I became light in American comics

“No, it’s nothing,” Gordon said strangely. “I just thought you were gone when I turned around.”

Shen You: "."

Oh no, I forgot about that.

Batman's classic passive ability, "Turning Around, It's Gone," has a special bonus effect on Commissioner Gordon.

So he could only pretend to be nonchalant and say, "Hmm."

He turned around and, under the watchful eyes of the two detectives, silently reached into his cloak to pull out his grappling hook gun, preparing to fly away.

Damn it, I grabbed it backwards, the grappling hook is on the left.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he switched hands, pulled out his grappling hook gun, and fired a shot that landed on the opposite rooftop. He pulled the trigger, the rope retracted, and his figure transformed into a giant bat, flying into the night.

"."

In conclusion, it's still more convenient to fly here yourself.

After watching Batman leave, the two detectives remained silent for a moment.

Gordon muttered to himself, "So this is what it feels like to complete a full conversation."

“Speaking of which, is it just my imagination, Chief?” Harvey turned his hat brim again. “I feel like Batman seems a little different today.”

Gordon glanced at him, patted Harvey on the shoulder, and said earnestly.

"It's best not to ask questions you shouldn't, Harvey."

Iceberg Casino, somewhere.

"You are a group of people with commendable courage."

Penguin Cobblestone stood at the end of an ice-crystal-like conference table, smoking a pipe.

Around the table were various oddly dressed individuals. One wore a black suit with a red capsule head, the capsule bearing a black skull resembling a poison symbol. Another wore a yellow-green uniform but was emaciated and looked like a malnourished man, his body as thin as a skeleton covered in skin. A masked man in a simply styled white uniform. And yet another wore a purple scarf covering his face and swirling glasses.

“Gas Man, Speed ​​Demon, Bomber Man, Hypnotist,” Copperpott said. “Look at you all, with all sorts of abilities, all sorts of talents, different stances, yet all with the same goal.”

In Gotham, you face a considerable number of threats, some of which come from your meager number of friends. Of course, many more come from your numerous enemies.

This is why you are here; you need my protection, and you need each other's protection. Because, needless to say, among those many enemies, we all share a common, greatest threat.

The penguin took a deep drag on his pipe and then exhaled the word heavily.

"Batman."

The group looked at each other, speechless.

"But you have my guarantee that if you unite and stand together, we will be invincible. And Batman is ultimately just one person."

Copport's lips twitched slightly upwards.

"If I'm not mistaken, Batman should come soon—as he has many times before. But this time, he'll find that I've prepared a surprise for him here."

After today, there will be no more Batman in Gotham City!

Chapter 216 This is not Batman at all

Oswald Copport was nearing his breaking point.

When Falcone fell from grace, he thought his luck had finally turned, that his life of struggle and humiliation was finally over. The establishment of Iceberg Casino not only signified the birth of a new order in Gotham, but also held extraordinary significance for him personally. It symbolized his farewell to the small, struggling figure he once was, someone whom everyone could trample on.

He had assumed it would be like this.

Until the day Iceberg Casino opened, just as the Penguin stood arrogantly on the stage to give a speech at the opening ceremony, which was also announcing the birth of a new emperor to the prominent figures in both the underworld and the legitimate world of Gotham.

The newly erected crystal roof exploded with a loud crash. All the lights went out, and a giant bat, standing 1.88 meters tall, descended from the sky, lifting the short, stout penguin-man in mid-air as if he were a chick, and questioned him.

Before leaving, he even said something harsh: "You'd better watch out. I'm watching you, so you'd better not let me catch you red-handed."

The little penguin's earlier smugness and domineering air vanished instantly. The bat had humiliated him in front of everyone, reminding him once again of his powerlessness as a servant. Facing that terrifying bat, he couldn't help but recall the fear and trepidation he had felt when facing powerful underworld figures, feeling utterly insignificant.

As Batman walked away, Cobblestone knew perfectly well that this moment was tantamount to him admitting his guilt to everyone in both the underworld and the legitimate world.

Under the new Gotham order, everyone knows who's in charge between Batman and this local tyrant after this night.

He wasn't the new emperor, but merely a puppet to maintain order and restrain the gangsters.

Batman is the new master of this city.

But there was nothing he could do; he couldn't afford to offend them. Even Falcone, the once-powerful Godfather of Gotham, had fallen to Batman. Cobblestone realized his own position was unstable and had no choice but to accept it. So he swallowed his anger and had the roof reinforced with glass, hoping at least he wouldn't be so low as to be threatened in his own casino every day.

But it was all for naught. The roof was reinforced, but a few days later, Batman came back. He appeared out of nowhere in his room like a ghost, and picked him up like a chick to ask him questions. This time, it seemed he was investigating some serial killer named Victor Sass.

