Chapter 2034

On the pitch-black highway, there were occasional car lights. Dazzling lights flashed by. The truck sped through the rainy night, splashing giant waves on the thin rainwater on the road surface.

The shadows of the town appeared faintly on the distant horizon. The moment the truck stopped at the toll gate, a vine stretched out from the crack in the truck window and pierced into the neck of the policeman who was walking to the cargo box to check the goods.

Another figure had already dashed into the toll booth. Very quickly, the barrier was raised, and the truck

continued to speed toward the distant town.

When the car lights also disappeared into the pitch-black rainy night, above the toll station, the sign with the city name glowed with cold light—"Blüdhaven."

The truck drove smoothly into the underground cold storage. When Poison Ivy got out of the car, she looked at Peter with disbelief and said, "You didn't say you had been in Cat Getan for less than a month? You even prepared a base in Blüdhaven."

"I didn't prepare this," Peter shook his head and said. "I only discovered after I obtained the access rights to the Batcomputer that Batman's first assistant had been active here and had set up over ten safehouses in this city, and I just borrowed one of the most secret ones."

"Ma'am, please give them another dose of anesthetic to ensure they don't wake up within 24 hours, and then you can choose to stay here or continue to go back with me."

A trace of hesitation appeared on Poison Ivy's face, but what was somewhat beyond Peter's expectations was that Poison Ivy said, "I'll go with you. I have to go back to Cat Getan."

"May I venture to ask the reason?"

Poison Ivy rolled her eyes slightly, then looked at Peter and said, "I know how dangerous you are, boy. No matter what kind of storm you stir up in Cat Getan tonight, you cannot truly harm the plants there."

"And I am not a loner as you think. The chaos you stirred up between Scarecrow, Penguin, and Batman will inevitably spread to the entire Cat Getan. I want to go back and stay with Harley, and ensure she absolutely won't be interested in you and your plan. This is very difficult."

"Then get in the car," Peter pulled open the truck door again, boarded the cargo compartment, and then said, "It won't be long until dawn."

The truck drove slowly out of the darkness of the underground cold storage exit. And what Peter didn't discover was that in a corner of the extremely deep darkness, a red light spot that wasn't obvious lit up and flickered a few times.

Just after returning to Cat Getan City, Peter received Batman's communication.

"Where are you, Peter? Answer me."

"I am on Lex Island," Peter answered. "Poison Ivy informed me that there is a Harley Quinn base there. We are currently heading there to see if we can find traces of Barbara and Gordon."

"Come back now. I have other tasks for you."

Peter's hand on the steering wheel paused, then he answered, "Okay, I'll make a U-turn immediately."

Poison Ivy, who was beside him, looked at him and said, "You intend to return to the Batcave? Then drop me off here."

"You come back with me, but don't go in. Once I send you a signal, find a way to make some noise and lure Batman over."

"You are simply crazy. I won't face Batman!" Poison Ivy turned her head back, shook her head, and said, "I have been avoiding doing this all along. Becoming his thorn in the side isn't a good thing. He has ready-made hostages at hand—his manor possesses the most exotic flowers and plants in all of Cat Getan."

"But we moved them all away."

Poison Ivy froze for a moment, then turned to look at Peter again, astonished, and said, "You couldn't have calculated this step long ago, could you?"

"I don't want you to have a fight with him, just like other super-criminals, make some noise, get discovered by him, and then leave before he rushes over. It's that simple."

Poison Ivy sighed and said, "I'll help you one last time, but you have to promise me that after this matter ends, you will go to my laboratory to help me do chemical analysis on plant toxins."

"Perfect transaction conditions, ma'am. Please."

Peter returned to the Batcave all the way, went to the changing room first, changed out of his uniform, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Amidst the splashing sound of water, Batman's voice sounded outside the door: "Peter, how much longer? We need to have a combat meeting."

"Right away, sir. By the way, can you help me ask Mr. Alfred if my clothes are dried? Where should I go to find you?"

Batman left. Amidst the sound of water, Peter, who was lying in the bathtub, sighed in relaxation and began to review the process of executing his entire plan in his mind, ensuring there were no omissions.

Peter's exam topic this time was Batman. Of course, it wasn't curing Batman.

And it wasn't just because curing Batman was too difficult. Besides, Peter wasn't going to be a psychologist. Researching in this area had no meaning; the effort was high and the harvest was low, which was completely not cost-effective.

Peter only wanted to show his ability to independently control the situation, which was very important.

Because it was obvious that as the Spider Army became active in more and more universes, the status of this group also rose accordingly. And whether it was Schiller or Nick, neither would want to hand over the leadership of this group to others.

In fact, most Spider-Men weren't suitable for being leaders. They could unite and cooperate, helping each other, but to command a huge group across the multiverse, just having kindness and friendship wasn't enough.

It wasn't that one had to have no morals or be very evil to do it; it was just that maintaining that kindness in the complex and complicated multiverse environment required stronger ability. To a certain extent, one had to be much stronger than those who had no morals.

Since ancient times, people would call leaders who had no morals but strong abilities "heroes," but those leaders who had integrity and were kind enough were enough to be canonized, because if one couldn't be unscrupulous, the difficulty of leading a team would suddenly rise to another level.

