Cat Ears, Bodysuit, Leather Whip

Du Mu did not know what Bruce was thinking, but he could roughly guess seventy or eighty percent of it.

It was nothing more than testing him, gathering intelligence, and casually drawing up several contingency plans against him—the standard Batman procedure.

Du Mu was not just making wild guesses.

In one DC comic, Batman and Cyborg had an argument over conflicting ideals. Batman remotely activated a virus program hidden inside Cyborg's body, instantly paralyzing him on the spot.

Cyborg was completely dumbfounded.

As a half-mechanical lifeform, he was practically a humanoid Skynet. His system had undergone countless iterations, and his self-diagnostic programs were who knew how many times stronger than the Pentagon's firewall. In theory, no electronic virus could possibly breach his defenses, much less hide inside his body without a sound.

Yet after scanning himself, he discovered that Batman had planted a Trojan program in his body within a week of their first meeting—and they had already been teammates by then.

Was that even something a human being would do!?

Compared to Batman, even Nick Fury, that terminally suspicious patient, seemed broad-minded.

If he treated a teammate who fought alongside him like that, then there was even less need to mention an unknown stranger like Du Mu.

Still, Du Mu was rather looking forward to seeing how Bruce would deal with him.

After all, he had an awful lot of tricks up his sleeve.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that even he had never counted exactly how many methods he possessed. Calling him a Thousand-Armed Avalokiteshvara would not be overdoing it.

On the surface, he was a naturally superhuman marksman who knew a tiny bit of martial arts.

In reality, he was a mage with more spells than he could count on ten fingers.

Beyond that,