Batman's Owl Godfather

Bruce was walking on the busiest street, surrounded by bustling crowds.

I walked past countless faces, all of them were perfectly normal, ordinary people.

He was in a daze for a moment.

Is this world really invaded by Martian creatures?

No matter how you look at it, this is a perfectly normal city!

The shops on the street are filled with a wide variety of products, and the bright glass windows show the vitality of the city.

Bruce walked by a coffee shop, and the rich aroma of coffee wafted out, mixing with the night air, giving it a unique taste.

From the square not far away, melodious music could be heard. It was a street performer playing a guitar, and a small circle of listeners gathered around him.

"well."

Looking at all this, Bruce felt a little sad.

Such a beautiful picture, how could I bear to suspect that it was fake.

"Katum, do you think these people are all Martians?"

"You ask me who should I ask?" Katum said, "How about I provide you with a method that guarantees that you can find out who is an Earthling and who is a Martian."

"What method?" Bruce asked.

"When you see someone, go up and shoot. Those who die are Earthlings, and those who don't die are Martians."

Katum's method showed endless wisdom, which almost made Bruce laugh angrily.

"I don't need to ask you more."

After he finished speaking, he didn't want to talk to the owl anymore.

Bruce was immersed in thinking and kept walking forward. He walked out of the business district unknowingly. When he realized what he was doing, he had already reached a deserted neighborhood.

At this moment, a voice came from behind Bruce.

"Good evening."

Bruce followed the sound and looked over. A policewoman who looked to be in her thirties or forties was walking towards him.

"Good evening, ma'am," he said.

"Are you a resident of this area? I've never seen you before."

The policewoman walked up to Bruce and was actually half a head taller than Bruce now.

You must know that 14-year-old Bruce is 175cm tall, which is not short anymore.

"I……"

Bruce was stunned for a moment, and then realized the subtext of the other party.

I was afraid that I might have walked into a relatively chaotic neighborhood.

"I may have gone the wrong way," Bruce said. "I was thinking about something when I was walking, so I didn't pay attention."

"So that's it." The policewoman nodded, "Then you have to remember a little longer. It's not very safe here. Leave as soon as possible."

"Okay, thanks for reminding me."

Bruce turned around and was about to leave, but the policewoman suddenly stopped him again.

"Forget it, I'll take you out."

The policewoman walked beside him, and Bruce could even smell the donuts on her body.

"Why did you come out alone so late?" the policewoman asked as she walked.

"I had a quarrel with my family." Bruce opened his mouth and said, "Come out and relax."

"I see." The policewoman nodded, "Does anyone else know you are here?"

"No one." Bruce looked extremely honest at the moment.

"That's it..."

The policewoman stopped without leaving a trace and landed behind Bruce.

Under the cover of night, her body began to expand, and soon she exceeded three meters.

Her skin also changed accordingly, revealing a pale and eerie sheen. The white monster looked at Bruce's back and grinned, with sticky saliva dripping from its fangs.

The monster spoke, and the voice was still the voice of the policewoman.

"Family is very important." said the white monster. "If you don't value your family, you won't be able to find out if they are replaced one day."

It approached Bruce step by step, a desire for hunting flashed in its eyes.

Bruce stopped.

"Probably not." He said, "I can still tell the difference between a monster like you."

What?

Before the monster could react, Bruce's figure suddenly disappeared from the place.

Immediately afterwards, a whistling sound of breaking wind came from behind the monster. Before he could react, the white monster was hit hard and hit the wall in the distance.

boom--

Numerous cracks were made in the building wall by the monster. Bruce flicked his wrist, and the hell bat's arm armor turned into countless nanoparticles, got into his clothes, and disappeared without a trace.

"A monster like you is a White Martian, right?" Bruce said coldly, "You look so ugly."

The White Martian was not seriously injured, but the humiliation of the hunter becoming the prey, coupled with Bruce's ridicule, made him furious at this time.

It came out of the wall, bringing up countless rubble.

"You obviously didn't look back." It gritted its teeth and said, "How did you see it?"

"I don't need to look back."

Bruce shrugged, "The owl has been watching you."

