The last ball of fire above Darukh had yet to dissipate.
Hundreds of kilometers away, the Batplane received anomaly records from regional air traffic monitoring.
The Wayne Enterprises satellite network!
More than a dozen shells had entered the city.
Their projected impact points covered an entire street.
Yet the final recorded explosions had all occurred in midair.
Batman enlarged the trajectory of one shell.
After reaching its lowest point, its trajectory had abruptly changed direction and climbed back into the sky.
An analysis result soon appeared alongside it.
New explosion heat sources on the ground: zero.
Barbara's voice came through the Communicator.
"The local air defense systems have no launch records, and no interceptor missiles went up. All the shells were sent back at almost the same time. According to my analysis, there's an 87 percent chance it was..."
Batman stared at the trajectory bending upward.
"Spider silk."
"Exactly. Spider-Man. Looks like the person you're picking up has already started taking apart the local shells," Barbara said. "Very Chen Mo."
Batman closed the display and continued toward northern Safar.
The red zones on the flight map increased as well.
Government air defense radar covered the southeast.
The northern armed forces had deployed mobile missiles in the mountains.
Farther ahead were several fire-control systems of unknown origin. Each used different identification signals, and none shared friend-or-foe lists.
Any faction spotting an unidentified aircraft might fire first and figure out whose it was afterward.
The Batplane could evade most of those radars.
"Most" did not meet Batman's standards for entering the country.
"Given that your destination is currently fighting an air war, I'd advise against flying straight in with the Batplane, even though our aircraft model is far more advanced than those old-model fighters they use, and their radar can't detect our