You Have Another Plan
The Blade was close to his face, and he could feel the biting cold even at the tip of his nose. Coupled with the murderous aura that Russell deliberately released, an ordinary person would be trembling at this moment.
Even most superheroes would lose their ability to think for a short time when faced with Russell's eyes, which gleamed with a cold blue light beneath his mask.
But Batman was unfazed. He stared directly into Russell's eyes, his indomitable will unwavering, and silently touched the button on his arm guard.
That's right, he still has a trump card!
Russell was already extremely cautious. When he caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, an electric current surged through his palm and spread to Batman in the blink of an eye.
Crackling sounds!
The Battle Armor has no insulation, but the inner lining does. The electric current is isolated by the soft armor, and Batman successfully triggers the mechanism, causing the pointed ears on his helmet to hiss as they spray out nerve Poison Gas.
"..."
To be honest, Russell had had enough. In front of Batman, he showed off his amazing lung capacity, taking in all the Poison Gas with a single deep breath.
"The sweetness is just right, but I hate sweets!"
As Russell spoke, his Adamantium Blade severed Batman's arm guards and his 'treasure chest'-like gold belt.
That wasn't enough to guarantee safety. Russell tossed Batman into the air, then unleashed a flurry of sword strikes, slicing the Battle Armor into pieces and revealing Batman's scarred, muscular body, leaving only the Bat-helmet and a...
Pink base with red strawberry accents on the boxer shorts!
Russell: (._.)
"..."X2
You're so sexy!
Russell didn't speak, but Batman could feel the deep contempt in his eyes. He calmly said in a deep voice, "It's just floral underwear. Every man has a pair in his wardrobe."
Strawberry boxer shorts are so different from the image of Batman and the Dark Knight that it's hard to explain why someone would go out wearing these shorts, even if they were fully covered up.
But Batman actually had a plausible reason: the underwear was equipment he used during the day to deceive young girls when he played the role of a brainless rich kid.
It emphasizes Bruce Wayne's distinct personality as a playboy, a repressed and Silly Bird.
To put it simply, they're people who're naive and have too much money, come quick!
After finishing his day shift at the company, Batman was rushing to his night shift. He didn't have time to change his underwear, nor did he think anyone could beat him so badly that he was practically naked, which led to this misunderstanding.
Russell remained silent. Everyone has their own preferences, and just because Batman is a hero who walks in the shadows doesn't mean he shouldn't have his own style of dress.
"That's good, these kinds of photos are precious!"
As Russell spoke, he pulled out a camera from behind his back, cornered Batman against the wall, and started snapping photos repeatedly.
Batman naturally refused, and after being electrocuted twice by Russell, he completely gave up resisting.
After taking the photos, Russell looked through them for a while and sneered, "Senior, you're in good shape. You'll have to work harder in the future. Enough said, take off your helmet now."
Batman frowned slightly, glancing at the Batmobile beside him out of the corner of his eye, calculating the possibility of a successful escape.
Snap!
Russell reacted swiftly, grabbing the bat helmet and forcefully removing it, ignoring the tear gas and sparks it emitted.
Batman, without his helmet, reveals his true face to Russell —a...
A man's face doesn't need much description; it's meaningless. Just know that he's not ugly.
Russell, putting on his acting skills, paused for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, look at the face of this billionaire! Isn't that Bruce Wayne, Gotham?"
Bruce Wayne remained expressionless, his face completely still, making it difficult to guess his true thoughts.
"Senior, I didn't mean to go against you. You asked me to remove my faceplate first, so I did it..." Russell held the camera and took pictures from different angles, with the lens moving from far to near, ensuring that Bruce and his underwear were in the same frame, and that there were also close-ups of their faces.
Click! Click!
"In short, you're in the wrong. I'm a newcomer who was oppressed and rebelled in anger. I'm the victim!"
Click! Click!
"Could you please smile, senior? Your cold face makes me feel like you're threatening me!"
Click! Click!
"I'm a coward. I tend to swing my knife whenever someone scares me. If I accidentally cut off your beloved underwear and leave you naked, I'd feel really bad."
Click! Click!
"That's all for today. Senior, your smile in the last few shots was very hearty. Please rest assured, I'm known for keeping my mouth shut, and I will not tell anyone about what happened today."
Russell put away his camera with satisfaction, then suddenly said with worry, "But you damaged my thruster, and the repair cost... well... it's a bit embarrassing to say."
Bruce Cairo expressionlessly, walked to the Batmobile, opened the door, and took out a spare belt.
"Senior, forget about the belt, you can keep it. I'll come over for tea sometime when I have time!" Russell felt a little guilty and scurried into the dark alley.
"What an unlucky day..."
After Russell disappeared, Bruce's tense face relaxed, and he silently got into the Batmobile and turned on his microcomputer.
