End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The blade is close to the face, and even the tip of the nose can feel the biting coolness, coupled with Russell's intentional murderous aura, if replaced by an ordinary person, the two sides are already fighting at this moment.

Even most superheroes will lose the ability to think in a short time when facing the blue cold eyes under Russell's mask.

But Batman had nothing to do, he looked straight into Russell's eyes, his invincible indomitable will stood still, and silently touched the button on the armguard.

That's right, he still has cards!

Russell had already been extremely cautious, and when he glimpsed this scene from the corner of his eye, an electric current aroused in his palm, and it spread to Batman in the blink of an eye.

Crackling!

The bat suit doesn't have the insulation function, but the soft armor lining can, and the current is isolated by the soft armor. Batman successfully triggers the mechanism, and the pointed ears on the helmet 'zizi' eject nerve gas outward.

"..."

To be honest, Russell was a little fed up. In front of Batman, he showed his amazing lung capacity, took a deep breath, and inhaled all the poisonous gas into his body.

“Just the right amount of sweetness, but I hate sweets!”

As Russell said, the Edman alloy knife cut off Batman's armguards and his golden belt like a 'treasure chest'.

This alone is not safe, Russell threw Batman into the air, raised the knife in his hand and swung the sword light continuously, cutting the bat suit into pieces all over the ground, revealing Batman's muscular body full of scars, leaving only Bat helmet and a...

Pink base, dotted with red strawberry boxers!

Russell: (._.)

"..." X2

You are so flamboyant!

Russell didn't speak, but Batman could feel the deep contempt in his eyes, and he said calmly, "It's just floral underwear, every man has a pair of them in his closet."

Strawberry boxer shorts are too different from Batman's Dark Knight. Wearing these shorts when going out, even if they are tightly covered, is a bit inexplicable.

But Batman can really come up with a well-founded reason. These pants are equipment. He used them to trick little girls when he played the role of the brainless rich second generation during the day.

It highlights Bruce Wayne's distinct personality as a playboy and a sullen sand sculpture.

To put it simply, people are stupid and have a lot of money, so hurry up!

After leaving the company for the day shift, he was in a hurry to catch the night shift. Batman didn't have time to change his pants, and he didn't think that anyone could beat him until he was naked, which led to this misunderstanding.

Russell didn't speak, everyone has their own hobbies, and Batman cannot be allowed to have his favorite dressing style just because he is a hero who walks in the dark.

"Alright, this kind of photo is precious!"

As Russell said, he took out the camera from behind his buttocks, blocked Batman in the corner, and pressed the shutter continuously.

Batman naturally refused, and after being shocked twice by Russell, he completely gave up resistance.

After taking the photos, Russell flipped through them for a while, and said with a sneer, "Senior, you are in good shape, and you need to work harder in the future. Without further ado, take off your helmet now."

Batman frowned slightly, and glanced at the Batmobile aside from the corner of his eye, calculating the possibility of a successful escape.

Snapped!

With quick eyes and quick hands, Russell grabbed the bat helmet, ignoring the tear gas and electric sparks released by the helmet, and took it off forcefully.

Batman lost his helmet, showing his true face in front of Russell, it was a...

A man's face does not need to be described too much, it is meaningless, as long as it is known that it is not ugly.

Russell's acting skills were on the line, he was stunned for a while, and he was surprised for a while: "Wow, look at the face of this billionaire, isn't this Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham?"

Bruce Wayne was expressionless, with no fluctuations in his expression, making it difficult to guess his true thoughts.

"Old man, I didn't mean to be against you. You asked me to take off the visor first, so I did it..." Russell held the camera, changing angles and shooting continuously. The shots went from far to near, ensuring that Bruce and him The underpants are in the same frame, and the close-ups of the face are indispensable.

Click! Click!

"In short,

It's your fault, I belong to the newcomer and resist angrily after being oppressed, I am a victim! "

Click! Click!

"Senior, can you smile? With a cold face, I feel that you are threatening me!"

Click! Click!

"I'm a timid person. Every time I'm frightened, I will swing a knife. If I accidentally cut off your beloved underpants, senior, and leave your butt naked, I'd be so embarrassing."

Click! Click!

"That's it for today. Senior, your smile in the last few shots was very hearty. Please rest assured. I'm notoriously tight-lipped. I will never let anyone know what happened today."

Russell put away the camera contentedly, and suddenly said sadly: "But my thruster was broken by you, the repair fee...you see... this, this... I feel embarrassed to say it."

Bruce pushed Russell away expressionlessly, walked to the side of the Batmobile, opened the door and took out the spare belt.

"Senior, forget about the belt, you can keep it, I will go to your house for tea someday!" Russell felt a little guilty, and trotted all the way into the dark alley.

