like a mountain.
"Let me go back to Gotham! Lilith also said that only when I go back can the problem be solved!"
Shane clicked his tongue and forced his way through Tim's body. With a light knee strike, Tim, who already had a strained abdominal muscle, fell to the ground trembling.
"Not to mention that your kid is now Teen Titans. You claim to be Batman as your idol. Why are you still so restless?"
Shane walked slowly towards the door and said.
"Gotham's Batcave, a nest of bat cubs, you are the only one outside?"
"Why don't you try to contact your other brothers and sisters first?"
Shane stopped in front of the Grid robot, and his voice suddenly dropped a lot.
"Suddenly, the situation became so serious that Justice League's entire army was wiped out in one fell swoop?"
Grid's electronic eye is still wandering around, and Cyborg's voice seems a little confused.
"What? No, currently only Batman and Superman have lost contact, the other Justice League members have not yet----"
With an extremely sudden strike of the hand knife, the Grid robot was still flashing. Green Light's head spun down and was held by Shane's palms.
Everyone stood up from their seats in shock at this sudden turn of events. They couldn't understand the meaning of Shane's actions at all.
Even Cyborg was exclaiming.
"What are you doing? Zhent?!"
"Forget it that Batman disappeared yesterday. Superman lost contact at around nine o'clock this morning. You still dare to notify me so late. No matter what the reason is, you are so slow to report. I can even accuse you of delaying the fighter plane."
As Shane spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Tim vaguely.
Tim, who was lying on the ground holding his belly, suddenly seemed to have a flash of inspiration.
"No matter what happens, I wouldn't need someone outside the Bat family to notify me of Batman's disappearance after so long! There is a problem with global network communications!"
Shane finally nodded with satisfaction.
"This also means Cyborg you have a problem!"
After finishing speaking, he lightly pressed his palms together, just like patting a piece of tofu. After the slight resistance, Grid's head turned into a pile of electric sparks and metal debris.