On the screen is a miniature map of Gotham City, with a small red dot gradually moving away from the Batmobile.
On the other side, Russell swiftly traversed the rooftops of high-rise buildings, using his incredible jumping ability to move towards the unfinished building, before suddenly coming to a stop with a sharp brake.
His powerful precognitive abilities allowed him to sense a malevolent gaze.
Crackling sounds!
A flickering Electric Arc appeared on his body. Russell heard a slight explosion at the back of his head, and when he raised his hand to touch it, a miniature locator appeared in his hand.
"Tch, this level of tracking is too outdated. Even Batman is no better."
Russell casually tossed the locator aside and continued walking briskly. Half a minute later, he stopped again, still feeling like he was being watched.
"..."
He crackled with Electric Arc again as he checked himself inside and out, and found that he indeed did not have any of Batman's gadgets on him.
At that moment, as if he had thought of something, he cursed under his breath for his cheating Money Power, looked up at the sky, raised his middle finger, and then jumped off the building.
I'll use the sewer tonight!
Batmobile, Bruce stared at the frozen middle finger on the screen, disappointed, shut down his computer, and drove home.
Wayne Manor!
An ordinary, unremarkable manor, so ordinary that it's obvious!
The Batmobile passed through a long, man-made cave passage and finally stopped deep inside a naturally formed Cavern. Bruce, looking sullen, jumped out of the car and bumped into his butler Alfred.
Alfred Pennyworth, the Wayne family's butler, raised Bruce after his parents died.
It's Bruce, and the person Batman trusts most!
Surprise!
Alfred, who had been waiting for a long time, couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene. He joked, "Bruce, what happened to Batman today? Was he robbed?"
"Almost..."
Bruce didn't want to say much on the topic. He took the shirt and trousers handed to him, put them on, and went to the computer switchboard to receive data from the Batmobile and continue searching for Russell's identity.
Meanwhile, Alfred watched Batman and Deathstroke's battle and commented, "Batman, you are completely outmatched. If I may be so bold, your Battle Armor needs an upgrade."
"Yes, that's what I think too."
Bruce glanced at the computer screen, which was split in two. On the left was Deathstroke's 'Russell' image, and on the right were the files of all eligible men in Gotham. The images kept jumping around, comparing and filtering frame by frame.
"A-Fu, I need to purchase a batch of new materials in case this newly emerged 'hero' has any ill intentions." Bruce's face was grim. Regardless of whether Russell had any ill intentions, he would personally go and destroy all the photos.
"Sir, you have another plan?"
"Yes."
As Bruce spoke, his hands flew across the keyboard, typing out three full pages of materials he needed.
"Wow, it seems this Deathstroke has really angered you." Alfred nodded quickly, "There are no problems with purchasing the materials. Everything will be ready the day after tomorrow without anyone noticing."
"Can't you hurry up?"
"In that case, the budget would double."
"Tenfold, and I want to see all the materials laid out here this afternoon." Faced with an unprecedented and bizarre defeat, Batman Bruce Wayne used his Money Power.
"OK!"
Beep beep beep!!
Just then, the computer indicated that the data comparison was complete, and that they had searched all of Gotham City to find the person with the highest resemblance to Deathstroke.
"99% similarity, only a slight discrepancy in height..." Alfred looked at the display screen, shook his head and smiled, "In the footage recorded by the Bat-Helmet, Deathstroke is 1.85 meters tall, but our Mr. Russell is only 1.79 meters tall. It looks like he's using thick-soled boots."
"..."
Bruce didn't speak, staring blankly at the two avatars on the screen, lightly touching them together with his fingertips, ensuring all the information remained the same.
"Strange, how could it be him?"
Bruce felt a sense of disbelief. He knew Russell; he was a pampered rich kid and one of his friends at parties.
In fact, the two have quite a few things in common: both inherited their parents' fortunes after their deaths and spoke grandly about their ambitions to make a name for themselves.
The difference is that Bruce is just talking; he pretends to be a playboy by day and goes out to carry out justice at night.
Russell was very serious, but unfortunately he lacked the ability to achieve his goals. He squandered his fortune and then his reputation, ending up as a stray dog on the streets.
"A-Fu, check his information."
"Sir, the information is in my head. As far as I know, he borrowed $50 million from you and hasn't paid back a single penny."
Bruce was taken aback. "Is that so? How come I didn't know?"
"It's only $50 million, it's normal that you forgot."
"Hmm! So what has he been up to lately?"
"Recently..."
Alfred pulls up the file and lets Bruce look at it himself. The more Bruce looks at it, the more he feels something is wrong. All the changes come back to Russell's trip to Los Angeles.
"A-Fu, do you still have the IOU for the $50 million?"
"Yes, the loan agreement has been kept."