Nick didn't seem surprised by the new Spider-Man, even if he was Bruce Wayne, he just took him to the locker room without any problems.
Just like that, Spider-Man, or Spider-Man, or just a special Spider-Man, has a brand new uniform.
The clothing part is a tight-fitting suit that is more like Spider-Man, and it doesn't feel out of place when worn on him. The hood is more like Batman, but it is all-inclusive, with no chin exposed, but with two pointed ears.
This uniform is actually more like Daredevil, but the color is not so bright and adopts Batman's usual black. Fortunately, the pattern on the chest is not a spider, and the pattern on the tights is not a spider web, otherwise it would look like Venom.
The black color of this uniform is a bit special. The reflection is a colorful metallic color. There is a bat pattern on the chest, but the center of the bat is hollowed out with a spider pattern. The shape of the spider legs cuts the bat's wings into pieces, giving it a strange aesthetic feeling.
Bruce has a good figure and is stronger than most Spider-Man. Simply put, he is wider and looks even more majestic after wearing tights.
"I'll put a cape on him," Bruce said.
"You know that's useless in combat."
"But that's the symbol of knighthood."
"If you like it, fine." Nick shrugged and said, "Come here, let's test the performance of the new suit."
Bruce followed him and walked over. During the test, he discovered that this suit was not just for decoration. It was actually fire-proof, waterproof, electricity-proof, and basically anything that could be prevented. It was equipped with a micro communicator on its arm.
Spider silk launcher, a hidden nano-gliding device on the back, and environmental detection, chips and micro-drone hidden on the legs.
"We have updated most of Spider-Man's uniforms," Nick said, "in order to allow them to better complete various combat missions while ensuring their own safety."
"Spider-Man's strength is great, so they don't need too much improvement in this aspect. Their dexterity is also good, so they don't need more auxiliary movement tools."
"On the contrary, they need to be able to judge the surrounding environment more accurately and have the ability to call for support at any time. I hope you will also remember this. If you can't defeat them, call in people. The most important thing you need is manpower."
Bruce nodded without making any comment. He was different from other Batmans. He knew that he was talented and everyone who came was better than him, so there was no need to question whether others could help.
After testing the suit, Bruce quickly entered the portal. What appeared in front of him was a ruins, and in the center of the ruins stood a man wearing a silver-white shiny steel helmet with a long cape behind him.
Bruce was discovered as soon as he landed on the ground. The other party just raised his hand and Bruce fell directly to the ground.
Bruce immediately understood that the other party's ability was to control gravity, which happened to be not his area of expertise. He could hardly figure out the focus of those complex physics questions.
Bruce took a deep breath, and his muscles suddenly swelled. The huge power brought to him by the spider mutation came into play at this time. He forcefully withstood the pressure of huge gravity and stood up.
The other party appeared a little surprised and a little surprised, but soon raised his hand again, and a greater force of gravity pressed down, and Bruce was pressed down again.
On the street next to where they were standing opposite each other, two sneaky figures were standing at the entrance of the alley, looking around.
"Who is that guy? Spider-Man? Why haven't I seen this species before?" Harley said strangely: "His figure looks familiar, I forgot where I saw it."
"You dragged me out just to watch others fight?" Little Bruce folded his arms and said, "I thought you found some important clues."
"Actually, there are both. The important clues may be hidden in the way they fight." Harley said: "Do you feel a little strange? According to our previous inference, these personalities may come from some impressions that impressed David.
A profound memory.”
Bruce nodded.
"So what about their superpowers?" Harley raised doubts. "It's impossible for David to think about what superpowers they have every time he sees something, right? Even if he likes to think so, it's impossible for him to think about it in every memory.
Everyone thinks so."
"Uh-huh." Little Bruce snorted noncommittally.
"Either he has gone crazy a long time ago and sees everything as if he is a person with superpowers, or in fact, the superpowers of these things are not his original association, but are added later."
"you mean……"
"These things may be David's precious memories, but they were originally just memories, not superpowers. Something gave them superpowers and turned them into the superpowers they are now."
"You mean their powers are given by something?"
"That's right." Harley analyzed: "Since it is the spiritual world, we should look at the rules of the spiritual world to transform the inanimate objects in a certain memory fragment into items with special abilities and abilities.
For a person with super powers of personality, this purposeful and consistent change cannot occur naturally in the mind, nor can it be caused by some uncontrollable disease."
"This kind of change is orderly and regular, so there must be some intelligent being behind it." Harley said: "This being may be someone other than David, or it may be David himself.
.”
Little Bruce frowned deeply, thought for a moment and then said: "You think the latter is more likely, right?"
"Yes, this kind of inner change is difficult to be affected by other people outside, but more easily affected by yourself. Just like if you decide to forget a certain memory, or remember it forever, this will promote the memory.
Change, either gradually fade away, or become stronger.”
"So why did David do this?"
"You have to ask David himself."
