Bruce stared intently at Thor, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Who exactly are you?
Thor rested his chin on his hand, stroking his stubble with his fingertips.
This is an interesting question.
He looked at the ordinary man in front of him, dressed in a black Batsuit and trying to appear calm.
Bruce's brain was working frantically.
The man before them had just averted a world-ending crisis, and even the way he raised his hand was extremely casual.
There was no energy overflow, and no spellcasting animation.
This is completely beyond anything recorded in the Justice League database.
Bruce's gaze swept over Thor's posture, muscle definition, and the surrounding light and shadow.
There were no flaws.
Absolutely flawless.
If the other side is hostile, the Earth cannot withstand it for even a second.
He had to test the other party's bottom line, even if it meant risking his life.
Thor knew it perfectly well.
This control freak is definitely plotting how to get back at me.
He has mastered more than thirty kinds of cosmic laws, Multiverse Level power, and doesn't care about Batman's little tricks at all.
He even found it a little funny that an ant was thinking about how to trip an elephant.
Thor cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and made it sound rough.
He even used a sliver of divine power to make his words resonate in the ruins, striking the eardrums of everyone present.
"I am the night, I am revenge."
Thor paused for a second, then looked Bruce straight in the eye.
"I am batman!"
The air froze instantly.
The only sounds in the ruins were the faint rustling of sand and dust stirred up by the breeze.
Clark stood there, frozen, his tattered cloak billowing in his hand.
His supposedly superhuman hearing couldn't even detect the change in Bruce's heartbeat, because Bruce was completely frozen.
Bruce's face, which was always hidden in the shadows, twitched—an extremely rare occurrence.
The Lasso of Truth fell from Diana's hand to the ground, its golden light flashing twice before fading completely.
J'onn clutched his broken ribs, forgetting to apply pain shielding to himself.
The Green Lantern Ring on John's hand went out for a moment.
The entire Justice League was completely stunned by this statement.
"Pfft..."
A discordant noise shattered the silence.
Everyone turned their heads in unison.
Wally lay in the pile of scrap metal, clutching his stomach, his shoulders twitching violently.
The red and yellow uniforms stood out starkly against the gray ruins.
Bruce slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on Wally.
The oppressive feeling that would chill even the most ruthless gangsters under the Gotham City night sky was now being poured onto the Flash without reservation.
Wally felt a chill run down his spine, and his laughter stopped abruptly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Wally raised his hands, trying to sit up from the pile of scrap metal, which aggravated his broken leg, causing him to grimace in pain.
"I just couldn't quite hold it in. Also, don't you guys find this funny?"
No one responded.
Wally cleared his throat, mimicking Thor's posture.
He lowered his originally frivolous voice and tried his best to look bitter and resentful.
"I am the night, I am revenge, I am batman!"
After Wally finished speaking, he looked at Bruce with anticipation.
Bruce remained expressionless.
The black cloak swayed slightly in the wind, and the person exuded a low-pressure aura that kept strangers at bay.
Wally looked around.
Clark turned his head away, pretending to check his battle damage, his cloak crumpled into a ball.
Diana bent down to pick up the Lasso of Truth, brushed off the dust, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
J'onn simply closed his eyes, pretending to be seriously injured and unconscious, but the Mars's skin color was unnaturally darkening.
John turned his head to one side, the Green Lantern Ring flickering, clearly trying his best to suppress his emotions.
Everyone was trying not to laugh, but at least no one laughed out loud like him.
Wally, completely defeated under Bruce's gaze, shrank back and ultimately chose to keep quiet.
Bruce turned his head again, his gaze passing over the mess on the ground, and fixed on Thor.
Who exactly are you?
His patience had run out.
His tactical belt was completely used up in the previous battle, but he still maintained a posture ready to attack at any time.
Even if it means death, he wants to die on the front lines.
Thor waved his hand, feeling that the joke had gone far enough.
"I am Thor."
Clang!
The sound of a sharp blade being drawn was extremely jarring.
Diana suddenly drew Sword of Hephaestus, the blade pointing directly at Thor.
Her movements were so fast that they created a sharp gust of wind, scattering the sand and dust between them.
The Amazons princess had absolutely no affection for the gods.
In her mind, those guys on Mount Olympus were all a bunch of selfish, hypocritical, and lying bastards.
No deity, regardless of their pantheon, is worthy of trust.
The blade of the Sword of Hephaestus shone with a dazzling golden light, and the power of the demigod's body surged within him.
Thor stared at the longsword that gleamed with a cold light.
"I do things differently from your Papa Zeus, so there's no need for you to be so hostile towards me." Thor spread his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.
Diana snorted coldly and moved the tip of her sword forward half an inch.
"I have no father," Diana retorted sharply. "I was molded from clay by my mother and blessed by the gods."
Thor paused for a moment, his mind rapidly sifting through his DC knowledge base regarding this animated universe.
He patted his forehead.
"You're right, the version of you in this universe was indeed molded from clay. I was confused."
Thor curled his lip. "After all, in most universes, Diana is Zeus's illegitimate daughter. Your setting here is quite retro."