"Bad day……"

After Russell disappeared, Bruce's tense face relaxed, he sat on the Batmobile speechlessly, and turned on the microcomputer.

On the screen is a miniature map of Gotham City, a small red dot is gradually moving away from the Batmobile.

On the other side, Russell quickly shuttled on the top of the high-rise building, using his amazing jumping power to move towards the unfinished building, and suddenly, a sudden brake stopped.

The powerful predictive ability made him feel a malicious gaze.

Crackling!

A flickering electric arc appeared on the surface of the body. Russell heard a slight explosion in the back of his head. He raised his hand and touched it, and there was a tiny locator in his hand.

"Tch, this level of tracking is too backward, and so is Batman."

Russell threw away the locator casually, continued to move forward at a fast pace, and stopped again half a minute later, the feeling of being watched was still there.

"..."

Electric arcs erupted from his body again, and he checked inside and out, and there were indeed no Batman props on his body.

At this time, he seemed to have thought of something, cursed the foul ability, looked up at the sky, raised his middle finger, and jumped off the building.

Go down the sewer tonight!

...

On the Batmobile, Bruce looked at the frozen middle finger on the screen, turned off the computer in disappointment, and drove back home.

Wayne Manor!

An ordinary manor with no special features, so ordinary that it is so obvious!

The Batmobile passed through a long man-made cave passage, and finally stopped in the depths of a naturally formed cave. Bruce jumped out of the car with an unlucky face and ran into his butler Alfred head-on.

Alfred Pennyworth, the steward of the Wayne family, single-handedly raised Bruce after his parents died.

It's Bruce, the person Batman trusts the most!

"Surprise!"

Alfred, who had been waiting for a long time, couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene, and joked: "Master Bruce, what happened to Batman today, robbery?"

"almost……"

Bruce didn't want to say anything more on this topic. He took the shirt and trousers handed over, put them on, and went to the computer switchboard to receive the data on the Batmobile and continue to search for Russell's identity.

On the other side, Alfred watched the battle between Batman and Deathstroke, and commented: "Master, you have no power to fight back in front of the opponent. With all due respect, your bat suit should be upgraded."

"Yes, I thought so too."

Bruce glanced at the computer screen, and the left and right screens were separated. On the left was the image of Deathstroke'Russell', and on the right were the files of all males of the right age in Gotham. The screen kept jumping, comparing and screening frames one by one.

"Ah Fu, I need to buy a batch of new materials to prevent this new 'hero' from plotting to do something wrong." Bruce's face was very stinky, no matter whether Russell would plot something wrong or not, he would personally go there and destroy all the photos.

"Sir, do you have another plan?"

"yes."

As Bruce said, he tapped the keyboard quickly with both hands, and typed out three full pages of paper, all of which were the materials he needed.

"Wow, it seems that this death knell really pissed you off." Alfred glanced around and nodded, "There is no problem with the purchase of materials, and all preparations can be completed the day after tomorrow without anyone noticing. "

"Can't you hurry up?"

"That would double the budget."

"Ten times more, I'm going to see all the materials here this afternoon." Facing an unprecedented fiasco, Batman Bruce Wayne used his money-making ability.

"OK!"

Didi! !

At this moment, the computer indicated that the data comparison was over, and searched Gotham City to find the person with the highest similarity to Deathstroke.

"The similarity is 99%, there is only a slight error in height..." Alfred looked at the screen, shook his head and said with a smile: "In the image recorded in the bat helmet, Deathstroke is 1.85 meters tall, but our Mr. Russell is only 1.5 meters tall. Mi 79, it seems that he uses thick-soled boots."

"..."

Bruce didn't speak, he stared blankly at the two portraits on the screen, overlapping them with his fingertips, and all the information was consistent.

"Strange, how could it be him?"

Bruce felt incredulous for a while, he knew Russell, the gangster at the party, a pampered rich second generation.

Speaking of which, the two have a lot in common, they both inherit the family property after their parents die, and they are generous in their words and want to do a big job.

The difference is that Bruce is just talking, pretending to be a playboy during the day, and going out to enforce justice at night.

Russell, on the other hand, was very serious, but he had no intentions and no strength. After working hard, he lost his family property, and then lost his character, and became a wild dog living on the streets.

"Ah Fu, check his information."

"Master, the information is in my head. As far as I know, he borrowed 50 million dollars from you, and he hasn't paid back any of it."

Bruce was stunned: "And this, why didn't I know?"

"It's only $50 million. It's normal for you to forget."

"Well! Then what has he been doing lately?"

"Recently..."

Alfred brought up the file and let Bruce see it for himself, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and all the changes came back from Russell's trip to Los Angeles.

"Ah Fu, is the $50 million IOU still available?"

"Yes, the loan contract has been kept."

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