Chapter 1,729 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoners of the Batcave (12)
When little Bruce appeared in front of the Robins, they were very shocked, and Harley took the time to explain to them: "This is Bruce Wayne from another world, uh, of course he is still young and not yet a bat.
A knight, but he has this potential."
Nightwing walked over and patted little Bruce's head gently, then looked at his pale face with concern, and said, "What's going on? Is he injured?"
Seeing the Joker who followed him, Nightwing immediately took a few steps back vigilantly. He blocked Little Bruce behind him. Just when he was about to ask the Joker if he had abused Little Bruce, Harley said from behind: "He is seeking his own death."
I wanted to respond to the outer gods, but my brain was eroded by the forbidden knowledge. Now I can’t even speak clearly.”
But little Bruce ignored Harley's sarcastic attitude. He still followed his instinct and walked to Harley's side blankly, picked up the printed information from the table, and then read it hungrily.
"Guess what he will become?" The clown said with a smile, "I'm really looking forward to the results of the hatching."
No one paid attention to him anymore, mainly because a new round of information came from the opposite universe, and this time it was even more outrageous.
In response to the conjecture raised by Reed, many top scientists began to study the possibility that this was an alloy, but first they needed the opposite universe to cooperate with them to complete a series of detection experiments.
Except for Harley who is acting as a fax machine, Bruce who is absorbing knowledge and the clown who is squatting in the corner and watching, the two sets of Robins are completely involved in a large number of experiments, sampling and testing, recording data, analyzing data, transmitting data, and then
Continue testing according to the requirements on the other side, and then summarize the data to draw conclusions.
This step alone took three full days, and it was three shifts without sleep. There were people conducting experiments at any time for three days. The number of test reports finally produced was as large as a mountain, which could bury everyone in it.
But top scientists represented by Reed did get the results they wanted. The differences in separation properties and arrangement of molecular structures revealed during material testing showed that Reed's idea was very effective.
Maybe it's true.
In this case, they can conduct a series of conduction experiments on the properties of this material to find the best way to stimulate all properties, and then analyze the practical significance of its function.
After conducting a series of experiments involving magical energy infusion, rune etching, etc., many scientists found that the changes in material properties brought about by most excitation methods were not obvious enough.
"Could it be that the biggest property of this material is that it absorbs magic and produces radiation against gravity?" Bruce Banner frowned and looked at a series of information on the big screen and said, "We have conducted so many tests, but we can't find any more
Find out what other uses it has."
"To be honest, it's already amazing enough." Spider-Man put his hands on his hips and said, "The anti-gravity alone already provides a unique advantage. It can't have any other special effects, right?"
But the three geniuses recognized in the conference room, namely Reed, Doctor Doom, and Tony Stark, all had different views on this.
"The more this happens, the more I feel that there must be something behind the darkness." Reed's tone rarely became a little softer, as if he had received divine inspiration and said: "Something behind the stable dark characteristics needs to be specific."
Conditions can trigger it, it must be... it must be..."
"It must be related to the purpose of these people." Stark continued, with a painful expression on his face, and he was obviously exhausting his inspiration to make a judgment like a revelation: "They will not treat others without reason.
This city took action, and they did this, which proves that this city must be affected, but it is not just to make the people here crazy, maybe it will also be..."
"...using madness." Doom's tone was still low, but his words were also intermittent, without any of his usual rigorous logic, as if he was telling a fairy tale: "They want to use madness to drive something crazy, and then let it go crazy."
……let him……"
Doom couldn't speak any more, and then there was a long silence in the conference hall. After exhausting the inspiration of the three geniuses on earth, they could only guess this step at most. The information they had was really too little, even this step.
It already seems like a subjective judgment completely divorced from reality.
The three people felt great pain at the same time, because they knew that they were just a little bit short of inspiration, and they could completely touch the truth, but they were just short of the last spark.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred on the screen. Little Bruce, who had caught up with the progress of the experiment with a crazy reading speed, sat there blankly for several hours, and suddenly jumped up like crazy.
He knocked aside Jason who was sitting in front of the experimental table and Red Robin who was standing next to him, and rushed towards the sample placed in the cover of the experimental table, which was a small fragment of the metal window frame.
Little Bruce stretched out his hand, smashed the cover with a force he shouldn't have, picked up one of the fragments, and scratched it on his palm.
Blood suddenly gushes out and drips on the sample. Everyone is rushing towards him, but little Bruce suddenly looks at Constantine with his blue eyes.
Constantine was stunned. He didn't hear anything Bruce said, but he was sure that Bruce was asking him to activate his magic vision.
