Chapter 2478: The Cape War (45)

Batwoman was at the Cat Getan Police Department.

She wasn't here to handle a case. When the thick fog appeared for the first time, she found that she had been teleported to an unfamiliar location. This Cat Getan was completely different from the Cat Getan she knew, and the terrain and road structure had no reference value.

Batwoman thought this wouldn't do. If Cat Getan's danger level hadn't decreased, but she wasn't familiar with it, it would be easy to capsize in the gutter. So she decided to look for other Batmen.

In the thick fog, visibility was very low, and communication equipment wasn't easy to use, so many modern means were useless. Instead, some more primitive communication methods were better to use.

Batwoman came to the Cat Getan Police Department to find the Bat-Signal.

She believed that as long as Batman existed in this universe, the Cat Getan Police Department would definitely have a Bat-Signal. So when the fog descended for the first time, she had already arrived at the police station. But she didn't expect that the Batman of this universe had become president, and the Bat-Signal hadn't been used for a long time and had been put into the warehouse by Gordon.

After all, if you light the Bat-Signal here, President Wei En in Washington wouldn't see it. It was better to just make a phone call, and officials from the state legislature would come over in a while.

So Batwoman tossed and turned here for a long time, and it was only with great difficulty that she moved the Bat-Signal back from the corner of the warehouse, connected it to electricity, and adjusted the mode. She originally just wanted to try how the penetration effect of this Bat-Signal was against the thick fog.

Before turning on the light, Batwoman felt that the effect should be quite good, because when she manufactured the Bat-Signal, she fully considered that Cat Getan's weather was often bad. If the light didn't have enough penetration effect, it definitely wouldn't work.

As a result, after turning on this light, she found that the effect was a bit too good. Batwoman didn't doubt at all that this degree of light beam could directly penetrate hundreds of meters of thick fog and shine the bat pattern into the sky.

She didn't expect even more that less than two minutes after she turned on the light, a figure flew towards this side.

This was the Clark of the main universe. Most people shouldn't have forgotten that at that time, the strange Bat-family of the main universe received the communication from the main universe's Batman from the Arkham universe, learned about the disaster that happened in this universe, and they decided to attack collectively.

Batwoman also came, and before coming, she called Clark. Clark was Superman after all, so he didn't need to investigate clues like the Robins and then advance steadily. He flew directly to Washington, wanting to see the crime scene at the first time, and find Batman who might still be saved.

He originally did want to save Batman, but while flying on the road, he heard a painful sound, and the sound was somewhat familiar. It was his own voice.

Clark found the falling Superman on the roof of a building, which was the Superman of the Arkham universe who was hit in the body by an unknown sharp sword in the news seen by the Robins and then fell painfully.

Of course, more people's impression of him was the great adventure he had in Cat Getan in an excellent mental state, and the photo he took of Bruce Wei En standing on a golden toilet.

Clark brought him over.

This Superman's condition was very bad, in a state between half-awake and half-asleep, and very weak. The whole person was like a pale wandering soul, but his mouth was still muttering about Batman.

Seeing this scene, Batwoman couldn't care about subsequent plans either, and hurriedly found a room in the Cat Getan Police Department to put Superman down and check his situation.

"Terrible." Clark said, "When I was holding him just now, it was as if I was holding a human. Kryptonians aren't like this. He seems to have lost all his power."

Batwoman observed Superman's situation and found that his limbs were twitching and he was muttering to himself, as if he had fallen into some nightmare. Then Batwoman soon found that Superman was holding something in his hand.

Because he no longer possessed Superman's power, even Batwoman could easily pry open his fingers. And what appeared in Batwoman's hand was a colorful ring.

The moment the finger opened, Clark let out a scream, a real scream, instantly retreating a few steps and hitting the wall—the wall was fine, and the building was fine, but Clark looked like he had been hit quite hard.

Batwoman was stunned. Even if the universe she was in was a gender-swapped universe, the abilities weren't swapped. She knew how strong Superman was.

Of course, Batwoman also knew that Superman had a fatal weakness, which was Kryptonite. As long as he touched Kryptonite, he would become weak. But the problem was that Clark didn't touch it either.

This was a police office, not crowded, even very spacious. Clark stood by the window, Batwoman stood in front of the temporary simple bed, and the two were at least two or three meters apart. Did such a small piece of Kryptonite have such a big effect?

Batwoman carefully examined this small ring in her hand. It looked like a thumb ring, and the part inlaid with gems was colorful, not just green.

Batwoman recalled, and the Kryptonite she saw was all green. Was it possible that there were other colors of Kryptonite in this world?

Then if there were other colors, perhaps the efficacy would be different from green, and it was also possible that it was stronger than green, otherwise Clark wouldn't have such a big reaction.

Batwoman stuffed the ring back into the hand of the lying Superman.

Superman's flesh seemed to be able to block the radiation of Kryptonite. Clark felt that the influence of that fatal radiation on him was weakening. He took a deep breath, stood up, and walked over slowly.

"What on earth is going on?"

"He sealed it with his body." Batwoman said, "Probably worried that if someone found it, they would be affected by this kind of stone."

"Kryptonite has radiation for ordinary people." Clark looked at Batwoman inexplicably, and then said, "He might be worried that some ordinary person would see him lying on the ground, approach him, and then be affected by the radiation."

Batwoman clearly also deduced this point. The scene captured in the news report at that time was true, but it wasn't complete. When Superman was falling, he tightly pinched the arrow tip, and what was installed on it was exactly this ring.

