Superhero Exchange System [Comprehensive British and American]

The sound of the bomb explosion placed by Damian delayed Barry and the others from hearing the radio.And when Barry heard the broadcast clearly, he almost rushed back to the Batcave grabbing Damian.But they were still late—Barry watched Emma kneel on the ground, and watched Alfred leaning feebly on the arm of the sofa.

"Barry..." Emma's chest was filled with grievance at the moment Barry rushed back.She wanted to cry, but tried to hold it back. "Red Robin is looking for Catwoman, we must find him as soon as possible."

"It's okay, we will definitely find him." Barry helped Emma up and comforted the girl. "I'm here."

Barry felt a little ashamed.As the fastest man, he was always late.This time, although it was delayed by Damian's explosion, he might have been able to stop Red Robin as long as he came a minute earlier.

"Pennyworth," Damian said coldly. "Drake should have installed a tracking device on Catwoman before, right?"

"Master Timothy has indeed done this." Alfred replied, "but the receiving end of the tracker is in his own hands."

Damian spat, and he pulled out his claws.

"Hey!" Barry stopped him, "You can't run anymore, we have to act together."

"Barry is right." Emma calmed down a little, her mind was spinning rapidly. "Robin, you are more familiar with the streets of Gotham, and with the speed of Flash, we will definitely be able to find Tim as soon as possible."

Tim gallops down the streets of Gotham.

Although it is daytime, the sky in Gotham is still gloomy today.A few bolts of lightning in the distance emitted a dazzling white light.After the lightning, the thunder made a deafening sound.

Another torrential rain is coming to the city.

Tim watched the red dot representing Catwoman on the device leave quickly from the Gotham Hazardous Substance Laboratory, his expression became more and more serious.He quickly chased after Catwoman's departure.

As he got closer to Catwoman, Tim saw many Gotham people lying on the ground and struggling.They were clutching their necks, coughing up blood in pain.Those people spread along the trajectory of Catwoman.Tim's pupils constricted, and he knew what it was—the scarecrow's poison.

Tim jumped off the terrace.He tried to inject some antidote injections to those people, but he watched the red dot of Catwoman in the communication getting farther and farther away.Tim's heart is ripped apart: Robin inside him howls to help those people, they're in so much pain right now!But the other half of Batman is ruthlessly reminding him that your task is to catch up with Catwoman first, and the scarecrow's poison doesn't kill him so quickly.It's still too late to come back later.

Tim clenched his wireless device momentarily, as though he wanted to call someone, but finally gave up.

This is my own business.Tim thought.

Then he quickly chased after Catwoman along the route that Catwoman ran.

Bat cave

Damian is sitting on the monitor wall of the Batcave.Now Gotham is closed, and many monitors are broken, but there is no equipment repair.He can only try to stare at the cameras that seem to be working.

"Flash, have you been to Grimmauld Street yet?" Damian asked.

The Flash's breathless voice came over the radio.

"No," The Flash responded. "I've run the street. I've searched every building. Nothing."

"Then you go to Stia Street to have a look." Damian said without emotion. "Hurry up, we still have at least 452 blocks to go."

The Flash: ...I don't argue with you.

Tim catches up to Catwoman.

The eyes of the woman in black tights were slack, she ran staggeringly, and seemed to be holding a cloth bag in her hand, yellow powder leaked out along the cloth bag, and sprinkled every street she passed.

Tim knocked over the cloth bag in Catwoman's right hand, and he grabbed Catwoman's hands suddenly:

"Selena..." Tim's voice was low, but his eyes were fixed on Catwoman's black eyes like a falcon - Catwoman's usually shrewd eyes now have a little dilated pupils, and there seems to be wet tears in the corners of her eyes .This shows that Catwoman was probably controlled by someone before. "Who controls you? Where is the Scarecrow?"

"I don't know..." Catwoman shook her head desperately, she cried, tears flowed down the mask and onto the ground.However, the person on the opposite side showed no mercy, and clasped her tighter with both hands holding her wrist:

"Who controlled you! Where is he!!!" The voice on the other side was already growling. "Selena, you must remember!"

"Ro...Roman..." Catwoman murmured, "He caught me this morning..."

"where is he?!"

Catwoman tried to remember, but her memory was so cloudy.The voice of the person on the other side frightened her so much that she would tremble if she continued to get along with him.Catwoman tried her best to search for the picture of this morning in her mind, and finally some blurred fragments crossed her mind——

"Gotham Museum!" she screamed.Catwoman's voice was so urgent, it seemed that the next second the man in the Batman uniform would kill her because of her unresponsiveness.

Catwoman felt the man on the other side let go of his hand, he injected something into the vein of her arm, and then quickly left her.

The moment the antidote was injected, Catwoman passed out.But what Tim didn't expect was that after a while, Catwoman suddenly started coughing up blood, and the sky in front of her was soaked with blood.

Bat cave

"The seaside of the East District has been searched." The Flash's voice came from the communication device. "What about the next location?"

"Gotham City Hall." Damian commanded, "It's less than one kilometer from the East End beach..."

"Wait!" Damian's words were suddenly interrupted by Emma.Damian looked at the girl opposite with an unfriendly expression, but the girl rushed to the communication equipment.

In front of Emma, ​​the sudden task of [Save Catwoman] is still flashing.

"Flash, you go back to the Batcave first, I know where Catwoman is."

gotham museum

Tim crossed the arched lawn to the side entrance of the Gotham Museum.

The Gotham Museum was dark.The two gargoyles in front of the museum look particularly eerie.Gotham's infrastructure has not been functioning properly for over a year.The surroundings of the museum were covered with dust. Among them, Tim keenly noticed that there was not much dust on the latches of the museum—obviously they had been used in recent days.

Tim tried to pry the latch, but the heavy iron door clicked open.

Tim hesitates for a second, then he walks into the Gotham Museum.

The museum is extremely quiet, and Tim can only hear the "click" of his boots on the road.The furnishings of the museum have not changed much from before, except that the transparent glass covers are covered with spider webs.Tim walked forward slowly, he turned and came to the fossil area——

Suddenly the lights came on.

The flash of light even irritated him so much that he couldn't open his eyes.Tim squinted his eyes, and managed to see the scene in front of him clearly: the Roman - Carmine Falcone was sitting on the chair in front of him, wearing a decent black suit with a dark blue stripe Tie, smiling at Tim.

The place in front of him, which used to be the Stegosaurus exhibition area, has been transformed into a ring ring at some point.On the eaves, all the spotlights gathered on the ring, lighting up the entire ring.

"Crack, crack." Falcone clapped his hands.

"Look who it is?" he exaggerated. "Isn't this our Gotham hero, Batman! Long time no see, you seem to be much stronger."

"Roman," Tim murmured in Batman's muffled voice, "where's Commissioner Gordon?"

"ah".Falcone shook his head, "Little bird, be patient, after all, I've been playing this Batman game with you."

Tim clenched his fists.

"where is he?!"

"Tsk tsk, you are always too anxious." Falcone said softly. "Reciprocity. Make me happy, and I'll tell you where the Scarecrow and Gordon are. First, let's have a wonderful ring match!"

At the same second as Falcone's voice fell, the dazzling spotlights above their heads hit the ground, projecting colorful patterns, decorating the entire museum like a karaoke hall in the 90s.

In the shadow of the backlight, the killer crocodile came out slowly.