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The flames were scattered like stars on the floor of the bat cave, like twinkling stars in the night sky. But soon, these points of light began to converge and expand, gradually forming a continuous sea of fire.
The unseen forces seemed to be enraged.
"Ah."
He watched this scene with a blank expression.
Bruce pulled out a monitoring device—and sure enough, his Speed Force reserves in five other different locations, as well as six machines capable of using the Speed Force, were all destroyed at the same time.
at the same time.
Under Bruce's upward gaze.
The flames didn't destroy the entire bat cave; instead, they quickly regrouped. English, Chinese, Spanish, Arabic, French, Russian, and even Hindi were spoken.
Lines of holy flame script rose out of thin air from the vast ground, each using a different language, covering almost all known languages on Earth.
but.
They all express the same meaning.
This really is the final warning!
obviously.
Bruce's behavior may have given some unseen being the illusion that Bruce couldn't understand English, making this high-level observer somewhat less confident in his own English proficiency.
"Ah."
Bruce gave a cold laugh.
He placed the portable briefcase on the table, took out a crystal ball that shimmered with magical light, and put it directly into a strangely shaped machine.
[Verification successful, computational core discovered]
A mechanical female voice echoed in the empty cave.
"Start simulation."
Bruce has clearly switched to a different strategy.
With his extensive knowledge and exceptional intelligence, he prepared to use his amazing collection and special computer to simulate a day in Superman Clark's life during that particular time. His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing out various complex commands, his face focused and serious under the blue light reflecting off the screen.
"Bang~"
The computer's sudden power outage and explosion were within Bruce's prediction.
Followed by.
"Whoo~"
Bruce suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping.
The sound was particularly abrupt and loud in the silent bat cave. He turned his head without surprise and saw a figure slowly emerging from the darkness.
This is actually Bruce's persistent goal.
"Bruce Wayne, are you illiterate? Are you never going to stop? If you're out of your mind, I suggest you lock yourself in your beloved Arkham."
The figure that emerged from the darkness had slightly dark skin and was a more robust Black angel. The angel wore a long black robe, which fluttered in the wind like a black flame.
The wings behind Him were completely black, which complemented His image. The angel's wings, though black, radiated a sacred light, creating a terrifying and oppressive force that made people afraid to look directly at Him.
“God’s firstborn son, Amanadir, it seems I’ve found the right direction.” Bruce seemed to have already done his homework and was not surprised by the sudden arrival of the angel.
He clearly anticipated this would happen, and even called out the other person's name in a low voice.
"You think you're so smart, huh? Bruce Wayne, do you think you're smarter than us?" Angel Amanadir jabbed his temple hard.
His voice was filled with anger and helplessness, “Bruce Wayne, you shouldn’t be trying to pry into things you shouldn’t know. It’s not good for you or for the world.”
Amanadir took a few steps forward, positioning himself in the middle of the bat cave. Each step left a burning footprint, and his golden eyes were filled with a solemn emotion.
Bruce glanced at the angel's wings without making a sound.
“I cannot stand idly by in the face of unknown threats. If there is anything I should know, I must find out.” Bruce stared directly at the most advanced life form in the world before him.
Fearless.
"So this is you, right? You have severe paranoia, thinking the world can't function without you? That it will be destroyed? If you were really that smart, you would realize why I'm stopping you."
"Continue your investigation, and you will become an aid in the destruction of this world!"
The angel Amanadir's tone was stern and warning. He suddenly spread his wings, and a gust of wind swept through the cave, extinguishing the remaining holy flames on the ground and the broken machines.
"If it's so important, why don't you kill me and stop me?" Bruce wasn't intimidated. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and quietly pressed the start button he had hidden.
at the same time.
The instrument placed in a mysterious area slowly lit up.
[Data scanning and entry in progress, added to existing file - Angel.]
[New information being entered...]
[The scan's actions went undetected, generating a judgment that the angel will lose his omniscient abilities after leaving Heaven.] This mysterious device is operating at full speed.
