Chapter 2084: Superman

Peter and Clark shook hands.

"I'm very sorry, I'd like to chat more with you, sir," Peter said, "but there is a very urgent matter now; we have to solve the problem of Cat Getan citizens going crazy."

Clark obviously also noticed that so many crazy phenomena in the city couldn't be that Gothamites suddenly had a brainwave; there must be external factors, so he curiously asked: "Do you know why they are going crazy?"

"That lady wouldn't let me say too much, because she was afraid... well, telling you is fine. Before, the people in this city were anesthetized by a toxin. Of course, that was just an expedient measure, but it caused a small side effect."

"Making them mentally deranged?"

"Can't be called deranged, sir, just a bit more excited than usual."

Clark put his hands on his hips, sighed, and said: "Although you are much more polite than Batman, I still want to say, this is dangerous."

"Although I believe Batman can clean all this up in a very short time, the most dangerous part is how you will face his anger."

Peter paused, quickly took two steps back, and said: "Sorry, Mr. Kent, I have to send these criminals to where they should go. Batman is still waiting for my report."

Clark saw he wasn't old, so he waved his hand and said: "As long as you have a way, that's fine, but I also have to do something. I'll go clean up those overly chaotic places first. Call me when you find a solution."

Peter nodded vigorously, and Clark flew away quickly. He was indeed prepared to clean up some messes as he said, but mainly those that would cause major safety hazards.

Peter quickly transported the members of the Court of Owls to the prison in the Batcave, then called Batman in the Batcave and said: "I've locked them up, is there anything else to do?"

"Not for now, what are you doing?"

Peter paused, then discovered he might have leaked the secret, but he still explained: "I'm still looking for that kind of strange trophy, the progress is good so far."

Soon Bruce Wei En hung up the phone. Peter ran back to the laboratory like his butt was on fire, shouting at Poison Ivy: "Think of a way quickly, Batman is about to find out."

"So he hasn't found out yet?" Poison Ivy said with some surprise: "I thought he knew long ago."

"You underestimate the workload of a country's president, especially since Bruce Wei En ascended in that way. This is a job that would keep Batman too busy to suspect others," Scarecrow added.

"So we still have a chance." Peter pushed Poison Ivy forward and said: "As long as we can clean this up before Batman has free time, everything still has hope of being saved."

Poison Ivy showed a hesitant look, but soon she still said: "Alright, then what should we do? I don't think just a few words can shirk responsibility."

"Don't worry, I just thought of a way."

"Just now? What did you do just now?"

"I went to see someone, he is the key to our solving the trouble."

In the White House office, Bruce frowned and hung up the phone. He had indeed been very busy lately, even to the point of not having time to care about Cat Getan's situation.

But it couldn't be said that he was completely unaware. Although he didn't have time to watch the monitors, he had called Gordon a few times before, and Gordon was a bit evasive.

More importantly, there was now a search-and-rescue dog from Metropolis running around in his city, and Batman was somewhat uneasy.

Thinking for a while, Bruce turned to his assistant and said: "Go prepare the plane, I'm going back to Cat Getan."

At this time, Harley Quinn was riding a hippopotamus, and other Joker Gang members were swinging crocodiles, some driving excavators, patrolling back and forth on the street.

Suddenly, a figure swung from mid-air and stood on the roof opposite. Harley Quinn looked up and saw Spider-Man.

"Stop, you know this chaos won't last long, I think we can talk."

"Isn't it a bit late to think about negotiation now?" Harley Quinn twisted her mouth and blew the long hair on her forehead, swung the hammer half a circle, and said: "Come over and let me smash your little brain, and I'll let go of your goods."

"You know you can't do anything about us. You can't find our laboratory, and once the truly effective component is extracted, I'll activate the weather weapon. You don't have the technology to crack it."

Harley Quinn's gaze became colder and colder. She revealed a mouth of white teeth, staring fiercely at Spider-Man and said: "You're really unlikable, kid. Has anyone told you? Exposing other people's shortcomings will make you never find a girlfriend!"

"Sorry, but I'm already engaged."

This matter seemed to shock Harley Quinn even more than Spider-Man saying he would use a weather weapon. She even stood on the spot, stunned for a while.

"What do you mean by this?" Spider-Man felt offended and said: "Can't I be engaged? Do I look like the kind of person who can't find a girlfriend?"

Harley Quinn pursed her mouth, looking into Peter's eyes, the expression on her face as if to say, "I'm so kind that I don't want to tell you the truth."

"Seriously, boy," Harley Quinn hammered the hammer on the ground, placing her hands on the top of the hammer handle and said: "I'm not bragging, I used to be a psychologist. Do you know you look like the kind of tech geek who would grow old alone with the cells in the petri dish?"

Now it was Spider-Man's turn to be stunned. Actually, Harley Quinn wasn't wrong. If Gwen wasn't also a tech geek, the possibility of him growing old alone was very high.

"Really sorry, my girlfriend is also that kind of person." Spider-Man shrugged, jumped to the ground, crossed his arms, and looked at Harley Quinn and said: "And I can see that you fell in love with a completely different person."

"You're talking nonsense! We are very similar!!!"

"Then you have no need to dress yourself up like this. Trying hard to find common ground in appearance means you know clearly that you can't find any common ground in your inner selves."

Harley Quinn's expression really looked like she wanted to kill someone. She gritted her teeth and said: "Can't tell you're also a psychologist."

"I'm not, but my teacher is. If you are interested in this topic, we can talk later. Let's solve the current problem first."

Harley Quinn didn't want to admit she was interested, but her eyes and actions betrayed her. She turned her eyes to the side and rubbed her nose with her hand and said: "Alright, let's find a place to talk."

