Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Pain, tiredness, dizziness....

Batman pulled himself up from the ground, holding back a moan that rushed to his throat.The place on the back of the neck where he was hit hard was still radiating pain in all directions. It may be that he was injected with some medicine when he was unconscious. His head was throbbing with pain, his limbs were weak and he refused to cooperate with the instructions from the brain.He struggled to take a few steps forward, then staggered and bumped into a wall around the corner.

His legs were shaking.

Almost immediately, Batman was irritated by this inability.

He is in a completely unfamiliar environment, facing a group of enemies he has never heard of, and there is a responsible apprentice to find, a city that has sworn allegiance to protect... the most important thing Yes, there are others who are waiting for him to come home undisturbed.He has been trained for countless years, has studied under the most demanding instructors, and experienced in the dirtiest environment. He shouldn't, should, and should be helpless.

Acid gushed up his throat, and Batman vomited against the wall until there was nothing to throw up but bile.

Not good, he thought to himself, not good.No matter what potion the attacker gave him, it was definitely not something that could be metabolized quickly.Could it be hallucinogens?Or a neurotoxin like fear gas?

Batman continued to move with difficulty, surveying the environment as he thought.

He is the pure black knight, and this pure white space is like a cemetery for him.

The huge building is designed like a maze, some messy design items are piled up randomly, and there are new and old photos of various periods hanging on the walls-his photos, photos of Bruce Wayne.In a more sane situation, he would find the situation chilling.But the toxin impairs his judgment, making him just read the messages mechanically, trying to figure out what they mean.

surveillance?

Or is there a closer informant?

A few gusts of wind behind him aroused Batman's vigilance, and he turned around - it took almost a century - to observe the way he came.The place where he was thrown was in the middle of an empty room, with residual blood, a broken reagent bottle and some strange liquids on the floor.He squinted his eyes to get a closer look at the liquid.The swelling pain in the head became more obvious.

When he finally saw the reagent bottle clearly, countless curse words came to the tip of his tongue.

Batman knew what the hell it was.

That's a reptile potion.

The panic button was a compromise Bruce made.

After he was injured countless times because of the night patrol, Alfred and Jennifer finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked him and Robin to add this button to themselves.From the original intention of the design, this button will send a message as soon as it is pressed, not only to the family, but also to several new alliance members who are relatively "close".One chime indicates the need for other heroes to intervene, usually due to cross-city or interstate criminal collusion, and two chimes represent an emergency that cannot be handled.There has never been a double-click situation before.

Jennifer started to read the document handed over by Alfred, while summoning the Spear of Destiny from the Realm of Consciousness.

She searched in the Tower of Consciousness, looking for the two most familiar streams of consciousness.After a while, she realized she hadn't found any of the bunches.Jennifer took a deep breath, suppressed the gradually rising panic, and turned her target to several superheroes.As expected, Green Lantern is out of reach, Superman, Wonder Woman and Cyborg seem to be entangled, and Flash's consciousness is also elusive.The only ones who responded to the touch of consciousness were the Martians, and Ron Junds, whose consciousness was very weak, managed to send a message: he was under attack.

This is a premeditated surprise attack against a large number of superheroes.

For some reason, Jennifer suddenly remembered the Superman who was used to attack the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.They say that Poison Ivy was threatened to control Superman, and the purpose of the attack was to steal a weapon, but no one knows what it is.S.H.I.E.L.D.'s security measures have been reduced to superficiality in the eyes of insiders. Even so, this weapon is still well hidden. Even Jennifer can't find information about it through the Tower of Consciousness... .

Taking another breath, she tried to calm down.The most important thing now is to deal with the situation at hand.

Jennifer turned her gaze to the printer paper in her hand.

The content of the document is very concise. The first three are the communication records recorded by the communicator (her eyes paused for a moment at the sound of the two people's fight and impact), and the fourth is the financial transactions behind the Bowers Hotel And the information that this investigation was mainly aimed at (she skipped the part she knew earlier), the last one was the location displayed on the monitor when the communication was disconnected-there was only one location, the seventeenth floor of the Bowers Hotel. "What about the other side? Is there any other news about the one Dick is wearing?" Jennifer asked.