Bruce, inside the Batcave, acted as if nothing had happened.
"Don't ask questions when you already know the answer."
The angel Amanadir stared at the man before him. "If you weren't still important to us, believe me, your provocation would have made you pay a terrible price."
His voice was filled with helplessness, “Do you think you can control everything? You are just a mortal, and there are some powers that you cannot understand or control.”
“Just as there are some things you really shouldn’t know—you think this is just about Superman and his child? Any observation you make about that day will tear apart the very fabric of our reality.” Angel Amanadir knew he had to tell Bruce the seriousness of the situation, otherwise he couldn’t convince the man with words alone.
"So, what exactly happened that day, and what does it have to do with Ian Kent's background?" Bruce frowned, realizing that things were more complicated than he had imagined.
"What could possibly frighten an angel like this?"
He was clearly analyzing Amanadir.
"Damn bats!"
Amanadir gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.
"I can't tell you anything, and you shouldn't try to get the answer from Superman. No one in this world can answer this question for you."
"You just need to remember... if you don't want something to happen that neither of us wants to see, then put away your curiosity." After saying this, the angel Amanadir turned to leave.
"and many more."
Bruce called out to the angel. His actions had destroyed a considerable amount of equipment, including some treasured trump cards, and were not merely to verify his suspicions.
"How about we make a deal? You answer one question for me, and I'll give up on finding out the truth about this." Bruce's voice was unusually deep, carrying an extremely rare emotional fluctuation.
The angel Amanadir did not turn back.
“I know what you’re going to ask, and you know what I’m going to answer you—Bruce, Heaven, the king who can’t hold Gotham, you already know where he’s going.”
He did not slow his pace toward the door.
"Ah."
Batman's expression showed no emotional fluctuation, and in fact, this was by no means the worst answer. After all, he had read another message from the angel's language—he had asked two people, and the angel had only given him one answer.
"Remember, don't investigate any further."
The angel Amanadir stopped at the door. He knew that once Bruce Wayne made a decision, it was difficult to change it, so He really hoped that the other party understood the seriousness of the matter.
after all.
If Bruce continued, the consequences would be unimaginable. After a moment's hesitation, Angel Amanadir finally decided to reveal some information he could to Batman.
“Bruce, there are some truths that even our Lord chooses to forget.” He spoke in a voice that only He and Bruce could hear, then turned and looked at Bruce one last time.
immediately.
"Whoo~"
It was that kind of noise again.
It was accompanied by the sound of wings flapping.
Just the blink of an eye.
The gate was not open.
But the figure of the angel Amanadir had already disappeared from the world.
The Batcave returned to silence, broken only by the hum of the terminals. Bruce glanced at the equipment that had been restored to power, his fingertips hovering over the keyboard for a long time.
finally.
I pressed the delete button on the file for Ian Kent.
One by one, the computers were shut down.
The bat cave was deathly silent.
The air was still thick with the smell of ozone and charred metal. Scattered on the ground were the remains of equipment shattered by lightning, and the glass shards that had once held the Speed Force ear made a soft crunching sound on the soles of Bruce's boots.
"Alfred."
he called softly.
The sound echoed faintly in the empty cave.
"I am here, sir."
The old butler's voice immediately came through the communicator.
“Damian’s plane…” Bruce said, his gaze still fixed on the black screen, seemingly lost in thought. “When will it arrive?”
He asked the question in a very casual tone.
“It’s all arranged. We’ll arrive in Gotham in thirty minutes,” Alfred replied from the other end of the line, with the sound of passersby in the background, as if he were walking down the street.
Bruce was silent for two seconds.
“I need some free time to think, so I will drive the vehicle to pick you up.” He made the arrangement, and after hesitating for a moment, he gave the order.
“You need to use this time to arrange for the removal of the surveillance personnel from the schools where the Kent family’s three sons are enrolled.” Bruce’s eyes swept over the messy Batcave.
"Have you reduced your focus on the Kent family?"
Alfred's voice sounded somewhat surprised.