After Tim finished compiling a script about the love and life-and-death drama between Catwoman and Batman, the analyzer that had been running stably finally stopped buzzing after a burst of internal abnormal noises.
Tim jumped off the chair and quickly ran to the analyzer. He first checked the screen, which was vaguely covered with green lines, and then ran to the computer connected to the analyzer and tapped a few times.
After a cursory glance at the data displayed on the computer, Tim quickly imported it into a bat-shaped USB flash drive.
Tim, who was holding the USB flash drive, looked around at the other people in Batcave. He looked like he wanted to find someone to entrust him to, but he repeatedly rejected himself while thinking.
Until Shane walked to Tim and took the initiative to reach out and hold the USB flash drive.
Tim did not let go immediately, but looked at Shane dully, with a rather surprised expression on his face.
"Lilith said Instructor that your mortality rate is higher than all of ours combined."
"But only I have the greatest probability and certainty to keep it intact, and only by doing our best to solve it can we be most likely to help me get rid of the prophesied death. Look at you, you have no confidence in cracking this virus alone?"
"To be precise, even if you include other members of the Batman Family family that I know well, except for Batman, it may not work."
Tim sighed and pointed with his free arm at Zombie Catwoman, who had obvious cat-like features on the ground.
"The horror of this virus is simply unheard of. It can even use imagery to "change the genetic structure of Human Body. And because of the special ribozyme that forcibly binds the nanomechanical structure and the protein structure together, its contagiousness is far beyond our initial expectations."
"Air, water, saliva - it contains almost all the transmission capabilities currently known to humans, and it can survive in the air for a very long time."
"Regardless of the side effects of the so-called Superpowers, just looking at the virus itself, its lethality rate and infectivity are both more powerful than any other virus that has ever appeared in the history of the earth."
"I am by no means an alarmist, Instructor. Once it spreads, it will only take three days for the entire earth to no longer be called civilization. Even one in a billion people who can resist the transformation of this virus and survive is a luxury."
After Tim finished speaking, he and Shane looked at each other quietly until Shane spoke again without any wavering in his expression.
"Tim, you are Robin from Batman. You must have read my information in detail. You know how tenacious I am as Viltrumite. As long as I have a breath and a trace of consciousness, I will insist on handing over the intact U disk to the person who can solve this problem."
"This is also the only way I can think of to get rid of Death Image, because only this virus, and even the guy who controls the source of this virus, is the one who has a real chance of killing me."
"I'm not fighting for the earth, I'm fighting for myself. It's just that some bastard briefly bound me to the earth."
He finally let go of his hand, watched as Shane carefully put the bat USB drive close to his heart, took a deep breath, and tried his best to cover up the trembling in his voice.
"But I still don't understand why these viruses are currently entrenched in Gotham?"
"This is what we do next."
Shane stroked his chest lightly, then reached out to help Tim tidy up his suit.
"Now we have to find the reasons behind it and the people who might be able to solve it."
Shane looked at the pitch-black Tunnel behind Batcave's door. Rachel, who had finished his meditative state, floated silently to his side.
This time, Rachel no longer looked at Shane, but kept looking in the same direction as Shane.
"Let's go, Teen Titanss, I need everyone to make some noise this time."
Shane and Tim once again completed the transition of team leader roles almost seamlessly, and Tim took the lead. At the moment Shane's order stopped, he led the Teen Titans out of Batcave.
Batman has almost lost count of how long he persisted.
This is a very rare thing for him.
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After all, no matter how seriously injured he was in the past, his brain could remember the development of any event every minute like the most precise clock.
But this time it's really different.
First, there was the most unexpected person, wearing a blood-red Helmet. While he was away from Gotham, during the busy period of Watchtower, he recruited a group of subordinates and disturbed the backwater of Gotham that had been dormant for several weeks.
Batman received the alarm from Alfred and hurried back to Gotham. Along the way, he thought it was just another trick played by an old rival.
But it wasn't until Batman had eliminated most of the man's men, causing him to personally fight with Batman, that Batman was keenly aware that something was wrong.
This was by no means any old acquaintance he had fought against in the past, but the opponent's punches, kicks, and fighting style all revealed the familiar shadow of Batman.
It's just that the guy with the red hood has more powerful fists and kicks than he remembered, and his methods are more vicious.
No, impossible!
At that time, Batman was roaring in his heart.
He watched the young body lifeless with his own eyes, and even buried him with his own hands.
Reason told Batman that it was impossible for that person to survive.
But it seems that Flashpoint World almost made him an exception last time.
The turbulent emotions once again easily broke through the defense line of reason. The intentionally or unintentionally relaxed moves and strength allowed Red Hood to seize the flaw, and pressed the short gun with the power of a hand cannon against his abdomen and pulled the trigger five times in a row.
The specially designed warhead tore open the special Bat-suit. The special nanocarbon fiber shell, the Kevlar fabric lining in the middle, and the additional ceramic alloy plate armor were shattered one after another under the terrifying firepower.
The intestines were pierced and the belly was rotten, and the skin, flesh, and meridians turned into a mud-like paste.
But Batman took this opportunity to pick off the opponent's bloody Helmet.
The originally ruthless Red Hood turned into a stunned Jason Todd.
Jason originally wanted Batman to die without knowing anything, but the accidental exposure of his failure made Jason stunned for a moment, until he once again made a fierce expression and pointed the muzzle of his gun at Batman on the ground.
However, the latter picked off the bat Helmet with his own hands amid the constant spurting of blood.
Young and old, strong and seriously injured.
Desperate hatred, retention with memories in eyes.
"I don't care which world you are from Jason-please stay, stay in this world."
"You----"
Jason originally had a backlog of rants, pondering over the questions for more than half a year, and the resentment and pain that had been simmering in his soul since his resurrection.
At that moment, all was replaced by panic and panic.
"Wait! What do you mean it doesn't matter which world I am in?"
Jason threw away the firearm and fell helplessly in front of Batman, trying to block the bleeding wound that he had just torn open with his own hands.
He shouted into the night sky.
"Transaction cancelled! This is not the Batman I want to kill! Damn it! You deceived me!"
"What a pity. You could have just fired one more shot."
Along with the cold voice that answered the question, some kind of faint green mist spurted out from behind Jason.
"Now, you are useless as a weapon against Batman.
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"But you can also be another weapon against Justice League, Patient Zero."