"Dick's one was destroyed, but he pushed the panic button," Alfred said.He was still very pale, but he stood up straight, as if ready to take any blow.It's hard to imagine what it's like for an old man to constantly panic about his children.

"The other heroes got stuck." After a moment, she explained, "I had to go see the scene myself."

Hearing this sentence, Alfred looked even more worried.But he'd known her for a long time, and he knew she'd make the best decision, so he just nodded curtly.Fortunately, they had discussed the possibility of Jennifer joining the Night Watch, and she has a Kevlar suit of her own.Bruce didn't like the idea, but he knew it was a good idea to be prepared.

Jennifer went down to the Batcave to change, and declined the offer to pilot the Batmobile.

When it comes to speed, races that can fly have an advantage over humans that need vehicles.But today she will likely need to fight openly, and an incarnation without permission is inappropriate and could prove to be a diplomatic disaster.Jennifer recalled the knowledge she had read in the magic book and the experiments in the laboratory, and finally conjured a pair of wings for herself.

Literally wings.

The Spear of Destiny answered her prayers.As a pair of huge white wings gradually grew, the golden light on the spear grew brighter and brighter.The singing voice that appeared in the realm of consciousness lingered around her again, and the scorching power permeated into every part of her body along the lines of her wings, giving her a body strong enough to fly, stronger skin, and a radiant body. Anti-reconnaissance biofilms.Jennifer touched the suppressor, which was still on her head, and it became harder and sharper at the edges, a more combat-friendly shape, almost like a crown.It is golden, matching the Spear of Destiny.

With Alfred watching, Jennifer walked to the entrance of the Batcave.The wings on the back spread freely, and a thin layer of halo blocked the splashed water drops a few centimeters away, turning into a gentle waterfall. "Be careful and wear the communicator." The old housekeeper said behind her, "I will keep in touch with other people."

Jennifer nodded.

She walked through the water curtain and stepped under the starry sky.

The ceiling of the Batcave Lab was shattered during the first attempt to fly.During the second flight, the glass display case used to store the kryptonite bullets was broken.Now in a special situation, she has to do it again, and it needs to be done faster and better.Jennifer extended the tentacles of consciousness into the tower of thinking, and tightly grasped the parts she needed.

Birds are generally considered to have low intelligence (except for some members), but the instinct of flight is engraved in the deepest part of their consciousness.All she needs to do is to synthesize those flying skills and knowledge, let them flow through her consciousness at an extremely fast speed, and then forcibly copy this skill.

She flapped her wings and flew into the night of Gotham like a ray of light.

Batman leaned against a door.

He has been struggling in the maze for a while, and he can only count the time by silently reciting in his heart.As the toxin goes deeper and affects consciousness more and more, this kind of silent calculation becomes more and more difficult.Most importantly, he was still unable to detect Jennifer's existence, as if the stream of consciousness was blocked in this room.

He never mentioned it to her, but the psychic touch enhanced by the Spear of Destiny was not imperceptible.Ever since Jennifer returned from Atlantis, whenever she began to observe silently, like a small animal touching the back of his brain with its soft paw, it might have been given to him while rummaging through the Tower of Consciousness. A person brings the sensation of direct contact with consciousness.Batman didn't like the snooping at first, but he quickly got used to the company, feeling an invisible chain linking them together.

But at this moment, this chain is blocked.Their connection is broken.

I don't know if this is the effect of the reptile potion.

Batman looked down at his slightly deformed palm, tearing at its skin with his other hand.A layer of blue-gray scales resisted the attack of the claws, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pierce his skin and peel off the scales.Their birth is accompanied by bursts of itching and swelling pain all over the body, including the brain.He almost doubted that his eyes were going to be pushed out of his skull.

He leaned over and vomited again.

As less and less spit out, the hunger burning in the stomach grew stronger.Batman had read reports of the events in Times Square, and he knew that monsters infected with the new reptilian potion would turn into predators of humans, which was the last thing he wanted to be.He must inject himself with the antidote as soon as possible.

"Bang!"

The sound of a metal impact came from behind.