Probably the moment he was attacked, Superman realized what was attacking him, and the first thing he thought of was that this thing had fatal radiation for ordinary people, and he had to find a way to block this radiation.

"Ordinary people are indeed weak." Clark said, "But if a person is lying on the ground and doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, someone will always come to save him. This has nothing to do with whether he is strong or not."

"You..." Clark looked at Batwoman with some hesitation again. Batwoman shook her head and said, "My uniform is radiation-proof."

Clark wanted to say that actually, the first reaction he had when he felt that he was affected was to stuff the Kryptonite ring back into this Superman's hand. Did that mean he was different from other Supermen?

Wait, now wasn't the time to think about this. Clark shook his head, walked over and checked, and didn't find any injuries on Superman's body, which showed that the culprit who made him fall was this ring.

"Robin King..." Batwoman muttered this name while thinking.

"Wait." Clark shouted, "Something's wrong. His soul doesn't seem to be here."

Batwoman looked at him with a frown.

"I discovered before, to be precise, after participating in the game of the Battle World, I discovered that my feeling for Kryptonians and my feeling for humans are different."

"Tell me in detail."

"It's hard to say, it's just a kind of intuition. According to Batman, it might be because our brain wave intensity is completely different from humans, so there's no way to be on the same frequency. But with our own kind, especially in the case where the brain waves of our own kind are completely the same, because the intensity is too high, we can carry out a certain connection across space."

Batwoman nodded, and Clark continued, "So when there are Kryptonians present, I can feel it. But now I don't feel that there are any of my kind at the scene at all. This proves that his brain isn't working. To put it in layman's terms, his soul has flown away."

"Where did his soul go?"

"I don't know." Clark thought and said, "It's just that Batman used us as test subjects when doing brain wave research. At that time, he mentioned a few sentences to me, but I couldn't understand most of them."

"Repeat it again."

Clark gave Batwoman a rough talk about the ghost wave theory and the possibility of brain wave compilation. These were all proposed by Batman, and he was just retelling them.

After he finished speaking, Batwoman fell into thought. She hadn't done research in this area before, but after all, she was also Batman. As long as there was a clue, she could suddenly see the light.

"In this way, that kind of pollution might also be... Can you find the Batman of your universe?"

"Hmm..." Clark suddenly became a bit awkward, but he still said, "This thick fog will significantly weaken my vision and hearing. In general, my perception will become about the same as an ordinary person."

"Then is there any way to let him find you?"

"I guess he must be looking for me." Clark said, "This fog is too weird, you ordinary people can't handle it, but after all, I can fly. He might need my help now."

"He knows that I'm definitely willing to help him and am also looking for him, so he might wait in a relatively high place, which makes it easy for me to see him. But considering this fog is too weird, he might also think of other ways."

As soon as the words fell, the two thought of the same thing at the same time, and that was the Bat-Signal.

Clark flew over from the window, raised his height slightly, and looked into the distance. Sure enough, he saw the familiar bat pattern on the glass curtain wall of a building.

That kind of light was very weird, as if the frequency had been adjusted, so it could spread very far in the thick fog. Clark flew down and said to Batwoman, "He's not far from here, about 2 kilometers. I'll go pick him up, and then you two study what's going on."

Batwoman nodded. Batman was soon brought over by Clark. He looked at Superman's situation on the bed and frowned, not because Superman was weak enough, but because his state was a bit similar to the Arkham Batman.

Jason was still lying in the dream world in Parker's house. He burned up again in the middle of the night, and this time it was even more aggressive. His consciousness had completely dissipated.

Spider-Man, who had returned from the investigation, fed him fever-reducing medicine again. When changing the medicine, a flash of blood red flashed before Jason's eyes. Jason suddenly raised his arm and grabbed Spider-Man's wrist.

Jason couldn't speak, but he was still forcing a question with his eyes. Spider-Man gently pried open his fingers, pulled his hand back, and said, "I caught his tail, but his speed was too fast, and I couldn't figure out his way of acting. I was accidentally scratched, but it's no big deal, just put on a band-aid."

In the hazy field of vision, Jason could clearly see a cut on the wrist of the hand where Spider-Man wore the web-shooter. The cut wasn't very large, about equivalent to being cut by a small knife, but it still bled a lot, staining the suit red.

Jason's tactical instinct was telling him that it must be that the other party wanted to cut off the web-shooter on Spider-Man's wrist to limit his movement and combat ability, but Spider-Man dodged in time and didn't let him succeed.

Jason had been chased by this blade murderer, so he knew how weird the other party was, always appearing in various corners that were difficult to guard against, and disappearing strangely again. Even he, who had rich combat experience, could only be chased and run away with his head in his hands.

It was conceivable that with the current combat experience of this little Spider, if the web-shooter was really knocked off, the chance of running away wasn't very high, and serious injury would be considered light.

And this injured hand was the right hand. Because he had to take care of himself in the afternoon, he didn't do his homework, didn't have time to do it when he went out to investigate at night, and his hand was injured. He couldn't make it up in the morning either. If there were no accidents, he definitely wouldn't be able to hand it in tomorrow.

And going to school always required writing things. It just so happened that the injury was below the wrist. How many days would it take for this wound to heal, and it would hurt for as many days to write.

"Is it necessary..." Jason instinctively muttered to himself, and he couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream.

Spider-Man sat down beside him, his hands on his knees, looking at the ceiling and saying, "Yeah, is it necessary... I don't know either. Maybe I was just impulsive and wanted to do it." ===== CHAPTER 2479 =====