Early the next morning, Bruce and his luggage were thrown out of Wayne Manor. Thomas threw it himself, so Alfred didn't stop him. Fortunately, Thomas wasn't too ruthless. He shook it after getting in the car.
He got out of the car window and looked at Bruce standing on the roadside.
"Your mother still has an old house on Bliss Street, where she prepared to get married before she got married. Don't come back until Elsa goes to elementary school! She spent 1.5 billion US dollars in one month... My heart aches when I see you.
!”
After saying that, the car window was rolled up, and the car disappeared at the end of the street. Bruce was still immersed in Thomas's last words. He murmured to himself as if he was stupid: "A month spent on fifteen."
Billions of dollars..."
Bruce glanced at the bag of luggage next to him and showed a disgusted expression. He walked away directly, came to the other side of the road, stopped a taxi and headed to the Batcave again.
When the taxi arrived at its destination, Bruce looked at the desolate scene around him, his face gradually cooled down, and he stared at the rearview mirror. But after a while, he seemed to have remembered something, and took out the remaining cash to pay.
Paid the fare.
Before arriving at the real door of the Batcave, Bruce said the password again. This time the door finally opened. The Batcave was full of equipment and weapons, and Bruce walked in eagerly.
There were Batsuits, Batarangs, Batcommunication equipment, and a Batfighter in the deepest part. Bruce touched them one by one, then walked to the front, picked up a set of parts of the Batsuit and prepared to put them on.
When he took off his heavy coat and started to put the bat suit on, he found that the size of the suit was wrong.
The size of this bat suit is too big, and it is not the big one for fat and thin people. Obviously this bat suit should be customized for people who are taller than him. The leg armor cannot be buckled into the correct position at all.
If it goes too far up, the knee cannot move freely.
Fortunately, there is more than one kind of bat suit here. Bruce chose a suit that seemed to be designed to be relatively compact. When he put it on, he found that this suit was too thin. He had to at least lose some weight.
It’s possible to wear it after losing 20 kilograms.
Bruce looked at the row of bat suits in front of him and was speechless. Then he looked at the batarangs in the cabinet. There was nothing wrong with the batarangs. They were of a decent size. The only problem was that the thing itself was not very suitable for use as a weapon.
There is no precision guidance device on the Batarang, which means that Batman relies purely on skill to throw this thing that is not aerodynamic at all with almost 100% accuracy.
Bruce picked up a batarang and held it in his hand. He tried to throw it with his wrist, but before he could get rid of it, there was a "swish" sound and a gash was cut below the tiger's mouth.
He cursed in a low voice, threw the bloody batarang aside, and turned to look at the firearm hanging on the wall.
There were many weird guns in the weapons cabinet, which looked like they had just been dug out of the alien's tomb. Bruce opened the weapon cabinet and took out one of them, and then discovered that they were the same as Batarangs.
, there’s nothing wrong with the gun, but it’s completely unergonomic.
It is impossible for a normal human being with only two hands to hold the gun steady and press more than 60 buttons on the gun body at the same time with one hand on the trigger.
Putting the gun aside, Bruce looked at the weird big machines again. The machines were also very good, with new buttons and neat parts, but the problem was that none of them could be operated.
Each machine in the Batcave has an average of more than two hundred buttons, and none of the buttons has its responsibilities written on it. Each machine has dozens of different sockets, countless wires on the ground, and countless sources of energy on the walls.
There are various switches next to the hub, all interfaces and hubs.
This is not the crown jewel of human industrial civilization, but a corner abandoned by the development of modern machinery and equipment.
Today, when all modern industrial equipment is becoming as simple and intelligent as possible, Batman has resolutely chosen a completely opposite development route, which can be said to be primitive, retaining the natural features, and harmoniously coexisting with the environment.
Bat-punk industrial style.
There were many rooms in the Batcave. Bruce opened the doors one by one to look, but there was nothing inside. He continued to go deeper without believing in evil, and finally saw the huge Bat fighter.
At this moment, Bruce suddenly heard movement at the door of the Batcave. He turned around warily and saw Diana walking in. After seeing Bruce, Diana sighed and said, "I'm sorry, when your father got angry,
Clark and I left first, I was worried that he would scold us too, which is very possible, he seemed to be in a bad mood."
"I made an agreement with Clark that you and I will go to work during the day and help him take additional photos at night. However, the news release is a day late and he will definitely be scolded by his boss."
"It's just the right time for you to be here." Diana said and flew up. In Bruce's shocked eyes, she flew into the Bat fighter, tilted her head towards Bruce and said: "Get on the plane, I will take you to the base, and
There is a lot of work waiting for us.”