Batman turned sharply.He found that his movements became faster, his legs no longer trembled, but became stronger and more powerful.The Kevlar suit is crumbling under the deformed body, and cracks have appeared in a few particularly tight places.This kind of strengthening not only did not make him relax, but also cast a layer of haze on his consciousness.

"Bang!"

Another sound.

Batman narrowed his eyes in a defensive stance.

Two of the hooded monsters who had chased him in the elevator appeared in the white room, then four, then eight.They approached him in a certain rhythm and envelopment, each raising its own weapon.Most of them are long knives, and a few are iron rods, short daggers and sharp gloves.

"Who are you?" Batman asked.

The hooded monsters looked at each other, and several of them gave out weird shrieks.

"Bruce Wayne," said the one directly opposite him at last, "the court of owls sends you hello."

Faster, faster.

Jennifer flew at full strength, the wind scraping her face like a knife.She flew over the Robert Kane Memorial Bridge, flew over Crime Alley, flew over the Upper East Side, flew over Miller Bay, and flew towards the twinkling lights of Old Town.The Bowers Hotel is one of the jewels on Gotham's skyline. It occupies the best location, symbolizing the status of the Bowers family as an old Gotham family, and it also demonstrates the respect they still maintain today. The influence of Gotham high society.

But it was not the extravagance of the building that caught Jennifer's attention, but the emptiness of the building,

The power of the heart of nature spreads to the entire earth under the blessing of the Spear of Destiny, and those densely flowing consciousnesses are not eye-catching. Even the more prominent parts of the stream of consciousness are just like the brighter parts of a full screen of colors.What really deserves attention, what grabs her attention, is the blank space in the picture.

I don't know what kind of technology was used, but a part of this building completely avoided the detection of the realm of consciousness, making it a striking black hole on the map.

She lowered her altitude, folded her wings, and entered the building through an open window.

The landing wasn't a good one, but this window was the only place within range where no humans were nearby.She rolled twice in the stairwell, stood up and changed shape.In confined spaces, there's nothing better for fighting than a super soldier serum.

The detector Alfred gave her was emitting a faint light.This detector can detect the presence of other series of communication devices.From Jennifer's point of view, there is only one bright spot on the entire screen, which is located on the fourteenth floor of the building.

That should be Bruce's communicator, she thought. The records show that Bruce also fought on the fourteenth floor, and it is likely that the communicator fell off during the battle.

Jennifer started sprinting up the stairs.

The Spear of Destiny allowed her to completely avoid the detection of all surveillance equipment, but maintaining transformation and various enhancements were burning her spiritual power, so she had to speed up her progress.She walked in the direction indicated by the device, slowing down as she approached, carefully observing her surroundings.The enemy may have set a trap here.

"Three o'clock direction." Alfred prompted in the communicator.

Following the old man's instructions, she made a small circle, briefly controlled the molecules, and passed through the wall directly.

This is a big room.

The builder seems to have opened up the upper and lower floors to the third floor, and arranged the appearance of a small auditorium.The place where Jennifer walked in was the side of the indoor church. As far as the eye could see were wooden benches, and on the right was the podium used by the priest to preach.She only glanced to the right, and her pupils contracted involuntarily.

Dick Grayson was there.

The enemy nailed him to the church wall like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Two long knives passed through his shoulders and pierced into the wall all the way, and a long chain with several spikes was locked around his waist.Blood slid from his shoulders down the Kevlar, dripped between his fingers and the edges of his boots.The gray wall was soaked in a large stain with dark blood, and a puddle of blood had already gathered on the ground. This amount of bleeding was dangerous.very dangerous.In fact, anyone with this amount of bleeding would most likely already be dead.

Jennifer didn't realize she was letting out an angry growl until Alfred's concerned voice came through the earphones.From the perspective of the old butler, he could only see the images from the infrared camera and other detection equipment.Jennifer has never been so thankful that he doesn't have to face this tragedy. The old butler's love for every family member is beyond doubt.But seeing infrared images is bad enough.

"What happened?" Alfred asked cautiously.