"Cuckoo!"

After a few owl hoots, Katum flapped his wings, flew out of nowhere, and landed on Bruce's shoulder.

"It's really ugly."

After Owl carefully observed the appearance of the White Martian, he unconsciously agreed with Bruce's previous evaluation.

"It's disgusting to even use it for research."

Bruce added.

In fact, Batboy's heart is far less peaceful than he shows.

From the moment the policewoman appeared, Bruce had always been wary. He preliminarily concluded that there was something wrong with this person, and then quietly observed, trying to find out the flaws in the other person's disguise.

But the result was that nothing could be found.

For a moment, Bruce even thought that this was just an ordinary human being.

Until the other party turned into a White Martian before Katum's eyes.

"There are no flaws, just like ordinary people..."

Bruce was secretly frightened. If he couldn't find a way to identify them, it would be impossible for him to completely eradicate the artificial Martian creatures.

This world cannot be saved.

"Boy..."

The White Martian's anger was beyond words. He suddenly rushed towards Bruce at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

Bruce's face was as dark as water, and he punched out with his backhand. Countless nanoparticles surged from his body, and they quickly combined into fist armor, arm armor, and chest armor...

Then there’s the full version of the Hellbat Armor!

With a chirping sound, Bruce's fist took the lead and penetrated the White Martian's chest. Green blood dripped down the Hell Bat's fingers and fell to the ground.

When he withdrew his arm, the White Martian's body instantly collapsed to the ground.

It looked at the Hell Bat Armor with disbelief: "Batman... you're not dead..."

"No, I'm dead."

Bruce touched the head of the White Martian. The feeling was very bad. He squeezed it with a little force and it exploded like a watermelon.

"It's just that I'm back from hell again."

The headless body of the White Martian fell down weakly, and a metal medal fell out. Bruce picked it up and looked at it over and over again.

He didn't understand the class divisions of Martians, but this extremely simple medal looked very low-level at first glance.

That's right, if this guy is really a powerful being, why would he hide in the dark and attack the little boy?

Bruce did not dispose of the White Martian's body and stayed there. He wanted to see if there would be any relevant reports tomorrow. If not, it meant that the Martians had controlled the media.

The Hellbat armor turned into nanoparticles on its own, and Bruce returned to his normal state.

As he walked out of the neighborhood, a car whizzed past, creating a gust of breeze.

Bruce raised his head and looked at the sky cut into irregular shapes by tall buildings, with the moon looming among the clouds.

He suddenly felt tremendous pressure.

What he encountered just now was the lowest level existence among the White Martians. They were very weak, but also stronger than ordinary humans.

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There's no telling how many of these guys are lurking among the human population.

Not to mention, above these low-level Martians, there are also beings dedicated to fighting.

According to Katum, those warriors have two of the most troublesome abilities, Martian physique and telepathy.

The so-called Martian physique comes from the superb genetic modification technology of the Martians.

Their bodies are composed of many polymer chains with similar structures. They can change shape, mass, color at will, and can even simulate various clothes.

In short, Martians can change into anything they want, whether it is humans, animals, plants, or inanimate objects.

In addition, the biological materials that make up their bodies are also very special. They can become extremely tough and invulnerable, and they can also become incorporeal. Not only can they hide their bodies, but they can also pass through any object.

Of course, with such a powerful body, it must have the ability to regenerate!

The combination of these abilities creates the terrifying Martian physique of the Martian warrior.

Then there is telepathy, an ability that Bruce is very familiar with, mind reading.

The upper limit of Martian telepathy is very high.

Bruce heard that there is a guy named Martian Manhunter, who is known as the most powerful mind-reading master in the universe. He can read the thoughts of everyone on the earth in a very short time. The distance of mind-reading is also very long. He can stand on the earth and read people on the moon. Heart.

With such outrageous abilities, he must be a great villain!

You have a problem just by looking at the name, Martian Manhunter, this is treating people as prey!

On the other side, Katum was also a little emotional. He lay on Bruce's shoulder and sighed: "You can transform into any shape at will and read other people's hearts easily. This Martian is Grindelwald and Slytherin!"

