Batman's Owl Godfather

"It looks like it is."

Katum suddenly smiled with relief, "Bruce, let's not count on this."

There is no need for Katum to explain the level of Supergirl's combat power. Anyone who has searched for 'Supergirl' in their browser will be able to understand.

Shame on Krypton!

…

There was a flash of white light, and Bruce returned to Harry's world.

He sat down on the bed, thinking a lot.

"It's more difficult than expected!" Bruce said with a straight face, "I don't even have a clue how to identify Martians."

"It all depends on people! Come on, Bruce! If you fail in the end, just gain experience."

Katum rummaged through the feathers, took out a bag of potato chips, and tore it open skillfully with a tearing sound.

"Be careful Hermione sees you eating snacks." Bruce said lightly.

"You think I'm afraid of her?"

Katum grabbed a handful of potato chips and threw them into his mouth, and started eating them.

He said vaguely: "I was just coaxing the little girl before."

"But you were unhappy for so long just now because you became fat."

"It's okay, I looked away." Katum said, "As long as you don't think about it, you won't be sad!"

OK.

Bruce said nothing more. He was still thinking about how to identify Martians. This was the absolute key. If he couldn't distinguish between enemies and friends, he was doomed to fail.

Katum finished a bag of potato chips and then took out a box of chocolates.

Seeing Bruce's helpless look, he thought for a moment and said, "I have a little immature suggestion. Do you want to hear it?"

"Just tell me."

"Do you believe in yourself?"

"ah?"

Bruce turned his head with confusion on his face and met Katum's eyes. The dead owl was so fat that it had no neck, which made Bruce want to laugh.

But now is not the time to laugh.

"Is this your suggestion?" Bruce looked helpless, "Tell me some chicken soup to make me believe in myself?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

Katum chewed the chocolate and waved a feather in front of Bruce.

"I want you to put yourself in someone else's shoes. Didn't the Heart Hunter kill the Batman of that world by turning into Alfred?

"Think about it now, if you were the Batman who was killed, what would you do before you died?"

What will he do?

Bruce didn't need to think much and said directly, "As long as I don't die on the spot, I will definitely consider Gotham and leave some backup to protect Gotham, even..."

At this point, he suddenly stopped.

Yes!

Batman will not be killed easily. Even at the most critical moment, the other party will have to pay a heavy price.

The dead Batman will definitely leave something behind to help future generations avenge him!

"so--"

Bruce's thoughts suddenly became clear, "We have to go to Gotham! Batman will never die in vain, Gotham must have his back-up plan!"

"That's the right thing to think about!"

Katum poured all the chocolate into his mouth, "You should take a nap first to recuperate your energy. Let's go to Gotham together tomorrow!"

…

Gotham City is a city cursed by darkness and chaos.

Looking down from above the city, Gotham's outline looks like it has been bitten by jagged teeth.

The narrow alleys are filled with garbage and waste and emit a pungent smell.

In Gotham City during the day, the sky is always shrouded in a layer of haze. The sunlight tries hard to penetrate this gray barrier, but can only shed a few weak rays of light.

In the streets and alleys, all kinds of people are walking in a hurry, their faces are full of exhaustion, vigilance and indifference.

When Bruce set foot on this land and saw this familiar scene, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Home!

Although it is not the Gotham that belongs to him, it can still satisfy Bruce's homesickness.

"Hey, it's a little different from what I thought."

Katum stood on Bruce's shoulder and looked around, "I thought this place would fall into chaos again after Batman died!"

"It shows that Batman's efforts were not in vain, or -"

Bruce raised his head and looked towards the corner of the street.

There, a surveillance camera was working silently.

"Or maybe they don't even know Batman is dead."

The one who died was Bruce Wayne, what does it have to do with Batman?

When the Dark Knight falls, someone will naturally take over the mantle and carry on the unfinished business.

When Bruce saw the surveillance camera that was still working, he already understood.