"I found Robin." She replied tensely, stepping on the stairs formed by the condensed air. "They tortured him, and he must have been in a deep coma, so I couldn't probe his stream of consciousness." Some words were inscribed on his outstretched arm.Jennifer leaned closer and put her palm on it.As the wound healed in the golden light, she read these words——

Remember your lineage, rebel.

She felt furious.

"What's the Court of Owls?" Batman asked.

"The Court of Owls is the true master of Gotham," said the man in a sarcastic tone, "You walk through the night, call yourself the Dark Knight, think you're punishing evil and promoting good, but you can never change this city , for all of you are but pawns of its true master."

"Say something more innovative." Batman said coldly.

"You never wondered why Thomas Wayne had to die, did you?" The man laughed.Like a wave, all the mask freaks laughed.They muttered things like "court of owls," "Thomas Wayne," "Bruce," and "judgment."

"You guys killed Sodergren," Batman realized.

"Sodergren is a threat to this city," said another man in a hood. "We must eliminate all dangers, and you are one of them..." He drew his long knife from his waist, A cold light glides across the blade, and Batman can't help but think about how many innocent people have died under this knife.The thought made him angry—more angry than he wanted to be. "...But you have greater value, Bruce Wayne." The man continued before swinging the knife, "Your death will make our master happy, and this is your greatest value. "

"A show." Those two words ended the conversation with the first speaker.He also raised his own weapon, an iron rod with sharp thorns.Others gathered around.Two of them had scabbards hanging from their waists, but the long knives had disappeared.

Batman evaded the attack with a difficult move.

These guys who claimed to be the pawns of the "Owl Court" attacked from all directions after greetings. They were tireless and painless, and they didn't even make a sound when an arm was torn off.That's right, he ripped off one of the men's arms, while the reptilian potion strengthened the flesh again.

Batman has broken the bones of countless villains in the past, hung them from the horns of blubbers, beat them up, and interrogated them, but never actually ripped a limb from a body.Even though he didn't show it, the impact still reverberated in his head, so much so that the second time he grabbed someone's head, he flinched, worried that he might rip it off.

The Court of Owls, whatever power it represented, wasn't content with his retreat.

The naked eye can feel that when Batman stopped once, the offensive of the hooded monsters became more and more intensive.They mercilessly left scars on him with various weapons, cuts, stab wounds, and penetrating wounds. At least twice, long knives cut off his fingers or arms, but they were strengthened. The Reptile Potion healed these injuries in a very short time.

Did the person behind it want to kill him on the spot or just torture him?

Batman took time to think in the heat of the fight.

All of this was too much like a fighting beast. The masked monster captured him on the thirteenth floor of the Bowers Hotel, brought him into this snow-white maze, injected him with enhanced medicine, and then tortured him like crazy.What is their purpose?Why are they doing this?Who are they doing this for?Most importantly, what kind of force is the so-called owl court?

In the uninterrupted fighting, the pain caused by the reptile potion gradually receded.

Batman found himself staring at the severed arm of one of them.The bloody severed limb was thrown on the ground so casually, and was accidentally thrown back and forth as they fought.And the man who lost his limbs behaved even worse. With every attack, every turn, every time he was hit, hot blood would always gushes out from the wound and splashed on his face.Batman doesn't know that his pupils are trembling, he doesn't know that he's breathing hard and swallowing unconsciously, he doesn't know that some hooded weirdos are making rustling laughter, and he doesn't know that more people are laughing on the top of this room , watch.

Stronger than bloodlust is endless hunger.

Robin thought he was dead.

He knew that he was pierced by at least two weapons, and Kevlar could not precisely protect every part of the body, so the joints became the most vulnerable places for Kevlar wearers.Those guys dressed like perverts jumped down the stairs without a word to fight him, chased him, and ended up chasing him into this church.

Christ fuck Jesus.

A church built on the fourteenth floor of the hotel.

As if this whole hotel-and-men-in-black weirdness wasn't spooky enough.

Regardless, Dick does feel some ill-timed humor while being hung on the wall, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't think about the ways in which he was going to die.Every superhero, or superhero's apprentice—Bruce would rebel against the superhero title with all his strength, but Dick didn't care.Fuck him, he's dying, he has the right to decide whether Bruce can accept a few shiny titles - all wondering what kind of death he will encounter.