"If all Martians are this powerful, I have no chance of winning," Bruce said.

A Martian has telepathy, and Bruce can fight through Occlumency.

But if all Martians can read minds, then they will telepathically communicate with each other and form a huge psychic network.

By then, united will no longer be an adjective.

What to win?

"If you can't defeat the Martians, let the Martians defeat you!"

Katum was grumbling and noisy, as if he was in a bad mood and wanted to make others feel bad too.

"How long will you continue to be depressed?" Bruce couldn't stand it anymore, "Isn't it just that you have become fat? You are always on my shoulders, and I have never blamed you!"

"Ha." Katum snorted and ignored it.

"Okay, don't lose your temper, we still have to figure out what kind of world this is!"

Heart Hunter has previously revealed that the reason why Martians have been secretly expanding is because there are still superheroes in this world.

Bruce wants to find them and cooperate with them. Unity is strength. No matter how powerful Batman is, he still needs a few cavalry and subordinates.

Why don't you go to Gotham in this world first?

Bruce hadn't thought about it yet, but at this moment, a plane was flying over from high in the sky, leaving a long trail.

etc--

Bruce suddenly discovered that something was obviously wrong with the trajectory of the plane.

At the same time, the big screen in the business district that was originally playing advertisements suddenly broadcast a piece of news.

"Hello everyone."

On the screen, the newscaster had a solemn expression, "Just now, Flight 237 from Nazionale to Geneva suddenly descended rapidly shortly after takeoff. Due to an obvious engine failure, the plane seemed to It is hovering over the city..."

ah?

Bruce raised his head, was this the one above him?

"Katum..."

Bruce called the owl's name.

To save the plane, they have to fight side by side.

However, after calling several times, there was no movement from the owl. Bruce thought he was still losing his temper, so he turned around and wanted to criticize him harshly, without even looking at the time to get angry.

But then he saw the owl staring straight ahead, mumbling words, as if trying to remember something.

“Nasino City…Nasino City…Why does this name sound so familiar…”

Bruce didn't know what Katum was thinking. The city of Nashville is just a place name. It's in California. What's there to care about?

The key now is to save the plane...

At this moment, Bruce was suddenly stunned.

He clearly saw a humanoid figure flying rapidly towards the plane high in the sky.

Superman?

This was Bruce's first thought, but he wasn't sure because he didn't see the iconic red cape.

And the body shape is a little wrong.

"Eh-" Bruce released the nanoparticles to form the Hellbat's helmet, and his field of vision instantly expanded, giving a clear view of the scene high in the sky.

"Is it a woman?" He finally saw clearly.

The one flying in the sky is not a superman, but a blond woman wearing a blue sweater.

It was at this moment that Katum had a flash of inspiration and shouted: "I remembered, isn't Nashville City the city where Supergirl is active?"

Superwoman?

Bruce had many questions to ask at the moment. What is the relationship between this Superwoman and Superman?

Also, how is this guy's fighting ability? Is he reliable?

Of course now is not the time, Bruce is paying close attention to the situation of the crashed plane.

Superwoman rushed towards the plane like an arrow from a string, her speed seemed to tear apart space.

In the blink of an eye, she was under the plane, stretched out her arms without hesitation, and caught the malfunctioning wing on one side of the plane.

As Supergirl began to exert her strength, coupled with the Kryptonian's biological force field, the terrifying momentum of the plane's dive was gradually curbed.

"That's great!" Bruce saw the whole process clearly through the helmet.

There was no place for the plane to land in the city, so Supergirl guided the plane across the bridge and finally landed on the river.

Then she climbed out of the river and stood on the wing, the rescue helicopter's spotlight surrounding her, and Bruce saw the expression on Supergirl's face.

It was an expression of joy, pride, and flatterment. It seemed that even she herself did not expect that she could really save the plane.

"etc!"

Bruce frowned, and he finally realized that something was wrong with this so-called superwoman.

There was no uniform or cape, and his movements of waving and giggling at the onlookers were so clumsy.

If he were an experienced hero, he would never behave like this.

Bruce looked at Katum and expressed his most helpless guess——

"This superwoman isn't a newcomer, is she?"