Chapter 260 Supergirl (Part ) "It looks like it is." Katum suddenly smiled with relief, "Bruce, let's not count on this." There was no need for Katumu to explain the level of Superwoman's combat power. Anyone who had searched for "Superwoman" in the browser would understand. The shame of Krypton! …… There was a flash of white light, and Bruce was back in Harry's world. He sat down on the bed, his mind full of thoughts. "It's more difficult than I thought!" Bruce said, holding his face. "I don't even know how to identify Martians." "Everything depends on human effort! Come on, Bruce! If you fail in the end, just consider it as experience gained." Katoom rummaged through the feathers and pulled out a bag of potato chips, tearing it open with a deft rip. "Be careful that Hermione doesn't see you eating snacks secretly." Bruce said lightly.
"You think I'm afraid of her?" Katum grabbed a handful of potato chips, threw them into his mouth, and started eating them with a smacking sound. He said vaguely: "I was just coaxing the little girl before." "But you were unhappy for so long just now because you got fat." "It's okay, I've let it go." Katum said, "As long as you don't think about it, you won't be sad!" Fine. Bruce said nothing more. His mind was still full of thoughts about how to identify Martians. This was absolutely crucial. If he couldn't distinguish between enemies and friends, he would be doomed to fail. Katoom finished a bag of potato chips and then took out a box of chocolates. Seeing Bruce at a loss, he thought for a moment and said, "I have an immature suggestion. Do you want to hear it?" "Just tell me." "Do you believe in yourself?" "what?" Bruce turned his head with a puzzled look on his face and met Katum's eyes. This damn owl was so fat that it had no neck at all, which made Bruce want to laugh. But now is not the time to laugh. "Is this your suggestion?" Bruce looked helpless. "Give me some inspirational words to make me believe in myself?" "No, no, that's not what I meant." Katoom chewed some chocolate and waved a feather in front of Bruce's face. "I'm asking you to think from another perspective. Didn't the Heart Hunter kill the Batman of that world by transforming into Alfred? "Now think about it, if you were the Batman who was killed, what would you do before you died?" What will he do? Bruce didn't need to think too much and said directly, "As long as I don't die on the spot, I will definitely consider Gotham and leave some backup to protect Gotham, even..."
Having said this, he suddenly stopped. Right! Batman will not be killed easily. Even at the most critical moment, he will make the opponent pay a heavy price. The dead Batman must have left something behind to help later generations avenge him! "so--" Bruce's thoughts suddenly became clear, "We have to go to Gotham! Batman would never die in vain, Gotham must have a backup plan for him!" "That's the right way to think!" Katum poured all the chocolate into his mouth and said, "Get some sleep first and get enough rest. We will go to Gotham together tomorrow!" …… Gotham City, a city that seems to be cursed by darkness and chaos. Looking down from above the city, the outline of Gotham looks like it has been bitten by jagged sharp teeth. The narrow alleys were filled with garbage and waste, emitting a pungent smell. During the day, the sky in Gotham City is always covered by a layer of haze. The sunlight tries hard to penetrate this gray barrier, but can only cast a few faint rays of light. In the streets and alleys, people of all kinds are walking hurriedly, their faces are full of fatigue, vigilance and indifference. When Bruce stepped onto this land and saw this familiar scene, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. Got home! Although it is not the Gotham that belongs to him, it can still satisfy Bruce's homesickness. "Hey, that's a little different from what I thought." Katoom stood on Bruce's shoulder, looking around, "I thought this place would fall into chaos again after Batman's death!" "It means that Batman's efforts have not been in vain, or -" Bruce raised his head and looked towards the corner of the street. There, a surveillance camera was working silently. "Or maybe they don't even know Batman is dead." The one who died was Bruce Wayne, what does that have to do with Batman? When the Dark Knight falls, someone naturally takes up the cloak and inherits the unfinished business. When Bruce saw the surveillance camera that was still working, he understood. This Gotham city has only lost an insignificant playboy, but the knight guarding the night still exists. Now, Bruce just wanted to know one thing. Who is Gotham's Batman now? …… In a small and depressing room, all four walls are occupied by surveillance screens. The cold fluorescent light danced in the dim space, casting a shadowy shadow on a woman's face.
She sat on a worn swivel chair, leaning forward, her eyes fixed on a surveillance screen like a hawk. The picture played was Bruce's face. The woman's fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest in a chaotic rhythm. There was a sharp gleam in her eyes as she looked at Bruce, as if that gaze could penetrate the screen and cut Bruce into pieces. "Another one comes to die." The woman spoke to herself, her voice dry and hoarse, "Then I will grant your wish." …… Bruce drove his beloved Batmobile and headed towards Wayne Manor with ease. Looking out the window, the scenery along the way became more desolate as we got closer to our destination. Many tree trunks on the roadside had broken and lay in a mess on the ground. The rotten bark had peeled off, revealing the pale wood core covered with black mold. Soon, the Batmobile stopped at the gate of the manor. Bruce got out and saw that the Wayne Manor in front of him was even more shabby than he had imagined. The manor was once magnificent, but it has not been repaired or maintained since the death of Thomas and his wife. The gate was covered in rust, and the original exquisite iron patterns had been eroded to the point of being blurred. The stone pillars on both sides were covered with cracks, as if they would collapse with a slight push. Bruce walked in from the main road, stepping on the dead branches and leaves. Every inch of land he passes through brings back endless childhood memories for Bruce. crunch-- He pushed open the door and walked into the Wayne Mansion. The floor was already covered with dust. Without Alfred, the mansion would slowly decay into garbage. Bruce picked up the candlestick next to him, pushed aside the cobwebs on it, and then lit the candle. "Are you sure the entrance to the Batcave is in the study?" Bruce confirmed with Katum again. "That's the range anyway," Katum said. "If all else fails, we can tear down the manor. We'll always be able to find it." "You're quite resourceful." Bruce said something indifferently, then walked towards the study with the candlestick. As he walked, a slight sound of wind passed by his ears, as if something flashed by behind him. Bruce turned around, but there was nothing behind him. "What a familiar move." Katum exclaimed, "It seems that this successor of Batman has learned the essence." Neither he nor Bruce was panicked at all. Instead, they were very interested in what would happen next. There was another slight sound of wind behind me. Bruce turned his head again and still saw nothing. "That's about it," Bruce thought. Sure enough, the next second, the Dark Knight descended above his head, spreading his black cloak like the wings of the god of death.
