"You can call me Thor." Thor casually pointed to the woman beside him, "As for this one, you can call her 'Death,' or you can call her Tetiyu."
Thomas silently scrutinized him, his eyes, which had been immersed in the darkness of Gotham for decades, showing no emotion whatsoever.
He seemed to be trying to discern the truth of the statement, and after a few seconds, he looked away.
"Well, what a strange name." The Old Batman's assessment was succinct and indifferent.
He had no interest in delving into the origins of these two people; as long as they were useful, that was enough.
He turned to look at the anxious Barry, gesturing with his chin towards the main building of the manor. "Let's go, lad, let's go rescue that Boy Scout you mentioned."
With a flash of golden light, Barry instantly appeared beside Thomas, rubbing his hands excitedly. "So we're going to ride the Batplane again? Where's that big guy parked? The last time we rode it was Bruce..."
" Batplane?" Thomas stopped, turned his head, and looked at Barry with an expression as if he were an idiot. "What's that?"
Barry's excitement caught in his throat. He froze, his mind racing as he conjured up images of Bruce's vast Arsenal.
"You don't have any?" he raised his voice, gesturing incredulously. " Bruce has plenty! The Batplane, the Batcycle, the Batmobile, the Bat-Tank, and even a giant bat robot!"
Thomas stood there, silent for a moment, seemingly processing the information.
Then he blurted out a question born of sheer confusion, "Why does he do all that stuff?"
"Of course, it's to stop those villains!" Barry blurted out without thinking.
Thomas frowned, a sense of irritation creeping onto his face as he looked at an innocent child. "Stop?"
"Why not just kill him?!"
Barry was completely silenced.
He then suddenly realized that the Batman in front of him, Bruce's biological father, was a ruthless killer.
His Gotham has no Joker, no Two-Face, no recurring farces.
All the madmen who tried to challenge the Wayne Family's authority were sent to their graves by him in the most direct way.
"Okay," Barry said dejectedly, withdrawing his gesturing hand. "Then how do we get there?"
Thomas didn't say anything more, only glancing at Barry, then giving Thor and Tetiyu a meaningful look. "Of course, on my private jet."
Soon, a sleek, all-black private jet rose from beneath Wayne Manor, pierced the clouds, and sped off toward Russia.
Inside the cabin, the luxurious leather sofas and the cold metal walls create an eerie contrast.
Thomas was intently piloting the plane in the cockpit, while Barry fidgeted, staring anxiously at the sea of clouds outside the window.
Thor leaned back on the sofa and glanced at Death Tetiyu was engrossed in flipping through a fashion magazine beside him.
"Are you sure you brought me to ' Flashpoint '?" he asked in a low voice.
Tetiyu didn't even look up, only giving a soft "hmm," her pale fingers turning a page to an advertisement for a luxury brand's latest perfume.
Thor didn't say anything more.
The instant he boarded the plane, his mental power, like an invisible tide, instantly covered the entire Earth.
He easily penetrated the military bunker thousands of meters underground in Siberia and saw the Kryptonian whom the military called " Subject One ".
But that wasn't Clark Kent.
The girl imprisoned in the red Sun simulation room, emaciated and with eyes filled with terror and confusion, was a black-haired girl.
Kara Zoeel is Superman's cousin, Supergirl.
Thor's mind raced.
This is where things get interesting.
According to the normal Flashpoint Paradox animation plot, the one locked up should be the super skinny Superman Clark.
The Flashpoint of Supergirl Kara... that's part of the live-action Marvel Cinematic Universe.
So, what I've come to this time is a hybrid Flashpoint Universe that mixes elements from animation, movies, and possibly even comics?
An absurd idea popped into his mind.
Surely... General Zod came along too?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Thomas in the cockpit suddenly let out a low curse.
Come and take a look at this.
Thor and Barry immediately got up and went over, only to find that all the electronic screens in the cockpit, from the main control screen to the navigation system, had turned into static.
Amidst the crackling sound of electricity, a scene abruptly cut in.
At this moment, all electronic products operating globally—whether military radar, civilian airliner screens, billboards on the streets, or television sets in every household—were hijacked by the same signal.
On screen, a middle-aged man with a cold and stern face, dressed in menacing black armor, appears before the camera. Behind him is the pitch-black universe and a massive alien warship.
"Hello, people of Earth. My name is Zod."
The man spoke, his voice translated into all major languages on Earth through the translation system, carrying an undeniable authority that resonated in every corner of the globe.
"I have crossed the boundless sea of stars to come here, searching for one of my kind, whom you have hidden away."
Zod's image loomed closer, the oppressive feeling almost bursting out of the screen.
"I'm giving you one day to hand her over."
"If I do not see her in a day, my army will descend. Then, your planet will pay the price for your deception."
As soon as the voice finished speaking, the signal was interrupted, and all screens returned to normal.
The entire cabin was deathly silent.
Thor stood there, his lips twitching involuntarily.
have to.
This is truly a Flashpoint hodgepodge!