Opportunity Favors the Prepared

"Heh, you've improved quite a bit lately, old Batman. Not bad—you actually managed to hurt me this badly."

Lynn spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and laughed mockingly.

"Please, Lynn. There's a basin for medical waste right next to you. Don't spit on the floor, and stop playing actor."

After carrying the lightning-struck Lynn inside, Bruce and Alfred had spent ages reviving him while black smoke poured from his body. Yet the moment this guy woke up, he started putting on this act.

"Cough, cough! Oh, old Batman with phlegm stuck in his throat~ The duty of saving Gotham is, is entrusted to—"

"Lynn!"

"Got it."

Lynn's recovery was going very well.

Bruce Wayne could clearly see that, aside from his plant-controlling ability, Lynn now possessed several other "inhuman" abilities.

For example, his incomparably powerful regenerative ability.

Outside just now, when Lynn had been struck on the head by that bolt of lightning that appeared out of nowhere, Wayne initially thought it was another one of Lynn's unfunny jokes.

But after smelling burnt flesh, Wayne decided Lynn was unlikely to take a joke that far.

When he ran over to Lynn, he had practically assumed that the charred, coal-black figure lying there was already dead.

But Lynn refused to go to the hospital, claiming that the thing he hated most in life was getting injections.

So Wayne and Alfred gave Lynn injections at the manor, administering antibiotics and all kinds of medicine.

While getting the shots, Lynn cursed nonstop and had a very unfriendly mouth. Only after Wayne gave him a sedative did Lynn wear a blissful smile, repeatedly muttering, "That hit the spot, that hit the spot," before finally falling into a deep sleep.

In less than two hours, Lynn's body began to "shed its skin." Vast quantities of scorched, dead cells and skin fell away from his body, while new skin and damaged internal organs regenerated and returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bruce Wayne, who had attached several extra electrodes to Lynn and set up two scanners, saw everything clearly from in front of the monitors.

Lynn's abilities seemed to have become even more complicated.

"Wayne, are you done yet?"

Lying in a strangely shaped nutrient tank filled with nutrient solution, Lynn had already cooperated with the old Batman for more than two hours of physical examinations.

The old Batman said he wanted to assess Lynn's physical condition and bodily state so he could better build something like Anti-Lynn Armor in the future.

Lynn agreed to cooperate enthusiastically, while also reminding the old Batman that he got a small boost every forty-eight hours. He then objectively and meticulously offered his opinion: if the two of them ever came to blows, Wayne should simply exercise the power of a billionaire—throw money at him, rent out Victoria, use a honey trap, that sort of thing.

Lynn guaranteed that he would surrender immediately and tell them everything he knew.

Following the principles of equality, fairness, voluntariness, good faith, and practicality, the two reached a full consensus regarding their future cooperation.

Regarding this, Alfred, the witness present at the meeting, stated that Lynn had displayed a high level of professional competence and dedication during the signing of this agreement. His conduct was rigorous and upright, and he was highly disciplined. Alfred personally looked forward to the next collaboration with Lynn.

According to the data, Gotham City's overall crime rate had fallen by 7.5% over the past six months, while criminal cases had dropped by 11.7%. The figures were still declining slowly but steadily. All of this was connected to Lynn's proactive actions and selfless contributions.

Bruce Wayne stated that he had always valued and attached great importance to his strategic partnership with Lynn. He was willing to work with Lynn to conscientiously implement the important consensus reached by both sides and continually advance their strategic partnership.

This report was sent to you by Alfred, this side's recorder, from Wayne Manor.

"So, Lynn, you're all better now?"

Sitting on the stone steps by the entrance, Wayne watched Lynn doing somersaults and leaping steps across the lawn ahead of him, still finding it rather unbelievable.

After all, five or six hours ago, Lynn had been on the verge of death. That abnormal bolt of lightning had nearly split him apart.

Yet now, not even half a day later, Lynn could move around as if nothing had happened. He could even nimbly evade every swipe from Kitty while being chased after kicking Kitty away.

As everyone knew, a cat's speed was seven times that of a cat.

If he could dodge Kitty's attacks, Lynn's physical condition might have become even stronger than before he was struck by lightning.

Could this be the surprise?

"Yeah, I'm completely healed. Totally, utterly healed."

Lynn held Kitty's two forelegs behind her back without the slightest hint of pretense.

So, could getting struck by lightning actually make a person "evolve"? Wayne could use his thirty years of learning to prove that such a thing was complete nonsense.

The issue was with the person, not the lightning.

Wayne glanced at Lynn and felt that he should have brought out more equipment and given Lynn a thorough examination earlier.

There still wasn't enough data.

"Lynn, you said before..."

Wayne remembered that Lynn had mentioned the strange individuals and bizarre events of this world many times. Unfortunately, Lynn had always been vague, speaking cryptically while filling his words with mad ravings, making it difficult to extract any truly useful information.

The old Batman had summarized a few keywords and used his influence and wealth to gather some clues.

[shooting arrows everywhere], [Robin Hood]—these two terms likely referred to that hooded man who used a bow and arrows as weapons.

[under the sea] possibly referred to someone with water-based abilities.

[red-eye effects], [Tin Man] likely referred to the cyborg who had appeared recently.

As for [Homelander], [Lasso-of-Truth Queen], and [lightning charging], the old Batman had no leads for the time being.

Thinking about it now, could the one related to lightning be Lynn himself?

"Lynn, you said before... the person who can run so fast he could circle a tree and screw himself, was that you?"

"WTF?!"

Lynn had no idea how that title had somehow ended up being pinned on him.

"I'm telling you, you need evidence when you talk, or I'll sue—"

"Master Bruce, this..."

Before he could finish his threat, Alfred walked over carrying a strange machine that looked like a landline phone but had a display screen.

"What is it? Where?"

"1715 Xindun Street. An orphanage."

Alfred's expression was grave. "Someone has parked a truck full of poison gas there and says they're going to kill everyone. The gas has already begun spreading."

"Okay, I kn—"

"Okay, I understand. Thanks for the tip, Al. I'll buy you ice cream when I get back."

Lynn successfully cut in, patted Alfred on the shoulder, then turned and ran off.

P.S.: Normal updates would resume tomorrow.

I always write about Batman with phlegm stuck in his throat. Today was the third day of COVID, and I had become a lower-back-pain man with phlegm stuck in his throat.

I'll put on a show for everyone and bite a lighter.

Whoosh!

Please vote. Normal updates would resume tomorrow. It was only COVID.