This Gotham City just lost an insignificant playboy, and the knight guarding the night still exists.

Now, Bruce just wants to know one thing.

Who is the Batman in Gotham today?

…

In a small and depressing room, all four walls are occupied by surveillance screens.

The cold fluorescence danced in the dim space, illuminating a woman's face with uncertainty.

She sat on an old swivel chair, leaning forward, her eyes fixed on a surveillance screen like a hawk.

What was playing on the screen was Bruce's face.

The woman's fingers were tapping on the armrest unconsciously, the rhythm was chaotic, and the look in Bruce's eyes flashed with a sharp edge, as if the look could penetrate the screen and cut Bruce into pieces.

"Another one comes to die."

The woman muttered to herself, her voice dry and hoarse, "Then I'll fulfill your wish."

…

Bruce drove his beloved Batmobile and headed for Wayne Manor with ease.

Looking out the window, the scenery along the way became more desolate as he got closer to the destination.

Many tree trunks on the roadside had broken and fell to the ground in all directions, with rotten bark peeling off, revealing pale wood cores covered with black mold.

Soon, the Batmobile stopped at the gate of the manor, and Bruce got out of the car. The Wayne Manor in front of him was even more dilapidated than he remembered.

This manor was once magnificent, but since the death of Thomas and his wife, it has not been repaired or maintained.

The gate was rusty, and the exquisite ironwork patterns were eroded and blurred. The stone pillars on both sides were full of cracks, as if they would collapse with a slight push.

Bruce walked in from the main road, stepping on dead branches and fallen leaves.

Every inch of land he passed could evoke endless childhood memories for Bruce.

Creak——

He pushed open the door and walked into the Wayne Mansion. The floor was already covered with dust. Without Alfred, the mansion would eventually decay into garbage.

Bruce picked up the candlestick next to him, brushed away the spider webs on it, and lit the candle.

"Are you sure the entrance to the Batcave is in the study?" Bruce confirmed with Katum again.

"Anyway, it's within this range." Katum said, "If it doesn't work, we can tear down the manor and find it."

"You have a trick."

Bruce said indifferently, then walked to the study with the candlestick.

As he walked, a slight breeze passed by his ears, as if something flashed behind him.

Bruce turned around, but there was nothing behind him.

"What a familiar body movement." Katum exclaimed, "This successor of Batman seems to have learned the essence."

Neither he nor Bruce panicked at all, but was very interested in what would happen next.

There was another slight breeze behind him.

Bruce turned his head again, but still saw nothing.

"Almost." Bruce thought.

Sure enough, the next second, the Dark Knight descended on his head, and the other party spread out a black cape, like the wings of the god of death.

Bruce turned around suddenly, and then a cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

A bat dart was thrown and flew straight to Bruce's throat.

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He did not dodge or avoid, and also threw a bat dart. The two darts collided with each other, making a sound of collision, and each flew back to the direction of its owner.

Bruce caught his bat dart, and at the same time saw the true face of the figure opposite.

The other party was wearing a black tight-fitting battle suit, outlining the curve of his body, and the cape behind him was gently swaying. On the black helmet full of coldness, there was a bright red wig, as hot as a flame.

Not Batman.

It's Batwoman!

Bruce suddenly frowned. Although the other party covered her face with a helmet, he still recognized her identity at a glance.

"Kate?" he asked tentatively, "Are you Kate's cousin?"

"Who is your cousin!"

Batwoman Kate Kane reacted strongly to Bruce's address, her eyes were red, and she was filled with endless hatred.

Damn Martian monster!

He turned into Alfred before and killed Bruce.

Now he is brazenly turning into Bruce. Does he think everyone is a fool? !

Moreover, what Kate couldn't accept the most was that the Martian dared to turn into Bruce's teenage appearance.

That was Bruce's cutest age!

Unforgivable!

In an instant, Batwoman rushed towards Bruce, and her right fist hit him in the face with a sharp sound of wind.

