Chapter 1621

The physical examination report showed that Peter Parker's body was very healthy, and the only problem was that it didn't match the super strength he displayed at all.

Batman had secretly conducted secret physical examinations on many people with superpowers, such as Superman. In fact, most instruments used for human physical examinations could not display Superman's physical condition. Even Batman's specially customized instruments would either show "beep beep beep" and exceed the display range as soon as they touched Superman, or explode on the spot.

But the magical thing about Spider-Man's physical data was that whether it was bone density, muscle density, or cellular activity, it was completely within the range of a normal person, or rather, at the healthiest average, without any lack in any item.

But if judged by this data performance, it was impossible for Spider-Man to have such endurance and strength. In other words, Spider-Man's superpowers did not come from his specialized physical structure, but from another type of non-physical mutation.

"You've already discovered the problem, right?" Peter tilted his head slightly, raised his hands to his sides, and then shrugged: "The principle of my spider mutation remains a mystery to this day. Spider-Men from other universes told me before that it might come from a spider totem, but now that I've changed universes, my abilities are still there, which means the mutation still happened in my own body."

"But no matter where it comes from, as long as it still works." Peter sat down on a nearby chair, his expression and posture appearing very relaxed.

Batman frowned and turned the corners of his mouth downward, clearly not agreeing with Spider-Man's view. If it were in the past, other Robins would have already guessed what he was thinking upon seeing this expression.

Then they would further explain their point of view, trying to persuade Batman or, as usual, let Batman persuade them.

But Spider-Man didn't stay on this topic for even a second. He sat in the chair, crossed his arms between his legs, widened his eyes, and looked at Batman: "The check-up is done, where are we going to adventure next? This city must have a lot of crime that needs to be fought, right?"

"Your uniform..."

"Do I look a bit like an evil robot?" Spider-Man looked at his new uniform in circles. Batman was just about to speak when Spider-Man immediately added: "It's not that it doesn't look good, it's just that I don't think it fits my 'friendly neighborhood' image. Will a superhero with this image really not be mistaken for a criminal? People won't point guns and shoot at me, will they?"

Peter had to speed up his pace to run in front of Batman, turn around, walk backward, and look into Batman's eyes: "Buddy, can you be clearer? Fine, let me guess, maybe there's something wrong with the rainwater in this city. It makes my uniform mutate and then go crazy?"

Batman felt he had been poked.

Batman's footsteps paused. He spoke in a tone he hadn't heard in many years. Even Superman, after deeply understanding Batman, wouldn't refute his words so firmly.

"I won't."

"You have scientific research capabilities."

"You will also be contaminated."

Batman's Adam's apple moved violently, but he didn't even know what he was excited about. Then he took a deep breath and said.

"Not entirely correct." Batman didn't praise him, just issued a statement in Batman's way, not expecting the other party to understand at all, and usually, the other party indeed wouldn't understand and would ask what exactly they got wrong.

"But that's too wasteful."

"There's nothing different." Peter stared at Batman without blinking: "Didn't I just defeat a bank robber while wearing this uniform before? That shows it's perfectly capable of fighting crime. Why do you always want me to change it?"

Batman stopped halfway and looked back at Peter: "Aren't you coming in?"

Batman stared at Peter for a long time before saying: "You can wear red and blue, but it's best not to print any patterns other than bats on your body."

"But it's not suitable..."

"Then you are..."

Peter complained: "Then just say so! If you had said earlier that you thought it was ugly, wouldn't I have changed it?"

After Peter went into the room to change clothes, Batman was still savoring those few sentences he had just said. Soon, Peter came out changed, as if he had grown new limbs, constantly making various movements to adapt to the new uniform.

Peter still looked at Batman with that simple gaze: "I won't be contaminated; I'm a superhero, after all."

"It's yours now, of course, but it is indeed new clothes, completely undamaged and not old."

But this gave Spider-Man an alternative temperament. Unlike the deep and serious temperament Batman had when wearing black, Spider-Man wore this carbon black with a handsome, crisp, futuristic technological feel.

But he just felt that this didn't fit his estimation of Peter at all. Shouldn't Spider-Man be happily following him into the laboratory and then fully displaying his scientific talent?

"It fits very well, it doesn't hinder my movement at all, and it has many useful functions."

"Why is that?" Peter caught up with Batman, who was walking forward, and asked persistently: "Is it because many people in this city have arachnophobia? Or is it just that you love bats and want everyone to have bats printed on their clothes?"