The current Spider Army was mainly guided by Nick, but Nick knew that he and the Spider-Men were not like-minded, and he wasn't the kind of leader who could fully stimulate the justice and positive heart of the members. Unfortunately, most of the Spider-Men's power came from this.

Although Peter liked scientific research very much, he was clear about his responsibilities. Besides making all the Spider-Men live better, he also had to fully utilize the abilities of so many Spider-Men to make all universes better.

To be a leader, one couldn't not understand the human heart. A team with such a wide range of involvement would inevitably encounter all kinds of problems that witnessed biological diversity.

It wasn't that one couldn't grope forward in practice and accumulate experience by making mistakes, but Peter also had his own pride. He had always chosen hell difficulty in games.

Therefore, Peter came to Cat Getan, facing Batman, and it was the one among the Batmen that was harder to deal with.

Peter wasn't aiming high but reaching low either. He chose a harder target and a more sinister environment, and he just planned to set his goals a bit lower, so he spent about a week exploring everywhere in Cat Getan to see if there were any problems suitable for solving.

In this process, Peter discovered that when he passed by certain locations, his spider-sense would always ring weakly. This greatly attracted Peter's attention, so very quickly he discovered the fear gas buried by Scarecrow.

By the time Peter discovered it, Scarecrow had almost finished burying them. Over a thousand fear gas bombs were buried in every corner of this huge city. Even if Peter had three heads and six arms, he couldn't dig them all up in a short while.

Even if he notified Batman and let the Bat-family dig together, it would only startle the snake, letting Scarecrow detonate the bombs in advance and trigger a greater disaster.

Since the disaster was unavoidable, Peter treated this as his exam topic. His goal was to have the situation as much under his control as possible on the night the disaster erupted, do his best to reduce casualties, and end the disaster as early as possible.

Following Batman's pace wasn't impossible, but that couldn't train his abilities at all. Moreover, he wasn't just a Robin; the missions he could complete by running around in Cat Getan City were far fewer than what he could achieve.

But Batman certainly wouldn't listen to his explanation, so Peter could only choose to go it alone. And this was Batman's Cat Getan. If he did this, he would certainly face Batman.

So Peter's best choice became utilizing his information advantage to strike Batman by surprise, and while he was being led by various clues laid out in advance, hurry up and finish the work that needed to be done.

This time, Peter went all out. Besides the psychological knowledge learned from Schiller, the technology learned from Stark, the pursuit and fighting skills learned from Steve, and the human and time management skills learned from Nick, he used all his means—symbiote, healing serum, improved spider suit, etc. —and maintained an information advantage, which was why Batman was bumping around in Cat Getan for half the night.

But he knew this was only the beginning. After observing Batman for the first few weeks, he discovered that this Dark Knight was unreasonably strong, likely the strongest and most comprehensive human Peter had ever faced.

Most of the people Peter knew before, including his several teachers, were mostly only good in one aspect or a few aspects.

But Batman wasn't. Batman was a true hexagonal warrior. Peter spent weeks thinking hard, but didn't think of any weaknesses he could utilize.

Peter, lying in the bathtub, took a deep breath, went through the flow of his entire plan in his mind again, ensured there were no problems, rested for a while with his eyes closed to recover his physical strength and energy, and then changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

Arriving at the combat meeting hall of the Batcave, there were only two people waiting there: Batman and Nightwing.

"How is the research on the fear toxin?" Batman asked.

Peter confirmed his expression was fine before saying, "Chemical analysis still has no results, but the radiation theory can basically be confirmed to have no problems. I will now send the data of common radiation bands to your computer."

"Once the antenna modification is completed, the satellite will be able to point out the locations where fear gas bombs might exist, and our next step is to focus on modifying the antenna and then go dig up the bombs."

"Robin is out of contact, and so are Gordon and Barbara," Batman opened his mouth again. He looked at Peter and said, "You were also almost kidnapped and chased and killed."

"But these aren't important," Peter shook his head and said. "When being a superhero, one must be prepared to bleed and sacrifice. We must continue to work hard for those who are still alive."

Batman looked at him silently. Peter met his gaze without fear, but Batman shook his head and said, "My plan is different from the two of yours."

Nightwing revealed an anxious expression, constantly winking at Peter. Peter frowned slightly. He didn't quite understand Nightwing's meaning, because he had never crossed paths with this first Robin before, and there was too little information.

"This combat meeting is to announce my plan, and the two of you only need to listen. Sit over there."

The atmosphere was a bit stiff. Peter clearly saw Nightwing's twitching mouth. Under Nightwing's disapproving gaze, Peter turned and walked toward the chair Batman pointed to.

Nightwing had no choice but to walk over and sit down. And when he turned to look at Peter beside him, the expression on his face was "You will soon know why I left Cat Getan."

And Peter indeed wanted to hear Batman's plan, because he believed this would allow him to make targeted precautions.

The next second, his spider-sense rang sharply.

Click, click, click!

Several metal locks extended from his neck, wrists, and legs, closing instantly, completely fixing Peter and Nightwing in place.

Peter's pupils shrank.

"Regardless of what my plan is, the two of you stay here honestly. Don't think about leaving until the matter is resolved."