Bruce reacted quickly and immediately knew that he had misunderstood. He first slightly turned sideways and easily avoided the attack, and then tried to explain.

But Batwoman's attack did not stop. She took advantage of the momentum, quickly raised her left leg, and swept towards Bruce's neck with a high side kick.

Bruce crossed his hands to block, and with a "bang", the collision of power echoed in the silent corridor.

"Listen to me..."

Bruce wanted to speak, but Batwoman didn't give him the chance.

After she stabilized her body, she immediately turned around and kicked Bruce's lower body.

"Hiss--" Bruce took a breath and quickly dodged backwards.

This kick was so vicious that if Bruce was really hit, the Wayne family would be doomed to be extinct!

There was no way, let her calm down first.

Batwoman's attack came again, but Bruce didn't want to dodge anymore. He stretched out his hand, and the nanoparticles formed the arm armor of the hell bat, and quickly grabbed and clamped Batwoman's whip leg.

No matter how the other party struggled, he couldn't break free from Bruce's control.

"Can you listen to my explanation!" Bruce yelled, "I'm not a Martian!"

"Heh." Batwoman Kate Kane sneered.

For some reason, the cousin's appearance reminded Bruce of Katum, who also deserved a beating.

"Bruce is dead." Batwoman gritted her teeth and said, "I buried him!"

Kate's heart was as hard as a rock. No matter what excuse the other party made up, he would never be able to deceive her.

However, she heard Bruce say helplessly, "Have you ever thought that I might be Bruce from another world?"

Another world?

Kate knew that there were parallel worlds, and Batman had studied related theories.

But it was extremely difficult and almost impossible to travel through the universe.

How could Bruce, who was so young, do it?

"Cousin, since you can persist in fighting the Martians until now, I think you must have a way to identify them."

Bruce let go of his hand and let Batwoman go free, "You can use it on me, whatever you want to check."

After Kate stood firm, she found that Bruce really didn't seem to have the intention to continue fighting with her. She was silent for a moment and said, "I do have a detection method, which was left by Bruce."

"Then you can use it on me." Bruce said frankly.

"...Okay, that's what you said."

Batwoman swore in her heart that if the test showed that this guy was lying, then the new and old grudges must be settled together!

...

The detection method left by Batman was actually not very clever.

"The Martians have very strong genetic modification technology. When they simulate humans, they can even simulate cells and DNA."

Batwoman took Bruce to a laboratory and took a little of Bruce's blood.

"But the problem also lies here. Their cells are too strong, so strong that they can even survive in the universe and resist the vacuum radiation environment without dying. This is something that human cells cannot do."

The experiment Kate wants to do is very simple, that is, to put Bruce's cells into an extreme environment to see if it can survive.

This detection method is very crude, but it is the best way.

If the cells die immediately, at least it can prove that Bruce is not a Martian.

"So that's it."

Bruce was a little disappointed. The limitations of this method are too great. It doesn't work at all in actual combat.

And it is time-limited.

Even if the test passes today, you have to test it again when you meet next time.

After all, no one can guarantee that you have been replaced by Martians during the time you haven't met.

Kate has put Bruce's cells into the instrument, and the test results will be out soon.

Bruce waited quietly with Kate.

Not long after, a report was printed out. Kate picked up the report and read it carefully for a long time.

The results showed that Bruce was certainly not a Martian.

When she put down the report, her face was an indescribable complex expression.

Happy? Sad? Regretful?

Or maybe both.

"Now you can rest assured." Bruce said, "I am 100% human."

"I can't say for sure yet."

Batwoman suddenly said, "There is one last step. If you pass it, I will believe that you are really Bruce from another world."

"What step?" Bruce asked.

Kate stretched out her hand and motioned Bruce to come over.

She couldn't hide the smile on her face: "Let me pinch your face and judge whether it is the feeling in my memory!"