"Yes, I do."

"Wow." Peter exclaimed, took the uniform from Batman's hand, unfolded it, held it against himself to compare, and then smiled at Batman: "I thought about getting myself a pure white uniform before, but I was worried people would mistake me for a robber. Now I finally have a chance to try it. It must be cool. I'll go change."

But Peter showed a bright smile and said: "That means some of it was correct, right? My intuition isn't bad, is it?"

"But the situations you encounter in this city might be different from the past, so you need equipment adapted to local conditions."

"Because darkness might permeate every sign." Batman said in a low, hoarse tone: "Making them evil and crazy. They will seep into your skin and contaminate your heart."

"Understand Gotham."

Batman stopped, narrowed his eyes slowly, and showed his iconic suspicious expression. Then he looked at Peter with suspicious eyes. Peter shrugged again: "That wasn't hard to guess. Since coming to this city, my spider-sense has been alarming very clearly, but I haven't found any danger anywhere."

"I'll wait for you here."

"Ah?"

Looking at Batman's thoughtful eyes, Peter suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand. Actually, this outfit doesn't fit your aesthetic, right? You don't like the red and blue color scheme?"

Batman didn't say anything, walked forward silently, and Peter kept chasing behind him, trying to persuade him.

"Since defeating that bank robber, I've noticed that this kind of alarm weakens indoors, and coming to your base, it almost completely disappears. So, the only thing that has been continuous outdoors is this rain. Am I right?"

Peter widened his eyes, quickly caught up with Batman, and then stretched out his arms to block his path: "This has nothing to do with whether there's money or not. We can't waste things like that. We buy or make new things to use them until they're exhausted. If it's broken or worn out, we should repair it as much as possible. If it can't be repaired, then we replace it. Isn't that common sense?"

The new uniform still retained the spider pattern, but the very obvious pattern had become dark patterns that were almost invisible to the naked eye. The position was still on the chest, and the decorative lines on the original uniform also became less obvious.

"If you're worried about my uniform mutating or being contaminated by the rain, then I can go without a uniform and wear casual clothes, as long as you prepare a mask for me to cover my face."

"I think you need a new one."

"What is that?"

Batman's lips moved, but he still said: "As you wish."

"I'm also quite rich."

"Mr. Stark said his laboratory is the soil where his inspiration sprouts, and this soil doesn't need the weeds growing in my head. Of course, I know he's joking; he says that to everyone. But I know he doesn't like people disturbing him when he's doing experiments, so I won't go in."

Once inside the laboratory, Peter immediately quieted down. He walked to the workbench, pulled up a chair, sat down by the laboratory door, and watched Batman's back as he walked in.

"But it's not suitable for my assistant."

Batman also asked himself this question internally.

"You don't like white. What would you do if I gave you a white uniform?"

"But this was new; Mr. Stark only made it last week. I haven't even worn it for three days."

"I'll just make do." Peter shrugged: "You've already made it; it's a waste if I don't wear it. Besides, I'm your assistant. If I walk around in front of you in a color you don't like, you'll probably feel annoyed and might not be able to focus on dealing with enemies. If you feel better with me wearing white, there's nothing I can't concede."

About half an hour later, Batman brought a uniform. 80% of the fabric was non-reflective white, but there were decorative, thin, long patterns on the collar, arms, and waist, with a slight red and blue reflective weave.

"If you dress like that, they will also point guns and shoot at you."

And what surprised Batman again was that Peter didn't refute him, just nodded: "Fine, you're the boss, you call the shots."

Batman sighed inwardly, then turned around, walked out the door, and said: "Follow me, we only have the last step left."

Batman took Peter to the equipment manufacturing workshop, which was located on the bottom floor of the Batcave. It was a huge space connecting the laboratory, machine shop, and product warehouse. The equipment inside was dazzling, and some of the equipment looked like it could destroy a star system.

Batman stopped halfway through his sentence. He didn't need help, let alone spectators, and he definitely didn't need a chatterbox hovering in front of him. So why did he care whether Peter went into the laboratory with him or not?

"Whose assistant are you?"

Peter only then realized that the reason Batman brought up the uniform wasn't to ask him to take off his mask. He looked down at his uniform, tugged at the fabric on his chest, and looked up at Batman in confusion: "What's wrong with my uniform?"

"You can't go out without wearing equipment; that's the rule."