No traps, no bombs, nothing at all.
After undergoing super-enhancement, the Hellbat Armor had been casually discarded by The Batman Who Laughs. It now sat there like a two-legged chair blooming like a lotus.
"This armor contains ten kinds of metal, yet he treated it like a disposable tool." Su Ming folded his arms and spoke to Batwoman beside him.
Batwoman came over to inspect the armor before examining the corpse on the ground. "The Hellbat Armor carried a self-destruct program, but I cracked it. The Batman Who Laughs has been speaking with you through the Walkie-talkie all along, and the person inside came from Luthor's Artificial Superman project. Whether it was our world's Luthor remains uncertain."
The pale corpse was shriveled beyond belief, like a starving refugee reduced to skin and bones. Its terrified expression had frozen in the darkness. God knew how Batwoman had identified such an abstract work.
"Artificial Superman, huh? This one looks much better than 'Bizarro,' at least. When he was scared, he still looked human instead of like Frankenstein."
But Su Ming sighed. He finally understood why the armor had lasted so long.
"He should have been under some form of Mind Control until the moment he died. He woke up at the end, but it was too late." Batwoman rose to her feet and looked at the Hellbat Armor beside her, seemingly intending to sit inside it herself.
Seeing her move, Su Ming said darkly, "You're not planning to use something The Batman Who Laughs left for you, are you? I'd advise against it. If he could foresee your arrival, there might be traps inside that you haven't considered."
"I won't use it for now. It must be completely dismantled and reassembled before we can confirm it is safe. We don't have time