Half an hour later, Peter called Jason in the Batcave and said: "Bad news, Jason, the extraction of the effective component of the antidote isn't going smoothly, so we still have to rely on oral medication, but that organization called the Joker Gang is too difficult to deal with."

"Of course, if we drop it regardless of casualties, it would be... alright, it's best if you are willing to help. Our next step is to put the goods next to the airport..."

After putting down the phone, Peter started searching on the Batcomputer, and soon he locked onto a factory.

Another half an hour later, Gordon looked at Peter with some confusion and said: "You want to borrow the Bat-Signal? But Batman isn't in Cat Getan now."

"Yes, I don't intend to call Batman. I just want to broadcast a notice, and that thing is bright enough."

"That's true, come with me."

Another hour passed, and a line of text with a bat pattern was projected over Cat Getan.

"Countdown to the next batch of material delivery: 30:00"

Gothamites all looked up at this line of text. They actually didn't quite understand what this line of text meant, but they were too familiar with the bat logo.

Gothamites weren't stupid. Of course, they knew that Batman was a person who wanted to save this city and put it into practice. If he had something to tell the whole city in this way, it was probably destined to be very urgent.

The word "materials" made everyone confused. Could this strange rich guy want to deliver food and water? Come on, we aren't disaster victims. What's the use of providing us with food and drink?

As a result, unexpectedly, the bat projection changed its style. Several lines of text condensed into a circle, and a stick figure pattern appeared in the center of the circle, which was surprisingly a toilet.

The whole city of Cat Getan boiled over.

When Bruce Wei En sat on the plane and looked down through the porthole, he felt a bit strange. How come it seemed like all the Gothamites had come out, and the streets were packed with people.

He took out his binoculars and looked carefully, finding that everyone was gathering in one direction. Judging by the road direction, it seemed to be the airport.

"Don't let it be to welcome me," Bruce thought with a sigh in his heart, but soon he felt relieved again. Any city in the world might surrender to him, but Cat Getan couldn't. This was the warmth of home.

The plane began to land. Just in mid-air about to reach the airport, Bruce found a black shadow floating beside the plane. He opened his eyes wide and looked carefully, finding it was a Stagg Industries airship.

Looking carefully again, Bruce saw something seemed to be hanging under the Stark airship, but due to the angle, he couldn't see clearly what it was.

And after he got off the plane, he finally saw clearly. It was a large package with a parachute, swaying down from mid-air, landing steadily on the ground.

Bruce hadn't reacted yet when a black line suddenly appeared from all directions of the airport, and countless Gothamites rushed towards this side.

His bodyguard shouted: "Protect the president! Protect the president!"

Bruce immediately touched his weapon. At this time, he heard a scream from behind, followed by a rumbling earthquake sound. Turning his head, a hippopotamus as tall as a two-story building rushed over, with Harley Quinn sitting on it.

Bruce just wanted to speak when a shadow above his head got closer and closer. He looked up and saw a giant seagull, obviously just back from the pier after finishing fries. Looking carefully again, a familiar figure stood on the seagull's head; it was Jason.

"Harley Quinn, you should roll back to your lair to mourn for the Joker, don't think about embarrassing yourself here!"

"You little brat, the Joker should give you two more hammers. I'll let you know how powerful he is for him!"

Before the words fell, a hippopotamus and a seagull fought together. For a time, people and horses turned over.

But Gothamites weren't so easily defeated. One Gothamite fell, and thousands of Gothamites stood up, rushing towards that box like crazy.

Bruce just turned to look at the box when he found another parachute swaying down from the sky. The Riddler, wearing a dress and a top hat, landed on the very top of the box.

And the Penguin, who had just rushed over in a military truck, shouted at the top: "Riddler, you are really despicable, using flying props is against the rules!"

"Hahahahahaha! You idiot, if you can't think of it yourself then... ah!!!"

The Riddler suddenly began to shake his body uncontrollably. In the distance, the Mad Hatter was holding a brainwave control device pointing at him, but was soon ambushed by the Scarecrow who rushed up with fear gas.

Like a grand carnival party.

Just as the battle was in full swing, the box suddenly began to shake constantly from bottom to top, as if something was about to drill out of the ground.

Bruce saw that the situation wasn't right and immediately rushed over, hooked a grappling hook to the side of the box, the rope retracted, and he jumped onto the box quickly, wanting to find where the bomb was.

The next second, with a "bang," vines bulged on the surface, the box shook violently and fell apart, and Bruce fell straight down.

Bang!

Bruce felt himself smash onto an arc-shaped plane. He looked up and found he had fallen into a golden pit, and the noise outside disappeared.

Bruce had to fire the grappling hook again to hook onto the edge of the pit, jumping out nimbly.

With his feet stepping on flat ground again, Bruce instinctively swayed, then looked down, only to find that the thousands of Gothamites surrounding him were all looking up at him.

Bruce had never thought that the two emotions of joy and seriousness could be fused so well on people's faces.

Countless black dots surrounded one black dot in the center, and when the thing under Bruce's feet revealed its true face, Clark in the distance couldn't help but cover his eyes.

Under the dark blue night sky, what they were surrounding was a giant golden toilet.

A violent cheer erupted, even more enthusiastic than the day of the presidential inauguration.

Earnest yet absurd, dirty yet pure, simple yet romantic.

He climbed up, they climbed up.

When Clark thought of this, Bruce happened to turn his head to look at him.

Clark raised his camera, leaving behind the last perfect photo for his documentary filming.

The next second, a roar echoed over Cat Getan.

"CLARK KENT!! GET OUT OF MY GOTHAM!!!!!" ===== CHAPTER 2085 =====