"It's come full circle and we're back to the starting point." Bruce Jr. sneered. "If we want to find David, we have to defeat these strange personalities. But if we want to figure out how these personalities appear, we have to find David."
, oh ho, endless loop.”
Harley laughed disdainfully and said, "I don't have to go find David and wait like you did."
The upper half of Harley's body suddenly disappeared.
Little Bruce was startled, and his pupils shrank suddenly, but a closer look revealed that Harley did not split into two halves, but had her upper body sticking out of an invisible window.
When you walk to the side, you can't see anything, only a thin line, as if a hole was suddenly opened in the existing picture, and then your head poked out of the hole.
After a while, Harry came back, snapped his fingers and said, "I just went to chat for a while and got a lot of useful information. Let's go."
"where to?"
"Of course I'm looking for David. It's just a part of David. He is the leader of the Spirit School, called Lord-Trauma (Lord of Trauma). His ability is telepathy, and he can also absorb other personalities. The Spirit School absorbs other personalities.
It was he who proposed the idea of strengthening himself."
"What on earth did you do?" Little Bruce said, narrowing his eyes.
"Don't worry so much, let's go."
"How to get there?" Little Bruce raised his eyes and saw that there were still many personalities wandering on the street, and they looked irritable and unstable.
"Can you find the car?" Harley looked around and found that there was no transportation and said, "Let's go and find that weird car."
"How are we going to find him now?"
Harley looked around, and then found a taxi stop sign at the end of the street. She stood under the sign, stretched out her hand and shouted: "TAXI!"
There was a screeching sound and the sound of brakes came from the smoke. Little Bruce had to wave his hand in front of him. When the smoke cleared, he saw that the Batmobile carrying Barry and Batman Flash was parked in front of him.
Both Barry and Batman Flash were a little confused, because the road they just took was obviously not this way, but the Batmobile adapted well. He said: "I heard someone calling for a car, come on, miss."
"Thank you." Harley smiled, held up her non-existent skirt, saluted him, and then got in the car.
"What's going on?" Little Bruce lowered his voice and asked, "You haven't shown these abilities before."
"Don't forget that this is in the spiritual world." Harley also lowered her voice and said: "You think you can only use the abilities in the real world here because your thinking is limited, and I don't know how to do it, so I can
May all your wishes come true."
"Do mental patients have broad ideas?"
"I'll say it again, I'm not crazy." Harley rolled her eyes and said, "Sorry, can you let me drive? I think we should hurry up."
"Uh, is there a possibility that he can drive this car by himself?" Barry said: "I mean this Batman... uh, this Batmobile, this Batman..."
"Okay, get out of the way." Harley pushed Barry away from the driver's seat, controlled the steering wheel himself, and stepped on the accelerator.
"Wow, miss!" Batmobile exclaimed, "Great racer!"
With a whoosh, the huge off-road vehicle disappeared at the end of the street. When it reappeared, they had arrived in front of a house painted orange.
Barry got out of the car and saw "Shomron" written on the mailbox at the door, and Harley had already stepped forward to ring the doorbell.
Soon the door opened, and a young man appeared inside. Harley greeted and said: "Hello, David, or should I call you the Lord of Trauma?"
The other party's expression immediately froze, but Harley didn't regard herself as an outsider at all, and squeezed directly into the house through the gap between her body and the door frame. This David obviously wanted to chase her, causing several people behind to squeeze in.
Coming in, even the Batmobile smashed the glass and stuck its head in.
"Who the hell are you? How could you break into someone else's house like this? And why should I..."
"Because we are not David's personality." Harley crossed her arms and turned around and said, "You can't absorb us, and it's hard to hurt us."
"How did you find it here? The group outside..."
"We haven't encountered the group of personalities outside at all. You don't have to worry about the specific way. I just want to know where the real David is."
At this time, Batman Flash noticed that there was a family photo placed on the table in the living room of this house. The boy standing in the middle looked exactly like the young man, except that he had long hair.
The face of the young man known as the Lord of Trauma darkened, and he said, "What do you all know?"
"These personalities have transformed from elements in memory into personalities and have superpowers. It is not caused by disease or natural occurrence. It is David's doing." Harley's tone was very certain. She said: "There must be a key
Events caused David to need to do this, where are the others?"
The other party's expression became more serious, and he said: "Outsiders, this is our own business, you are not welcome here."
Harley snapped her fingers, and little Bruce understood. Countless tentacles spurted out from behind him, and the whole house was enveloped in desperate darkness and crazy murmurs.
The Lord of Trauma's expression froze again and again, and finally he had to grit his teeth and say: "Don't damage the house!"
"Will you tell us?"
"Don't think about it." The young man turned away his eyes and said, "You can't find him. Even if you find him, he's just a fake."
"Tell me more about the counterfeit."
"You can find him here, he must have leaked the news." The Lord of Trauma turned away his eyes and said: "The guy who is suppressing all the personalities in the castle is not David at all. David has disappeared long ago."
Harley poked her head: Let a little idiot explain it!