Henry Superman, No Worse Than Dormammu!

Batman walked toward the old man.

The disheveled old man, whose white hair and beard nearly covered his entire face, was opening the jade bottle Leon had tossed him and sniffing it.

"You and that Superman in red from earlier came from the past?" Batman asked bluntly.

That was his usual style.

Without his armor, he was a playboy—even at his age, merely a much more composed playboy.

In his armor, he was the cold and ruthless Batman.

In Batman's eyes, there were only criminals and supervillains.

The moment he spoke, his tone sounded like an interrogation.

Fortunately, the old Wizard Shazam did not care about his tone.

He had other concerns.

"What Superman!?" The old wizard blew his beard and glared. "That is Shazam, idiot! He is my successor! You should call him the great Shazam!"

Batman did not care about the old wizard's scolding either.

He asked again, "Superman's name is Leon Stark?"

"Shazam! I said he's Shazam! Incomprehensibly stupid, absolutely incomprehensibly stupid!" The old wizard glared at him again.

He looked at Batman, then at the jade bottle in his hand.

In an extremely unpleasant tone, he asked, "Are you injured?"

"No." Batman spat out a single word.

The old wizard's expression immediately improved somewhat.

"Then move aside."

He pushed Batman away and looked around the cave.

Then he hurried over with several thudding steps to Atom, who was limping, and said coldly, "Open your mouth."

"Huh?" Atom opened his mouth instinctively, unable to understand what this forceful old man wanted.

But at least the other party should not be from Apokolips.

Then the old wizard flicked his wrist, and a drop of liquid from the jade bottle fell into Atom's mouth.

The next second, the puncture wound through Atom's foot healed completely, and even his stamina