Diana's anger flared even more, and golden divine light shone from the Sword of Hephaestus.
She would never allow anyone to joke about her background!
Bruce raised his arm, shielding Diana.
"Wait." Bruce stopped Diana, his gaze fixed on Thor. "Have you ever been to a parallel universe or the multiverse?"
He astutely seized upon the loophole in Thor's words.
An existence capable of freely traversing the multiverse requires a reassessment of its danger level.
If Earth is merely a stopover point on the enemy's long journey, then the League's existing defense system is practically useless.
Shayera stepped forward from behind.
The Nth Metal wings on her back were folded up, and the feathers were still covered in dust.
Looking at her former teammates, a wave of guilt washed over her once again.
But she had to tell the truth.
"It is indeed incredible, but what I want to say is..." Shayera looked around at her former comrades, "We are actually people from an animated film."
This sentence is even more damaging than "I am batman" from before.
Wally's newly repaired jaw almost fell off again.
"What do you mean?" Wally pointed to his nose. "Am I a two-dimensional character? Or a pixelated block on the screen?"
John's facial muscles tensed; his military discipline compelled him to try to explain everything logically.
"Is it like the Justice Guild?" John looked at Shayera, "A higher-dimensional projection that exists in our history or a parallel universe?"
J'onn opened his eyes and leaned weakly against the wall.
"Possibly." J'onn's Mars Telepathy allowed him to sense that Shayera wasn't lying. "Her mental fluctuations are extremely stable; this is absolute fact in her perception."
Wally stared at Thor, and the more he looked, the more familiar the face seemed.
blond hair, a burly man, with an air of arrogance yet also a touch of nonchalance.
The Speed Force erupted instantly within his body.
A red lightning bolt ripped through the ruins.
Wally vanished from the spot.
Less than half a second later, the red lightning flashed again.
Wally stood before the crowd again, holding a slightly worn comic book in his hand.
In those fractions of a second, he scoured every secondhand bookstore and comic book shop in the Central City, rummaging through thousands of books before finally locking onto his target.
On the cover, a blond man wearing silver armor and a red cape, wielding Mjolnir, raises his weapon, summoning thunder.
The top right corner has the words "Marvel Comics" printed in large letters.
Wally held the comic book up to Thor's face, comparing it back and forth.
The two faces are exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.
"So..." Wally swallowed hard, looking at Thor, "You're a comic book character in our universe, and we're comic book characters in yours, right?"
Thor glanced at the comic book.
This artist's drawing skills are quite good; he perfectly captured his handsome face.
"That's right," Thor nodded, "Except that we are all real, and our world is real too."
Bruce looked at the comic book and fell silent.
The edifice of Batman's logic is crumbling.
He was used to being in control of everything, dissecting all the unknowns into the known.
But now, someone is telling him that his life, his suffering, and Gotham's sins may just be a story written by someone else.
Was the blood of his parents in the alley merely meant to provide readers with a tragic beginning?
"This isn't scientific," Bruce said through gritted teeth.
He absolutely refused to accept such an absurd premise.
Thor looked Bruce up and down.
My gaze finally settled on that black, multi-functional tactical belt.
"Actually, your belt isn't scientifically sound either." Thor pointed to Bruce's waist. "An ordinary person, able to pull out weapons to counter all sorts of god-like creatures from their belt, and also able to store micro-bombs, antidotes, and even shark spray. Does that make sense?"
Thor employed the Law of Analysis, and a golden stream of data flashed before his eyes.
Thor continued, "The second pocket on the left contains high-energy explosive particles, the third pocket on the right contains high-frequency incendiary agents for Mars, and there's a small piece of Kryptonite hidden in the back. You, a carbon-based creature with no superpowers, are using this belt to dangle these gods like dogs, and you're talking to me about science?"
Bruce fell silent again; he couldn't refute it.
Clark looked down at the S-Shield on his chest.
He has always firmly believed that he is the last survivor of Krypton and the guardian of Earth.
Now, this heavy responsibility has suddenly been transformed into a plot device for entertainment.
Are his insistence on truth, justice, and the United States spirit merely labels given to his character by the screenwriter?
Diana sheathed the Sword of Hephaestus, but her hand remained on the hilt.
The proud Amazons warriors could not accept that they were merely creations for entertainment.
John clenched his fists tightly, and a rare fluctuation of willpower appeared in the Green Lantern Ring.
J'onn sighed. If the tragedy of Mars' extinction was just a script, then what did his loneliness over the years mean?
The atmosphere plummeted to freezing point, with despair and confusion spreading among the Justice League members.
Wally looked at this, then at that.
He couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere.
"Hey guys!" Wally clapped his hands, raising his voice dramatically, "Don't you think this is cool?"
Everyone looked at him.
Wally shook the comic book in his hand and grinned.
"That's great, isn't it? We can go to other universes and meet other superheroes!" Wally rubbed his hands excitedly. "I'm sure I'd get along really well with that guy called Spider-Man; he seems just as talkative as I am!"