American Comics: The Force Awakens

White smoke filled the surroundings for the first time, and the black figure disappeared from sight.

Generally speaking, it is foolish to speak out during a fight when you are invisible.

But the premise is that you really "can't see".

"Speaking of which, Mr. Wayne, your method of hiding things in the invitation is really substandard, just like how you hide in the smoke now."

A strong wind came from behind, but Karl ducked sideways as if he knew it in advance.

He closed his eyes, feeling everything around him as they passed by.

"Is it because the successful performance of the holographic projection made you lose your vigilance?" Carl pushed with force, and Batman flew out through the air.

"If this continues, a 13-year-old child will be able to deduce your true identity."

Three batarangs flew out from the corner in a zigzag pattern, but quickly stopped in the air and fell to the ground.

"Speaking of identity, I have another good news to tell you." This time there was a hint of breath in Karl's voice.

High-intensity use of the Force for a long time will cause some mental and physical stress.

What was thrown out this time were anesthesia needles. He deflected these tiny needles and opened his eyes.

The smoke bomb gradually dissipated, and two small round balls rolled out on the ground, glowing red.

"Seriously, how on earth do you hold so many things in your belt? Where did you come from?" Carl complained.

He had to fly out of the concussion grenade's blast radius, but his movements were much slower than at the beginning.

A sound wave came from the side and Karl, who had just stood up, was knocked away again and fell to his knees.The Bat Belt also comes with a loudspeaker function, which makes perfect sense.

"Because I'm Batman!"

From the moment he said these words, Karl knew that he had lost this time.

Because he is Batman, this sentence has almost become a weapon of causality. Never let him say this sentence.

"Answer my question." Karl felt himself being grabbed by the collar and lifted up. The stimulation of the sound waves just now made his head a little dizzy, and he shook his head.

"You know that normal people generally can't hear what you are saying after being attacked by a sonic weapon," he replied.

Batman didn't move.

"By the way, don't you think the roses in this park are a little too lush?" Karl suddenly asked an irrelevant question. "Why do you think I stopped here, in a park with nothing but trees and criminals?"

Batman still didn't move.

"Ah, I finally caught up." Carl waved tentatively, breathed a sigh of relief, and freed his collar from Batman's hands. "To be honest, your pollen takes effect too slowly."

"This is an open terrain, and the inhalation effect is not very ideal." A green figure walked out of the woods not far away. "Exposure to bodily fluids has the fastest effect."

Du Tengnu stretched out her fingers and touched her lips, revealing a hint of hint.

"Seriously, just yesterday, your character was still a social-phobic slacker. Please don't change so quickly, party queen." Karl curled his lips. "Be good, you don't have anything to do here, just go and play."

"No man can refuse me and whether I want it or not are two different things." Pamela shrugged and turned to leave. "Since he is Batman, I don't know how long I can control him. You'd better solve this problem quickly."

Part of the deal Carl and Pamela made was that Batman would leave her alone, and now, it's time to make good on that promise.

"Very good. Although the process is different, we finally got back to the topic." Karl adjusted his clothes. “Some interesting questions about identity that are worth thinking about.”

"Just today during the day, someone had a friendly meeting with Mr. Hugo Strange, Arkham's famous psychiatrist." He said, "Of course, that person was not me."

It was Harley who did the talking.

"Following an in-depth academic exchange, Mr. Strange acknowledged the errors he may have made in his work and issued cure certificates for some patients who had previously been misdiagnosed."

"This matter has been brought to court and with the help of a friendly judge, these patients will technically be released from compulsory treatment measures. Of course, you know who I'm talking about."

It has to be said that Falconi's connections are indeed all over Gotham, and he has at least a dozen judges and eloquent lawyers in his hands.

"During the conversation, Mr. Strange talked about his recent hobby of studying Batman's identity." He said in a strange tone, "It's really interesting. What kind of person would study Batman?"

In fact, Hugo's original intention of wanting to study Batman was also very strange.He is a good biologist and psychologist, and seems to want to make perfect creatures.He experimented with patients in the mental hospital, creating giant monsters lacking self-awareness - he called them failures, and owed Maloney a debt for this - which Carl had generously repaid. .After many failures, he began to feel that he needed a more perfect gene, and he believed that Batman was just that person. He began to study everything about Batman crazily, and even later wanted to become Batman himself.

In short, a weird member of the Bat-fandom.

"Anyway, thanks to Mr. Strange's good attitude, he got some speculation and information about Batman's identity, and I believe he will conduct a test in the near future - serious attitude of scientists, isn't it?"

"What exactly do you want to do?" Batman finally spoke. It seemed that his mouthpiece had escaped the control of pollen before his whole body.

"It's very simple, I'm helping you, just like I said before." Karl spread his hands to express his helplessness.

"You see, although the process may be a bit strange, I did help you reduce the number of patients and criminals in Arkham Asylum. If used correctly, they should not come back."

"As Batman, don't expose your identity too easily. This will not be good for your future work."

"So I have arranged an interesting test for you. Through it, you will become stronger and more perfect."

"This is not the right way." Batman seemed to be moving his fingers slowly, and it seemed that the expiration date of the pollen was coming.

"Maybe not now, but soon it will be, as long as the results are good."

"Do what you should do, Mr. Wayne, but you still have countless enemies, and some of them are even beyond my power at the moment."

"Well, if we're lucky, I'll see you tomorrow, but of course not wearing that stupid hood during the day."

Carl left.

Batman lowered his hand and still stood where he was.