Earth-52 Is Here
The fluorescent screen of the Batcave shattered into countless points of light in Bruce Wayne's eyes.
The surveillance footage of Superman holding up a Boeing airliner with one hand was played on a loop for 17 hours.
The metal wings twisted and deformed in Superman's hands; such powerful force could not possibly have come from Earth.
On another screen, a slow-motion replay of Bruce Yu's actions—his slapping Killer Croc across the street like a bowling ball—was playing, a sight that stung Bruce Wayne's eyes.
The performances of Superman and Bruce Yu almost became Bruce Wayne's Inner Demon.
Whenever Bruce Wayne thinks about the existence of people with such abilities on Earth, he feels that Earth is in danger and that it's not far from being destroyed by the two of them.
"And this." Bruce's hoarse voice echoed as he pressed enter, and the video suddenly froze on a scene inside a convenience store.
When the time showed 17:03:21.114, in the instant the glass reflected light, a strange light emanated from the back of the boy holding the chocolate.
When Bruce Wayne opened another video, he zoomed in to the maximum size. The car accident footage was broken down into 49,000 frames, and the girl who was rescued had her face jiggling like waves, as if it were a prank video.
"His abilities must originate from some ancient power. If he can possess such power, I should too."
The fifth cup of coffee Alfred brought had formed coffee stains on the countertop. The old man watched Bruce Wayne piece together the thirty-two screens into a ring and urged him on helplessly.
"You haven't slept for three days." Alfred looked worried, very concerned about his young master's mental state.
"I need more precise data!" Bruce Wayne took the coffee and gulped it down in a very unseemly manner. He wanted to seize the time to study all these supernatural phenomena.
The name "Barry" accompanied the burning sensation on Bruce Wayne's tongue from the coffee. When the video of The Flash fighting criminals was played, Bruce Wayne inexplicably started laughing.
The truck is restored, the girl walks backward, and the chocolate bar is reassembled in the hands of The Flash, Barry.
Bruce Wayne became obsessed with the pursuit of power, rapidly typing on the keyboard while intently watching the changes on the screen.
Suddenly, the swarm of bats on the cave ceiling crashed into the rock wall, as if they had sensed something.
At one point, Bruce was certain he heard laughter in his head.
It's not the Joker's manic, shrill laughter.
Rather, it was some kind of ancient, low, sneer, tinged with rust and blood.
It was as if countless broken Batman were watching his current wretched state from the end of time.
Bruce Wayne's expression was serious. "It's not looting!"
His fingertips, driven by a thirst for power, swept across the frozen blue fragments on the screen. He murmured to the void, "It's fusion."
"It's to better combat criminals." Bruce Wayne looked at a photograph on the table, which showed several faces that saddened him greatly. Things were not what they used to be. After so many events, there were not many people left in the entire Bat Family.
"If you were alive, you could understand why I did this."
If Bruce Willis were to visit the Batcave right now, he would understand which DC Earth he was actually on.
-52 Earths!
The Red Death Universe was created when Batman merged with Barry Allen's Speed Force!
Just as Superman Clark parked his pickup truck at the gas station, the third reply popped up in the forum's private message list.
The message from the user "Black Mask" summarized the main points.
Last week, Black Mask found a niche post on the Dark Web's "Supernatural Exchange Board. The poster complained that some Asian tycoons were exchanging gold bars for "broken stones that turn green," while he himself had none.
The comments also included a blurry photo uploaded by a truck driver: a pair of hands putting a glowing green, fingernail-sized stone into some kind of box.
Upon seeing the detailed photos, Clark transferred three thousand dollars to Black Mask's account.
With the photograph of the truck driver as evidence, it's almost certain that this mysterious man from the East indeed harbors ill intentions and is deliberately collecting Kryptonite.
use?
Clark could only think of one thing—targeting himself.
As for why it's targeting myself?
Superman said that the world is crazy and anything can happen, and God knows where he offended Bruce Yu.
The pickup truck's cargo bed groaned as the tires rolled over the potholes in Gotham's Old Town.
While waiting at a red light, Clark logged into a Dark Web forum on his phone and posted on his newly registered account, "Kansas Farmer": Urgent sale of green stones.
The post also included a photo of a luminous object, possibly Kryptonite, in a field.
A private message notification sounded forty-six minutes later.
[Building Materials aaa Brother Yu Specializes in Products Without Cilantro]: Where is it convenient to conduct transactions?
[Kansas Farmer]: Gotham is fine, and I need cash.
[Building Materials aaa Brother Yu Specializes in Not Eating Cilantro]: No problem, 1 a. m. tonight, on the south side of Gotham's outskirts, you'd better bring me the stones you dug up from the ground.
[Kansas Farmer]: Guaranteed to arrive on time.
In the dead of night, inside an abandoned chemical plant, Clark carried a tin box through a rusty iron gate.
His X-ray vision swept across the empty factory, locking onto the black figure retreating towards the fire escape.
"Isn't it too early to leave now?" Clark shook the suitcase in his hand.
