The lights in the base were always on. Though it was buried deep in Hell, it was as bright as daylight.
Combined with the metal walls, ceiling, and all manner of high-tech equipment, Bruce Wayne and Alfred could barely tell they were in Hell.
"This base was roughly modeled after the Batcave from before the timeline reset, and all the equipment on display was faithfully recreated."
In the middle of the vast hall, Russell raised a hand and pointed to the walls on either side. Behind the glass display cases stood all kinds of Battle Armor. "There were too many of them, so I moved the smaller gadgets to the second basement level. The level below that holds vehicles like the Batmobile and Batplane."
"..."
Bruce said nothing. He had a Batcave too, though it was still under renovation. Compared to this one...
He wanted it!
"This series of Battle Armor..."
As he passed the display cases, Bruce's attention was quickly captured by several suits from the same collection.
The armor was entirely black and fully enclosed. Its light-absorbing coating gave it a heavy metallic presence, while a crimson emblem of a bat spreading its wings rested over the chest.
Clearly, every suit in this series was more powerful than the last.
"Oh, this is the Anti-Deathstroke Armor series. Unlike ordinary Battle Armor, it enhanced defense, speed, strength, firepower output... insulation, high-temperature resistance, and back-mounted thrusters..."
Russell introduced them as if reciting treasures from his own collection. "They had built-in supercomputers with powerful data analysis and intelligence-gathering capabilities, as well as automatic and manual attack modes."
"Who was Deathstroke? Why would I create such a dangerous Anti-Deathstroke series?"
Bruce asked in a low voice. His instincts told him that Deathstroke might have been his lifelong nemesis.
"It was me. I