The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1122 Emergency Situation
"In short, you don't need to worry about your father. Although he is not good at expressing his feelings, he does care about you. He didn't just disappear like a black man because he had two stripes on his baton."

"Yang!"

Diana glared at Yang Le reproachfully. She could accept his sudden bursts of humor, but that didn't mean Wonder Woman could accept hellish jokes.

Diana once made it clear that she hoped Yang Le would not tell hellish jokes, or at least not in front of her, since hellish jokes were very unbecoming of virtue.

Yang Le shrugged. Clearly, apart from him, who was telling a joke, only Diana understood what he meant; the other two children looked completely bewildered.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic. We're going to see your father now and help him avert a crisis. Would you like to come with us?"

Damian hesitated upon hearing this, suddenly realizing that he wasn't quite ready to meet his father, whom he had never met before.

However, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Damian was certain that if he missed this chance, he would only be able to see his father again when he defeated his mother.

Damian wasn't about to give up, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.

“I’ll go with you; maybe I can be of some help.”

Yang Le laughed and walked over to pat Damian on the head, but the latter dodged it. He didn't mind and casually put his hand down.

"There's no need to act like you're going to war. Let me make it clear that I don't mean to look down on you, but with us here, we don't need you to lift a finger."

Damian frowned upon hearing this. Although Yang Le had already prepared his armor beforehand, he still couldn't help but feel that Yang Le was underestimating him.

"Alright, that's enough of that." Yang Le clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, then turned to Diana and said.

"Donna may need a little more time. I'll take Cassandra and Damian ahead of me. I'll leave you here to keep an eye on her."

"Why are you being so polite?" Diana said with a smile. "You guys go ahead, Donna and I will be there soon."

Yang Le nodded, then led the two little ones to his garage, where the beat-up car was already waiting.

"Get in." Yang Le walked to the driver's seat first, and then the door to the living area of ​​the RV opened automatically. Cassandra consciously led Damian into the vehicle through the back door.

Damian glanced at the beat-up little car and realized that from the outside it was just an ordinary RV. Its only redeeming quality was its comfort, and he guessed it wouldn't be very fast.

However, Cassandra used sign language to tell Damian to sit down, then went to her seat and fastened her seatbelt. Although he was puzzled, he did as she advised, adhering to the principle of "heeding advice leads to a full stomach."

"Ready, kids!" Yang Le saw in the rearview mirror that the two were already seated, so he pulled down the handle next to the steering wheel.

Then, to Damian's astonishment, the garage that housed the dilapidated car began to change. First, the garage fully expanded and the ground began to tilt and extend, with the road extending towards the sky, looking like a runway for an aircraft.

"This thing can't fly, can it?"

Damian had just had this question when he noticed through the car window that the car was also beginning to deform, with a pair of wings extending from both sides of the vehicle.

That's not all. A pair of jets appeared at the rear of the beat-up car, and the entire body was subtly transformed into a more streamlined shape suitable for soaring through the sky.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the jets at the rear of the beat-up car spewed out indigo flames, and then, with a sudden surge of acceleration, Cassandra and Damian were both pushed back into their seats. The acceleration came and went quickly, and once the beat-up car was airborne, all the discomfort disappeared.

In fact, Yang Le could have completely eliminated the feeling of being pushed back, but he deliberately kept it in order to experience the feeling of instant acceleration, and he felt that his decision was good.

"We'll be at your dad's house in about five minutes." Yang Le unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped into the living area. "Don't worry, there's autopilot. Would you two like some drinks?"

Yang Le walked easily to the refrigerator, which was filled with all sorts of drinks and food, but Damian and Cassandra both refused them.

This is a habit left over from the Assassin's Guild's teachings: before carrying out a mission, one must generally abstain from food and water for a period of time, in order to prevent any physiological accidents during the mission.

Even after living an ordinary life for so long, Cassandra still retained many of the habits she had developed under David's tutelage.

However, this habit is quite good, so Cassandra doesn't plan to change it.

Yang Le didn't have that habit, so he took out a can of iced cola from the refrigerator, opened it, and started chugging it down.

In Yang Le's opinion, when all are made of ice, the order of deliciousness is: aluminum can > glass bottle > plastic bottle. Some people may disagree with this view, but it is a conclusion reached by Yang Le after comprehensive comparison.

The main reason is that canned cola can be drunk in one gulp, and the first sip of cola is always the best. Since this kind of drink cannot quench thirst, the subsequent sips are useless in Yang Le's eyes.

Yang Le finished his cola in one gulp and was about to crush the can when he heard the alarm sound from his beat-up car.

Yang Le casually tossed the aluminum can into the trash can and strode into the cockpit.

"what happened?"

Yang Le was asking about the dilapidated car itself, and the car immediately answered his question.

"We are currently in a spacetime turbulence, and it won't be long before we deviate from our original destination."

"A spacetime turbulence?" Yang Le's eyes widened. "Where were we before we entered?"

"Above the Metropolis, we are about to reach the location of the cross-sea bridge."

In other words, just as they were about to enter Gotham, they were caught in a temporal turbulence. But why?
Yang Le stroked his chin thoughtfully. It was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly; before the Justice League issue was resolved, they were caught up in an unexpected incident.

"Can you calculate where we'll be teleported to?"

Yang Le regained his composure. He wasn't afraid of the spacetime turbulence; the small, broken car was strong enough to help them get through the crisis safely.

The broken-down car didn't answer immediately, but after calculating for more than ten seconds, it gave its answer.

"The spacetime turbulence I encountered this time was very powerful, which affected my computer's calculations. However, I estimate that it should be around 40.7167N, 74W."

"Isn't that just New York's latitude and longitude?" Yang Le felt a little relieved. He had only been teleported to New York, so there was nothing to worry about.

(End of this chapter)