An eerie green light emanated from the gap in the lid; it was actually glass coated with fluorescent paint.
Bruce Yu froze. "I forgot to turn off the gas stove. You know, these old houses are very prone to fires. It caught fire about two weeks ago!"
Clark took half a step forward, and the fake Kryptonite in the metal box made a dull thud.
Bruce Yu suddenly quickened his pace. His Observation Haki was frantically warning him—the oppressive aura emanating from the man behind him was definitely that of the alien creature targeted by Kryptonite, Superman with his underwear on the outside!
The metal box was thrown on the cement floor, and the fake Kryptonite rolled out and crashed into the metal bucket.
"Stop."
Clark knew, of course, that it was a ridiculous reason, but he couldn't understand why Bruce Yu would suddenly want to cancel the deal.
But no matter what, he couldn't just let Bruce Yu leave like that.
"I want money, and I'll give you the stuff."
"Oh well"
Bruce Yu suddenly threw the box in his hand at Clark.
Clark tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the box. Just as the box was about to hit the ground, he reached out and caught it steadily, his movements fluid and natural.
He bent down to pick up the glass item that had rolled off the ground—which was actually just coated with fluorescent paint—and put it back in the box. Then, carrying the box in both hands, he walked steadily toward Bruce Yu.
Upon seeing Bruce Yu quickly shook his head, his eyes fixed on Clark. "We should keep a safe distance."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, indicating that Clark could simply throw the box over.
Clark paused slightly, then swung his arm and tossed the box toward Bruce Yu.
Just as Bruce Yu reached out to catch the box, Clark's body flashed like lightning, instantly appearing in front of Bruce Yu!
Clark's eyes were fixed on Bruce Yu's eyes, and in an instant, his pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with surprise.
Because he clearly saw that in Bruce Yu's dark pupils, the golden hook-shaped object was rapidly shifting towards him.
This reaction speed is beyond human capabilities; such a sharp and rapid response is simply beyond his comprehension!
Without thinking, Clark instinctively raised his hand and lunged forward to grab Bruce Yu's collar.
However, just as Superman's hand was about to touch Bruce Yu's collar, Bruce Yu's body, like One-Tail nimble mudskipper, instantly shifted to the side, narrowly avoiding the grab!
Clark's hand grasped at empty air. He frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
He brushed the sweat dripping from Bruce Yu's forehead and asked, "How did you dodge it?"
Bruce Yu was slightly out of breath, but he forced a calm expression on his face. "Just lucky."
A hint of suspicion flashed in Superman's eyes; he absolutely did not believe that Bruce Yu could dodge the attack by sheer luck.
He reached out to Bruce Yu again.
However, as if Bruce Yu had anticipated his movements, he subtly shifted his body and dodged the attack once again.
This continued repeatedly, with each of Clark's attacks skillfully deflected by Bruce Yu, fueling Clark's competitive spirit.
He decided to hold back no more and increase his speed to the level he used when chasing the most vicious criminals.
In an instant, his figure transformed into a blurry phantom, darting swiftly through the Abandoned Factory.
The sudden speed put Bruce Yu under immense pressure, making dodging increasingly difficult.
His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his eyes revealed a hint of tension.
Just as Clark's hand finally touched Bruce Yu's clothes, the sensation vanished instantly, and his hand passed right through Bruce Yu's body.
Clark was startled, and upon closer inspection, he realized that it was just an illusion.
He quickly looked up and saw that Bruce Yu, with the help of the Ukaku behind him, had flown out of the Abandoned Factory like a shooting star.
Clark's expression turned cold. Without hesitation, he assumed the classic takeoff stance, slightly bent his legs, and then exerted force, chasing after Bruce Yu.
Although Bruce Yu flew with all his might, how could his speed compare to Superman's?
Soon, Clark flew to the front of Bruce Yu.
He hovered in the air, the powerful air currents making his cloak flutter wildly, like a judge descending from the heavens.
"Stop! Or I'll take action!" Clark shouted, his voice echoing through the night sky, full of authority.
Bruce Yu had no choice but to slowly stop, hovering in the Sky Manipulation, his Ukaku fluttering gently to maintain his balance. "Why won't you let me leave?"
Clark frowned, a hint of doubt and wariness in his eyes. "Why are you collecting green stones?"
Bruce Yu feigned a matter-of-fact expression. "Of course it's a collecting obsession!"
Clark stared at Bruce Yu with a "you'd better tell me the reason" look on his face.
Those eyes seemed to see right through him, making Bruce Yu feel uneasy.
But.
Are we to admit that the DC World is a place fraught with danger and teeming with perverts?
Any Superhero has the potential to turn evil, so you need to take precautions in advance.
If that were really the case, Superman would probably punch me instantly.
Thinking of this, Bruce Yu's palms became slightly sweaty, and his brain was working at a rapid pace, trying to come up with a reason that would convince Superman.
After thinking for a moment, he said decisively, "Since things have come to this point, I have no choice but to betray my boss."
"Who?!" Superman frowned and glared.
"My cousin— Bruce Wayne."