Seeing Batman like this, Su Ming and Bobo exchanged a glance. Deathstroke's guess had been right again.
Batman's third personality had taken over his body and officially come online.
At first glance, his appearance—especially that cleft chin—had not changed in the slightest. But this Batman spoke English with a Spanish accent, made delicate little gestures like a nobleman lifting a pinky, and wore an exceptionally warm smile.
Most bizarrely, Batman now actually had a rapier hanging from his belt.
Jason recognized that the man beneath the mask was still Bruce, but he found Batman's transformation extremely hard to accept.
"What the hell happened to you? Don't come any closer. Deathstroke, what do you think?"
"How would I know what new trick Batman is pulling? He doesn't look like he wants to kill you, and he can communicate normally. Why don't you ask him?" Su Ming did not reveal his earlier guess, instead playing dumb. "Good evening, Batman. Do you still recognize me?"
"Ah, of course. I haven't lost my memory, Slade, my amigo. You may find me a little unfamiliar, but I believe you've already figured something out."
Batman smiled as he walked over and embraced Deathstroke. He also affectionately patted Bobo on the head. When he saw Damian and Shazam, he treated them like the neighbor's children and rubbed their heads as well.
"And you, good children. Would you like something to eat? There are snacks in my Batcave."
"Uh, never mind the snacks for now. Let's first figure out what's going on with you. Are you saying you inherited Bruce's memories and experience?" Bobo straightened his hat, feeling every hair on his body threatening to stand on end.
Batman's sudden talkativeness and warmth were hard for him to adapt to. Though he had prepared himself mentally, what he