Chapter 2315

Toward the young Superman, Batman's level of tolerance was even greater, carrying a subtle, elder-like kindness. But what was even more peculiar was that Clark also carried a subtle kindness toward him. Under this mutual kindness, the coordination between the two of them could be called flawless.

Hal was the first to break free, shook his shoulders, and complained a few words to Clark, but still went to fish out Atlan and the Sea Queen.

Hal used Green Lantern energy to bind the Sea Queen. Batman stepped forward to question her. The Sea Queen appeared very sullen, seemingly not intending to answer anything. Batman asked for a long time, only getting one sentence.

"Don't waste your effort; you can't save anyone."

Batman narrowed his eyes.

Combined with the Sea Queen's diary he had seen before, this person didn't look like she was going to fight a war, but rather like she was looking for death.

Batman wasn't sure if the Sea Queen's counterpart in other universes was Arthur, but if it was, her passive attitude didn't look much like the Arthur Batman knew.

Unless she had suffered some kind of blow that caused her to completely lose the confidence to resist.

This kind of opponent was actually the most difficult to deal with. She had almost no desires left and only wanted to seek death, which also meant Batman couldn't get more information from her.

In the distance, there was still a steady stream of the Atlantean army. Batman could only say to the Sea Queen, "Abdicate to Atlan. Tell your subordinates that Atlan is the new King of Atlantis."

Atlan snorted, obviously mocking this absurd reality. He was the greatest emperor in the history of Atlantis, and now he had actually become the new King of Atlantis.

The Queen also snorted and said, "It's useless."

"You want to go find Batman, right? He is your last hope, because you know that no matter who gives up, Batman cannot possibly give up. You want to try one last time."

"But you know that the current you will only make things worse. If I'm not mistaken, you feel sleepy, chaotic, and confused. You also don't know exactly what you will do. Do you think this state is suitable for negotiations?"

The Sea Queen pursed her lips and didn't speak. Batman continued to guide her patiently, "I am also Batman, a Batman from another universe. No one understands Batman better than Batman. Moreover, we haven't been here long, and our minds are still clear. If we negotiate on your behalf, we might be able to secure a good result for both sides."

The Sea Queen appeared somewhat tempted. Clark chimed in from the side, "Anyway, if you don't agree, I'll freeze you and your army here and go find Batman myself. But at that time, we won't be negotiating for the Sea People; solving the human problem is the most important thing."

Their meaning was already very clear. The Sea Queen knew that if she didn't cooperate, this group, the only ones with hope of solving this universe's problem, wouldn't care about the Atlanteans. Atlantis had to send a representative, but the Queen knew she couldn't do it.

She took a deep breath and said with the little reason she had left, "Batman's condition isn't good. I'm not sure. You go."

So she let out a sharp cry from her throat. Several whirlpools instantly appeared in the seawater. The Atlanteans looked up with a slightly dazed expression after hearing it.

In the end, they seemed to have understood something, slowly putting down their weapons, while Atlan floated above the ten thousand troops and shouted, "I am Atlan, the greatest emperor in the history of Atlantis. Now I have returned. You must all obey my orders."

The Atlantean warriors were all filled with trepidation, but they could also feel that Atlan seemed to possess a power that was completely different from those surface dwellers.

They began to whisper to each other, restless and uneasy. At this time, the Queen roared again, barely managing to suppress them.

Next, the few of them prepared to go ashore, but everyone knew nothing about this mysterious Batwoman, and the Sea Queen was unwilling to reveal more, so they still had to investigate on their own.

But looking at the current situation, directly finding Batwoman and asking her wouldn't yield any answers; instead, it might intensify the conflict.

Now everyone could see that the vast majority of people in this universe were mentally unstable. If you went against them, they would go crazy. Clark and Hal clearly had very rich experience in dealing with such mentally ill patients.

"Let's sneak into Cat Getan first," Clark said. "Don't let Batman know, then go find his friends, or go to the places he frequently visits, figure out what exactly happened to him, and then go find him."

Hal also nodded in agreement. He looked at Batman and said, "When you and this city are both about to lose control, who do you think is the one who can stay clear-headed until the end?"

Batman didn't hesitate.

"Gordon, James Gordon."

A figure was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the pouring rain outside. The coffee on the table was already getting cold.

The door lock clicked, and the sound of high heels came from the doorway. The aroma of coffee drifted in along with it. A black-haired woman tucked her long hair and placed a cup of coffee next to the cold one.

"Stop drinking your special machine oil; come taste some fresh medium-roast beans. The Riddler's death case is already closed. Perhaps we can clear out a few days to rest; don't push yourself too hard."

There was no response, so the woman looked at the figure in front of the window. She was wearing an extremely capable police uniform, her ponytail hanging all the way down from her shoulder, but judging by her figure and posture, she was no longer young, appearing exceptionally weathered at this moment.

"Jessie."