Bruce turned around suddenly, and a cold light flashed before his eyes. A bat dart was thrown, flying straight towards Bruce's throat. He did not dodge or evade, but also threw out a bat dart. The two darts collided with each other, making a sound of collision, and each flew back to the direction of its owner. Bruce caught his own batarang and at the same time saw the true face of the figure opposite him. The opponent was wearing a black tight combat suit that outlined the curves of his body. The cape was swaying gently behind him. On top of the black helmet that was full of a sense of coolness, there was a bright red wig, as hot as a flame. Not Batman. It's Batwoman! Bruce suddenly frowned. Although the other party covered her face with a helmet, he still recognized her identity at a glance. "Kate?" he asked tentatively, "Are you cousin Kate?" "Who is your cousin!" Batwoman Kate Kane reacted extremely strongly to Bruce's call. Her eyes were red and filled with endless hatred. Damn Martian monster! He transformed into Alfred before and killed Bruce. Now he's arrogantly transformed into Bruce, is he treating everyone as fools? ! What's more, what Kate couldn't accept the most was that the Martian dared to turn into Bruce's teenage appearance. That's Bruce's cutest age! Unforgivable! In an instant, Batwoman rushed towards Bruce and hit him in the face with her right fist with a sharp sound of wind. Bruce reacted quickly and immediately realized there was a misunderstanding. He first slightly turned sideways, easily dodging the attack, and then tried to explain. But Batwoman's attack did not stop. She took advantage of the momentum, quickly raised her left leg, and kicked Bruce's neck with a high side kick. Bruce crossed his arms to block, and with a "bang", the collision of power echoed in the silent corridor. "you listen to me……" Bruce tried to speak, but Batwoman didn't give him the chance. After she steadied herself, she immediately turned around and kicked towards Bruce's lower body. "Hiss—" Bruce took a breath and quickly dodged backwards. This kick is so vicious that if Bruce is really hit, the Wayne family will be doomed to be extinct! There's nothing we can do. Let her calm down first. Batwoman's attack came again, but Bruce didn't want to dodge anymore. He stretched out his hand, and the nanoparticles formed the arm armor of the Hell Bat, which quickly grabbed and clamped Batwoman's whip leg. No matter how the other party struggled, he could not break free from Bruce's control. "Will you please listen to my explanation!" Bruce yelled, "I'm not a Martian!" "Heh." Batwoman Kate Kane sneered.
For some reason, his cousin's appearance reminded Bruce of Katum, who also deserved a beating. "Bruce is dead." Batwoman gritted her teeth and said, "I buried him!" Kate's heart is as solid as a rock. No matter what excuses the other party makes up, they can never fool her. However, she heard Bruce say helplessly, "Have you ever thought that I might be Bruce from another world?" another world? Kate knows that parallel worlds exist, and Batman has studied related theories. But traveling through the universe is extremely difficult, almost impossible. How could Bruce, who is so young, do this? "Cousin, since you have been able to fight the Martians until now, I think you must have a way to identify them." Bruce loosened his grip, letting Batwoman free, "You can use it on me, check it out however you want." After Kate stood firm, she found that Bruce really didn't seem to want to continue fighting with her. She was silent for a moment, then said, "I do have a test method, which was left by Bruce." "Then you can use it on me." Brustein said frankly. "...Okay, that's what you said." Batwoman swore in her heart that if it was detected that this guy was lying, then all the new and old grudges must be settled together! …… The detection methods left by Batman are actually not very advanced. "The Martians have very advanced genetic modification technology. When they simulate humans, they can even simulate cells and DNA." Batwoman took Bruce to a laboratory and took some of his blood. "But therein lies the problem. Their cells are too strong. They are so strong that they can even survive in the universe and withstand the vacuum radiation environment without dying. This is something human cells cannot do." Kate's experiment is simple: put Bruce's cells into an extreme environment to see if they can survive. This detection method is very crude, but it is the best way. If the cells died immediately, at least it would prove that Bruce was not a Martian. “So that’s all.” Bruce was a little disappointed. The limitations of this method were too great and it would not work at all in actual combat. And it’s timely. Even if you pass the test today, you will have to be tested again when we meet next time. After all, no one can guarantee that you have been replaced by Martians during the time you haven't met. Kate has put Bruce's cells into the instrument and the test results will be out soon. Bruce waited quietly with Kate. Soon, a report was printed out. Kate picked it up and read it carefully for a long time.
Turns out Bruce is certainly not a Martian. When she put down the report, there was an indescribable complex expression on her face. Happy? Sad? Regretful? It may be both. "Now you can rest assured," Bruce said, "I am 100% human." "I can't say for sure yet." Batwoman suddenly said, "There is one last step. If you pass it, I will believe that you are really Bruce from another world." "What steps?" Bruce asked. Kate held out her hand, motioning Bruce to come over. She couldn't hide the smile on her face: "Let me pinch your face and judge whether it feels the same as I remember!" (End of this chapter)