Just when Bruce was about to refuse, a burst of light covered the Bat fighter. His eyes widened slightly. After a pause, he walked onto the fighter plane and sat in the driver's seat of the fighter plane.
"Fasten your seat belt, you don't have to do anything, I'll take you flying."
About half an hour later, Diana helped Bruce, who was vomiting, into the base. Bruce vaguely saw the blue earth floating outside the window of the base.
"Where is this?" Bruce asked out of breath. He felt that his brain was dizzy from Diana's violent driving skills.
"The base." Diana spread her hands and said, "The outpost where we have deployed a protective shield for the earth is also your scientific research station. Hal has helped you move the equipment for the experimental projects that you said are inconvenient to be carried out on the earth.
We’re here, but you have to help us finish the work we promised first.”
Bruce leaned against the wall and coughed hard twice. He took two deep breaths and followed Diana to the laboratory. Diana brought a large pile of information and placed it in front of him.
When Bruce's eyes were fixed on the information, a second later, he couldn't help shouting: "What is this?!!!"
"The design drawing of the Earth's shield." Diana held her head and fiddled with the computer. She said without looking back: "Hal has almost finished the first part. Please hurry up and finish the second part. Let's
Then it can be put into construction.”
"Why..." Bruce seemed to have been burned on his tongue, and his speech was a little unclear, but he still tried to suppress the excitement in his tone and said: "I mean, I still don't understand this project.
…”
"Of course you don't understand, your filter on Schiller is too heavy." Diana still didn't look back and said while typing: "We must get a protective shield for the earth to protect our universe."
"Is building a protective shield for the earth to protect the universe?"
"Otherwise, can it be to protect the earth?" Diana was still typing cracklingly and said: "Of course, in a sense, protecting the earth is also protecting the universe, and a protective shield can solve these two problems.
Stop asking questions and get to work quickly."
"I……"
Bruce stared blankly at the design drawing in front of him. It was a design drawing, but there was no picture at all. It was data, but there was no count at all. There was only a group of indescribable ghost symbols dancing hand in hand.
Suddenly, a figure with green light all over his body appeared. The tired Hal sat at the table, drank a glass of water, looked at Bruce and said, "You're here? How's the second part going?"
"I don't know, but can you tell me what this is?" Bruce asked, pointing to a word on the design drawing. It is not difficult to see that its style of painting is different from other symbols. Bruce does not remember that humans have such a mathematical
symbol.
"Oh, isn't this the symbol of the emotional spectrum you designed? You wanted to tell me at the time, but I didn't pay attention at all, but you didn't care either. Just say that you can understand it yourself. Finish it quickly and let's go have a drink.
A cup of coffee.”
After Hal finished speaking, he lay down on the table and dozed off. Bruce began to look through the information. After a while, he finally couldn't stand it anymore. He lifted up all the papers and banged the table hard.
Said: "Why would I do this?! Why would Batman do this?!"
"Shouldn't we use equipment costing hundreds of millions of dollars to fight those gangsters, and then use the money that Wayne Group can't spend to enjoy life? Shouldn't it be to make Gotham a better place?!"
"Bruce!" Diana shouted.
"I'm not Bruce!" Bruce roared.
"I know, but listen to me..."
Bruce was stunned, and his face was distorted for a moment. Just when he was about to say, "You are all kidding me," Diana shrugged and said with an indifferent expression: "Bruce is just a code name. It's possible that you are not Bruce.
But you’re all Batman anyway.”
"As long as you're Batman, you can do this job. Stop wasting your time, finish it and leave immediately. You still have to help Clark fix the photos at night."
Hal also waved his hand and said: "Man, I don't care which world's Batman you are, anyway, you are all super geniuses. Isn't that pile of drawings in your hand something that Batman spent about an hour making? I believe it.
I, as long as this thing is built, it will be good for us all."
Bruce instinctively lowered his head to look at the thick pile of information, with an expression of anger and embarrassment on his face, but Diana showed a curious look and said, "Isn't it possible that you are not like other Batmans?"
Talent, right?"
Hal stood up and said: "Well, actually we have only seen two Batmans in total, one younger and one older, and they completed the first part of the project in succession."
"But we really can't rely on this to infer that every Batman has such a high IQ." Hal shook his head and said: "You know, the sample is insufficient, and it is possible that you don't understand this."
Diana sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, it seems our work will be delayed again."
She jumped down from the high bar chair, walked up to Bruce, patted his face and said.
"Fortunately, you still have a pretty face. Come on, I'll take you back. The group of girls who have reserved the viewing platform long ago are waiting for you to show up on time."