Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 616 Old Jack's Re-employment
The moment the Batpod unlocked, Bruce's gaze was fixed on the Batsuit.

Long before becoming Batman, he had learned to control his emotions through training, so the Arkham Batman suit did not cause him much emotional fluctuation—but there was no doubt that this highly designed armor suit still attracted his attention.

Under the cold blue backlight, some suits resembling exoskeletons lay quietly in the cabin. He subconsciously reached out and, together with Arkham Batman, quickly changed into their new suits.

As the two simultaneously removed their bat masks and costumes, donning the new bat armor over their light black shirts, they looked at each other—Arkham Batman saw a stranger's face that looked a few years younger than himself, while Batman saw a weathered, hardened, and resolute warrior.

Despite their different appearances, they could all sense the bat-like scent emanating from each other's very bones: cold, hard, resolute, taciturn, extremely wary, and scarred—even their breath carried a fishy smell.

However, in Arkham Batman's eyes, the younger version of himself seemed to be in much better spirits. His brows were less weathered, and he seemed less lonely. His eyes no longer held the biting coldness of ice and snow, but instead revealed a sense of peace and tranquility.

The night was long, but the time was incredibly tight. The two had no time to discuss their differences and completed their bat armor donning in just half a minute.

ka ka ka-

The steel leg armor, nested and folded in layers, slid and tightened; the dark brown bat belt around the waist was fully equipped with tactical gear; the arm blades on the arms popped out and unfolded; pieces of smooth and polished special material were pieced together to form a miniature bat computer projection interface; the heavy and powerful mechanical chest armor was firmly wrapped and fitted, becoming one with the robust body inside; and the bat helmet covered the faces of the two.

Amidst the crisp sounds of metal structures linking and assembling, electric current drives the components on the armor to automatically assemble. The armor design and Batmobile/Batman design of Arkham Batman are consistent, bringing the aesthetics of combining mechanical feel and human form to the extreme. The structure of this armor is both compact and flexible, fully catering to Batman's combat philosophy and style.

(The visual effects in this section are truly stunning. I've tried my best to describe them in words, but if you want to see the original sound and light effects, you can search "Batman suit technology" on Bilibili. The first video is it.)

(But I'll still attach a full-body image below.)
"Please allow me to introduce this suit, Mr. Wayne."

Lucius’s voice came through the earpieces of both Bat Armor simultaneously: “Bat Armor 8.03. The inner and outer layers of this suit’s inner lining are made of titanium-plated liquid body armor based on magnetohydrodynamic technology, using three-dimensional weaving technology, triple weaving, and can resist six times the acceleration of gravity.”

"The design between the two layers is even more interesting. Wayne Technologies' magnetorheological hardening technology, as a close-combat defense, can respond to violent physical impacts in real time, hardening and softening at any time to absorb their kinetic energy. You will be able to focus more on counterattacks rather than defense."

"Liquid armor is more flexible than fiber-based armor. You don't need to spend time getting used to it because it will fit your body perfectly. Without the deformation constraints of fiber-based armor, even if the outer material looks metallic, your physical performance will be maximized, allowing you to quickly complete maneuvers and ambush multiple enemies in a very short time."

"Finally, the suit itself is compatible with the Batmobile's electromagnetic propulsion system, so you can be ejected from the Batmobile like a cannonball fired from a railgun—you can adjust the force of the ejection system as you like, but I still hope you don't push your body too hard."

"The new grappling hook launcher was also transported along with it. It can launch you into the sky even faster—this is to match the grappling hook's output intensity to this new, robust suit of armor. Of course, you can also use it in combat. Other thugs will likely not be able to withstand this level of acceleration and will probably experience a brief period of unconsciousness."

After introducing the armor, Lucius paused, then looked at Bruce—the Batman from the Martial Universe—through the projection screen on the wrist of the Arkham Batman.

“This is Bruce from another universe. I have unlocked the license for your Batsuit and Batmobile. They can now be activated by you.”

"To be honest, when I first heard about this, I was just as surprised as when I first heard the young master tell me that he had run off to become a vigilante. But now that you have actually appeared before me, I can breathe a sigh of relief—with you, young master Bruce no longer has to bear it all alone."

"Young Master Bruce, I hope you return safely tonight."

"We will."

Batman from Arkham hung up the call, and Lucius disappeared from the screen.

"I guess every Batman in every universe has Lucius and Alfred on his mind."

Batman thought this to himself, but didn't say it aloud. He looked up at the clouds.

Through the drizzling rain and overcast skies, occasional slivers of white moonlight pierced through. "Time to get to work," he said.

“We’ll chase that military vehicle in the Batmobile,” Arkham Batman replied.

Two Batmen swooped down from the rooftop, their capes billowing as they landed into the Batmobile's cockpit to cushion the impact.

Boom boom——

With long trails of flame, the two colossal beasts roared as they sped toward the streets of Gotham.

"Sheriff Gordon, those guys fired anti-tank rocket launchers at us!"

Gotham Police Chief Gordon gritted his teeth as he listened to the report on the audio.

The enemy's firepower far exceeded expectations, and he wanted to issue a withdrawal order so that the young men wouldn't lose their lives in vain.

Since there are helicopters in the sky anyway, it would be safer to let them pull up and bite us.

Just then, a deep, hoarse voice came through the communicator.

"Jim, tell your men to leave."

Jim breathed a sigh of relief and immediately gave the order: "I am Gordon. You are to cancel the pursuit immediately. The enemy's firepower is too dangerous."

"Sheriff, if it weren't for dealing with these bad guys, we wouldn't be in the city right now!"

Gordon sighed.

The other party was right. There were no cowards among the police officers still in Gotham Police Department at this time. Even simple recklessness was closer to courage than cowardice.

But recklessness often leads to death.

On the streets of Gotham, thugs in military vehicles once again picked up rocket launchers. As police cars behind them were gradually locked onto by the guidance system, the desperados revealed ferocious smiles.

"Die, you filthy cop."

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

boom!
In a dizzying moment, the violent impact sent the military vehicle flying off at an angle, and the rocket launcher failed to fire.

"Damn it! Who's blocking the way at this time!"

On the bus that had been rammed by the military vehicle, Old Jack and a group of armed citizens shouted angrily.

(End of this chapter)