Hearing someone call her name, the policewoman by the window finally came back to her senses. She turned her head and revealed a faint smile to her colleague, walked over, picked up the coffee, and took a sip, but anyone could see that her smile was somewhat forced.

"Are you worried about Batwoman?"

"I'm worried about more than just that," the policewoman called Jessie sighed and said, "She's lost control too severely, chasing and hunting the Joker like she's gone mad, killing the Penguin and the Riddler, and now she's setting her sights on the patients inside Arkham Asylum. There are no super-criminals left in there; the rest are just poor patients with schizophrenia."

"In her eyes, they are still criminals," the female colleague sighed and said, "They did indeed hurt people when they had their episodes."

"This is also the main reason why I'm facing such great pressure right now," Jessie closed her eyes and said, "It's very hard for me to resist Batwoman and Brucie Wayne, especially since they've both gone mad."

"I think she'll quiet down a bit in the near future; after all, the weather is bad, and it's difficult to chase criminals. You should take this opportunity to get some good rest..."

"I know, the weather is bad. You should drive home early; otherwise, the water on the road will make your insurance policy look very ugly this year."

The female colleague knew she couldn't be persuaded, nodded, and left. In the end, only Jessie was left alone. When she turned around, a name shone on the police badge on her chest—Jessie Gordon.

Bang! Crash!

The sound that suddenly appeared on the balcony gave Jessie a start. She immediately pressed her hand against the pistol at her waist, bent over to lower her center of gravity, and crouched behind the desk.

Seeing those two pointed ears, she breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from behind the desk, and said, "Batwoman, don't you even rest in this kind of weather? Are you in such a rush to find trouble with me?"

Her tone was still quite light; although slightly helpless, the teasing in it was clearly greater than the interrogation.

The result was a deep, resonant male voice.

"Call me Batman."

Jessie was stunned. She stared blankly at the strong figure walking out from the window, forgetting to draw her gun for a moment.

"My god, you... you... huh???"

"I am Batman from another universe, male."

Jessie opened her mouth wide, completely incredulous. After being surprised for a long time, she finally remembered to say, "You are too, I mean, Batman? This is too weird. You're a man; how can you wear this kind of tight suit? I'm not saying you can't wear it, but... this is too weird."

Jessie turned her head to the side, seemingly unable to bear looking directly at him. Batman didn't care at all. He said, "This city looks wrong. Tell me what happened in this universe."

This city was indeed very wrong. Although Batman had only taken a cursory glance on his way here, he really couldn't believe that there was a Cat Getan in some universe that was even worse than his own.

The Cat Getan of other Batmen Batman knew would mostly be a little better than his, and there were also those like the Cat Getan in Bruce's universe that were much better than the main universe, but most were about the same.

But just in that short moment, Batman estimated that there weren't many living people left in this city; most were zombies hovering on the edge of losing their minds. If this was caused by drugs, Batman would really have to suspect that drug lords were ruling the world.

"You come from another universe?"

"That's right, a normal universe."

Jessie frowned deeply and said, "You mean our universe isn't normal?"

"It's abnormal to the extreme," Batman said very firmly. "I can tell you clearly that the Cat Getan of the vast majority of universes isn't like this. Although it's also bad, it hasn't reached this point."

This obviously resonated with Jessie. She pressed her forehead hard with her hand, gritting her teeth, and said, "It's always been this bad, and it's been even worse recently because Batwoman has also started to go mad."

"What exactly happened to her?" Batman stepped forward, his strong body almost completely blocking the light from the dim desk lamp, plunging the half of the room Jessie was in into darkness.

But that wasn't a chaotic, disorderly darkness, and it didn't make Jessie afraid. The darkness brought by this Batman was a steady, powerful, and solemn darkness. Jessie had once seen this kind of temperament in Batwoman, but recently it had completely disappeared.

This made her initially trust Batman. She said, "Ever since Silvis died, Batwoman has become increasingly abnormal. She started frantically retaliating against all criminals, especially super-powered criminals."

"Who is Silvis?"

"Catman."

Now it was Batman's turn to be silent. He seemed to be trying hard to banish some images from his mind.

"Does your universe not have this person?" Jessie asked somewhat puzzled.

"Catwoman," Batman answered concisely. "Selina."

"Are your genders reversed from ours?"

"Perhaps so. In my universe, the police commissioner is named James Gordon, male."

"Oh, the same name as my son," Jessie thought for a moment and then said, "Alright, since that's the case, I can understand."

"In short, a super-powered criminal killed Batwoman's lover, causing her to completely change her outlook and start continuously hunting and killing all criminals."

"The Riddler is dead, just recently, but he was lucky enough to have been hiding and not found by Batwoman. Others died even earlier."

"What about the Joker?"

"You mean the Jokeress? She's missing. We're looking for her, and we're also praying that she won't be found by Batwoman. If there's anyone who can stop Batwoman's crazy behavior now, it's probably only her."