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Helena Wayne was angry. She hadn't been this angry in a long time.

Her father's sacrifice in Apocalypse Strikes Back was the greatest pain in her life. Although she has inherited the arrogance of the old bat, she rarely shows it in front of others, even when getting along with her good friend Karen, who can confide in her heart. But not showing it does not mean that she will not be sad because of it.

The fact is, even after so much time, she still hasn't been able to get out of that shadow. Just like the old bat has been wandering in the crime alley of that night since he was eight years old and cannot be liberated, Helena's time seems to have stopped at the moment her father died.

When Karen insisted on coming back to save their hometown, Helena did not object but was not very active either. Because here she had to face the reality that her family was no longer here.

On the earth next door, she could at least see her father's shadow - even though she knew that he was not a person, and the other party always treated her very coldly.

This is why she was so angry when she returned to her hometown and found a copycat wearing a bat suit.

She wanted this arrogant guy to know that not everyone was worthy of that badge and that uniform.

But I have to admit that this Batman is not slow either. The arrow's sneak attack failed to hit, and Helena's flying attack was also avoided. She stood still and without looking, she turned around and kicked sideways in a prejudgmental way, as if she was sure that the opponent would hit her and land in the air in a sneak attack.

But unexpectedly, this Batman dodged backwards. Helena's boots almost touched the tip of the opponent's nose.

This surprised her.

Either the opponent's combat awareness was astonishing, and he had predicted her prediction and dodged the kick. Either the other party reacted very quickly, saw through her movements at the moment of the move, and retracted her move in time to avoid it.

But if that were the case, this would be a monster-level reaction speed.

Helena was surprised, but she had been trained by the best martial arts masters since she was a child. She knew that even if there were unexpected changes in the battle, she could not hesitate. As soon as she missed the kick, she immediately switched legs and swept high, attacking the opponent's midsection first. But midway through the kick, her path suddenly changed, from a mid-position front kick to a high side kick. The extremely fast line-changing kick technique is already a very high-end technology.

But Batman still stood calmly, blocking with his front hand to block the front kick, and blocking with his back hand when Helena flipped her hips, blocking the line-changing attack path of the horizontal kick.

Amazing movement pre-reading, and at the same time the lower body was incredibly stable. Although Helena's kick was blocked, she thought her leg strength should not be weak. But the opponent didn't even move after eating her chain kicking technique.

Helena's rhythm continued, and then she wanted to get up and pursue with double flying kicks. Not only does she learn from the top martial arts master Batman, but her mother Catwoman is also a good fighter. She has combined the strengths of two great masters since she was a child, and most of her flexible and versatile kicking techniques were taught by her mother.

But the Batman was faster. Before her next kick, his right hand had already reached out like lightning, and his fingers were like sharp claws latching onto her throat.

The huge pressure almost squeezed out the air in her throat, and she was unable to continue with her subsequent moves. Batman lifted her up with one hand indifferently, narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a moment.

The next moment, he seemed to suddenly see something in her eyes. He involuntarily let go and put her down, and spoke in surprise.

"Are you Helena?" He took a step back in disbelief, "Helena Wayne?"

After being released, Helena fell to her knees, touched her chest and coughed violently. She realized that the other party intended to keep his hand, frowned and looked at him: "Who are you, old guy?"

The Batman was greatly moved after confirming her identity. He was stunned for a while as if he was electrocuted, and then slowly took off his helmet.

Under the helmet is an old face, weather-beaten, like an oil painting that has accumulated over time. Every deep wrinkle is a trace left by the hardships of life. That face is like a rock that has gone through vicissitudes of life, baptized by wind and rain, and tempered by years. The skin was as rough as the bark of an ancient tree, full of mottled marks.

But from that face, Helena was surprised to find a trace of familiarity.

She was sure that she had never met this old man, but she felt as if she had known him her whole life.

"I am your grandfather." The old man hugged the bat helmet and shed tears from the corners of his eyes. "I am Thomas Wayne."

Helena: "!!?"

Her mind went blank for a moment.

A voice in her heart told her that what he said was true.

Maybe it's some kind of blood connection, or maybe it's just a woman's intuition. It felt like even the soul was whispering to her, asking her to go up and hug the only relatives left in the world.

Of course, she's Batman's daughter and isn't stupid enough to just trust her gut.

So when the old man tried to take a step forward, she raised her crossbow again and pointed it at his nose.

"My grandfather died a long time ago." She said solemnly, "That is the reason why my father became Batman. I have never seen him in my life."

The man who called himself Thomas Wayne sighed softly.

"It should be like this, but a lot of things happened. I should have come back early, and I should have stood with my family. When I learned that you were all gone, I had no worries.

I put on his uniform and inherited his unfinished business, because I have no other purpose in life, but I didn't expect that at least I still have you."

There was a commotion outside the door, as if someone was gathering.

The man looked in the direction of the door, frowned, and put on his helmet again.

"I'd love to tell you all, Helena, and I can't wait. But not now. They're coming in, and I have important things to do here."

Helena pointed the crossbow arrow at him for a moment, hesitated, and finally put the crossbow down.

"You went to the engineers who designed the world's military base and asked about the existence of this facility." Helena asked, "Why did you continue to pursue them after that?"

"It's not me." The Batman said calmly, "I did ask about this facility, but I never went to them again.

But I'm not the only one interested in this place. Apparently, after I asked, there was someone else who wanted to know the secret here. Maybe it was the cannon fodder that Apocalypse organized from among the human traitors. "

"But why here?"

Helena followed him, looking around at the jars as she walked.

"Who are these people? Why are you so interested in this place?" Helena asked.

“Because the most dangerous and unstable people on earth are imprisoned here, but they may become the last hope of the earth in the face of doomsday.

Because before this place was converted into a world military base, the restricted area hidden underground was originally part of another facility. If you notice the name of this world military base, you will understand. "

Helena was stunned. She really didn't pay attention to what this base was called.

Batman paused and said.

".This is called 'Arkham Command Post'."