He felt some kind of terror lingering, so without even pausing, he instantly turned on his magic vision, and then shouted to everyone: "Don't move, it's glowing!"
Little Bruce let out a painful groan and sat down with his back against the experimental table, as if he had lost consciousness, while Constantine immediately gave everyone magic vision.
Everyone in the S.H.I.E.L.D. conference hall watched this astonishing accident, and then saw endless darkness at the moment when the magical vision came.
It is a kind of light, but it is darkness. You can feel it radiating out like light, but what is radiated is completely lightless darkness, just like a shattered black hole.
"Door……"
Little Bruce mumbled out a word, and Red Robin hurriedly knelt down and hugged him. Then he heard Little Bruce say another word in his ear: "Key..."
The final inspiration came.
Stark yelled: "Someone wants to open a door in Gotham - Batman is the key!!!"
After Harley repeated this point, the first one to scream was the clown. As if he felt something, he scratched his face with his pale fingers and said: "No! No! Damn it! These stupid people,
Dirty...how dare they...they don't understand at all..."
Then he said in an extremely cruel tone: "Batman's darkness is definitely not a tool given by others!!! They all deserve to die! They all deserve to die!!!"
Red Robin was confused by this series of accidents. He didn't realize what was going on for a moment, but the little Bruce in his arms had already used an amazing force to break free of his restraints and threw himself back on the stage again.
on, holding the metal shard tightly with bleeding hands.
Little Bruce looked down at it.
At that moment, the otherworldly inspired vision given to him by countless forbidden knowledge, the keen hearing brought about by the chaotic and terrifying whispers in his brain, and the sublime sensibility provided by his seal all merged into one——
He lowered his head and stared into the abyss.
The next second, little Bruce's vision was wrapped in endless darkness. He felt that his consciousness traveled through time and space, finally penetrated the solid surface that ordinary people could not penetrate, and fell into the abyss.
And when he opened his eyes again in the rich, lightless darkness, he saw... a huge dragon.
"Stupid." Strange, who was in front of the screen, commented as he watched Bruce's actions. He said: "That darkness obviously comes from a creature that is much higher than him. It's not a joke that gods cannot look directly. Many times when
When you see God, you are marked by Him."
But at this moment, Schiller showed a smile, and everyone's eyes turned to him again. Strange suddenly felt familiar, so he glared at Schiller and said, "It won't be you again..."
"It's just a trick." Schiller stood up and stretched, and then realized that the suit hindered his movements. Strange raised his eyebrows, looked him up and down, and shouted: "Greed?"
Schiller nodded, yawned again and said, "I took some time to, well, the literary term is to stare into the abyss, but a more understandable term is to say an updated version."
Schiller sat down again, glanced at Bruce, and then said: "I think you should still remember that arrogance and clown merged, or there was only one arrogance, first cut open, and then made whole again."
Bruce nodded, indicating that he still remembered this experience, and Greed continued: "This is not entirely a bad thing. The crazy wisdom from the Joker has given him the Gotham version of darkness. This is the version that allows him to adapt to this universe.
Update, he has already finished it."
"So, you just updated it recently?" Strange said with some confusion, "Then what did you update?"
"Remember the genius inspiration and wisdom that Batman and Stark left me together? At that time, I was able to break through the limitations of autism and learn things that I could not concentrate on learning before. What I updated is this
.”
"So you are also a science genius now?"
"The point of this sentence is to break through the limitations of autism's concentration." Schiller shrugged lightly and said: "For a long time, I could only focus on learning a certain aspect of knowledge, but I was not interested in other aspects.
If you don’t pay attention, you won’t be able to absorb it at all, but now to some extent, this restriction has been broken.”
"What did you study? Mathematics and physics?" Strange asked.
"I learned...the knowledge of the alien gods." Schiller showed a big smile.
Constantine almost spit out a mouthful of water. He opened his mouth and closed it again. After a while, he said: "I'm really honored that your first choice is occultism, but to be honest, it's not necessary."
But Schiller still smiled and said: "If I don't learn this, how can I make a big alarm clock for someone who is the culprit of Gotham's darkness?"
At this time, somewhere in a completely dark space, when the rich darkness was about to swallow little Bruce, some weird and terrifying whispers surrounded him, which was the old mark left by Nyarlathotep on his body.
The mark of the outer gods and the erosion of the power of darkness came to a standstill after the initial collision. As Nyarlathotep paid attention to this place, little Bruce instinctively recited the forbidden knowledge brought by the terrifying whispers, the crazy
Whispers began to fill the space.
As the whispers became louder and louder, a pair of huge closed vertical pupils slowly opened, and complex emotions containing doubts flashed through. To sum up, - what kind of movement is this?!