It may be that he was ambushed while chasing the villains and was brutally beaten to death; it may be that he was caught by some unreasonable people in the police on the way to arrest criminals, was caught in prison, and was beaten to death by the villains inside (Dick had heard stories of a superhero or two who died after being caught in prison);Dick Grayson didn't like any of the above ways of dying.If he had a choice, he would like to take a hot bath and die surrounded by beautiful girls on the top floor of the most luxurious hotel in the world.

But that's what he'll end up with - a death that's too freaking fucking good to be on an urban ghost show.

So when he opened his eyes, the first thing he said was, "I hope Heaven looks good." When he realized that he was still in a darker environment, he said the second sentence: "Okay, then I hope hell can be decent. I've always had thoughts about devil girls."

Then he was slapped.

The slap on the forehead didn't hurt that much, he had to say, and the soft kiss that followed was even better.Dick opened his eyes, and saw his young "adoptive mother" in the familiar fragrance.The mistress of Wayne Manor was looking at him from top to bottom with raised eyebrows, and there were bloodshot eyes in her eyes. "Stinky boy!" she scolded, "you're scaring me to death!"

"I'm still alive?!" Dick said in shock.

"You're as good as new." Jennifer brushed his hair carelessly, then gave him a hug.Dick looked around, first noticing that he was in a car, probably the self-driving Batmobile that Bruce had recently built, perhaps Alfred had sent for backup; then he noticed Jennifer clutching She was holding the legendary weapon that was still emitting golden light, and a pair of wings were gradually forming behind her. "Cool!" he said, "Did you actually come out and fight?"

"Not yet, but soon." Jennifer touched his face and walked out of the car. "Using the game you used to play as an analogy, I healed most of the wounds on your body, and I also controlled the cells to restore some blood to you, but you are still in a state of bleeding, you know? This Batmobile Will take you back to the Batcave, where Alfred is waiting for you. You need to recover."

"Bruce—" he called.

"I'm going to take him home," Jennifer said.

Dick felt an indescribable relief.He never regards himself as a minor, but always hopes that he can take charge of himself like Bruce, and become a son who makes him proud, a hero who makes the city proud, and a useful person.But at this moment, after the test of life and death, he can't deny the safety and protection he feels when he has backup. "Be careful. Those guys...they're not normal people," he said finally.

"Since when are we normal?" Jennifer asked him before the car door closed.

Dick half-smiles as he rests with his eyes closed.

Things are going from bad to worse for Batman.

The craving for blood had taken over every part of his brain, and now he was battling it with willpower.The enemy's attack became more and more urgent. After the four masked monsters fell, another four were put into the field to supplement them.To make matters worse, he started hearing more whispers.

"Do you think you can change this city?"

"We live in every shadow of this city."

"You want a Knight of the Light to save Gotham? Do you think the city is in your hands? Do you think the criminals sent to the Black Gate and Arkham represent anything? Do you think you are winning You think you're still a friend of the law? What's right? What's justice? Are you still dreaming, Bruce Wayne—?"

"Shut up!" Batman growled as he flung a masked geek against the wall.

As he collapsed, more enemies surrounded him.The masks on their faces appear to have turned into actual owls, flying around a twisted bat.The staring eyes looked so strange, so terrifying, like shadows bending over the city.They leaped closer, their weapons aloft, but their attacks were not really successful.Because they all heard it, they all heard an ominous muffled sound, the strange sound of the steel bar being lifted, the impact, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Then there was a golden light that split from the top of the entire building all the way to the ground.

This beam of light was so magnificent that all the people who were still fighting had to cover their eyes with their palms.

Batman looked up, first he saw people wearing various masks running around on the Broken Dome, these people were probably the "Owl Court" and "Master of the City" as the attackers said; The hooded monsters who had attacked, all lying on the ground; finally, he felt the continuation of that connection, he felt the presence of another person.

A person who couldn't see his face peeped in from outside the gap.She flew through the air on great wings, and her spear shone like a golden sun in her hand.She opened her hands, and the net-like object extended from all directions, squeezing the masked man who was still fleeing towards the middle, covering them all underneath.