Cobblestone, once again playing the submissive role, obediently answered the questions, but as soon as he left, he immediately summoned a professional construction team to plug the safety loophole. After analyzing the situation, the experts concluded that the ventilation system might have a safety hazard, and Batman might have entered through the ventilation ducts. So they mobilized a large team to carry out construction and correct the problem.

Then a few days later, Batman suddenly appeared out of nowhere, dragged him off the bed, and asked him about the Joker.

Kobot continued to play the submissive role, and after everything was over, he brought in a professional team. Another round of safety checks ensued, and this time the engineers suspected something was wrong with the indoor pool's drainage system. So, a round of renovations resolved the problem.

Construction had just finished when Batman showed up again the very next day.

Coppa is blasted.

This is intolerable! Do you think I'm some kind of public toilet that you can just come and go as you please?

I can't take it anymore.

So he began preparing for a counterattack. Just then, his allies from the International Gang provided him with high-tech weapons, some of which were advanced equipment he had never even heard of. At the same time, he sent people to various cities to find and recruit superpowered individuals who had emerged from this superpowered era, planning to form an "anti-Batman team."

The news reported that Batman had been missing for several days, leading many to speculate that he had given up. But Cobblestone firmly believed that was a ruse; not only would Batman not give up, but he would definitely come looking for him again.

Moreover, Coppa had a feeling that he should arrive within the next day or two.

Because the week will be over in two days, and since his casino was built, Batman has never missed a week of visits.

This time, he's going to show Batman who the real master of Gotham is.

He, Copport, is not a weapon that anyone can just walk into!

"Good heavens, it really is an impregnable fortress."

Shen You stood on the rooftop opposite the Iceberg Casino. His gaze swept across the entire building structure, and he found that it was indeed airtight.

Ventilation ducts, drainage systems, and skylights—all the passageways the agents frequented were blocked; not a single path was open.

This forced Shen You, who originally wanted to honestly embody the role of Batman, to give up.

The entire place was reinforced like an iron barrel, with no entrance or exit at all. He couldn't quite imagine how Batman had gotten in.

Left with no other option, he had to go through a wall and directly undergo a phase change to crawl inside.

The daily life of the ultimate Batman is just that simple, unpretentious, and boring.

The entrance seemed to be located right in the men's restroom. Two young men were relieving themselves there, shoulder to shoulder.

One of the younger guys glanced sideways at the guy next door and grinned, "Looking a bit listless, were you up late last night?"

"You could tell that?" The guy next to me was surprised, then smiled sheepishly. "To be honest, he's a new dealer at the casino."

Goodness, you have no idea, she's a real gem. Slim waist, long legs, and so easy to fool; I got her into bed in no time. I fooled her seven times in one night! No exaggeration, even towards the end I didn't really want to, but she kept clinging to me and wouldn't let me sleep, so we ended up having sex all night.”

The younger brother next to him hesitated for a moment: "Are you sure you're lying to her and not the other way around?"

"Of course, I'm very smart. Even my mom always says that I've been smart since I was little."

Shen You approached silently, pressing their heads down one on each side in a Batman-style head-pressing motion. Each of their heads buzzed from the impact, and they slumped down, motionless.

"Retrieving the structural plans for the Iceberg Casino," Alfred said through the helmet-mounted communicator. "The Penguin's office should be there."

“No need, I’ve already seen it,” Shen You interrupted.

“Oh, I almost forgot, Ultra Vision, right?” Alfred said. “Then I’ll plan your route. The underfloor heating grid should help you bypass it.”

"It's alright, no need to go to such trouble."

As Shen You spoke, he paused, and his figure transformed into a gray-black afterimage as he shot out.

Blue electric light radiated, time stood still, and everyone in the casino was frozen in place. A dice spinning halfway through, champagne splashing, playing cards hanging in mid-air, chips being pushed along the gambling table.

The bustling casino fell silent at that moment.

Shen You emerged through the wall and swaggered through the bustling center of the hall. A trail of lightning followed him as he passed through several more walls before stopping.

Time resumed its flow, and the hall remained bustling, completely unaware that a handsome bat had just passed through their world.

“I’m already inside,” Shen You said.

Alfred, inside the bat cave, opened his mouth, but a string of words got stuck in his throat.

I'd like to say that your Ultraman concentration is too high; it's not Batman at all.

Chapter 217 Being Cheated

Oswald Copport sat at his desk, his short, fat legs propped up on the table, toying with a black umbrella in his hand.

Cobblestone was a huge umbrella enthusiast, and there's a rumor that it's because his father died of pneumonia from being caught in the rain when he was a child. That incident left a deep psychological scar on Cobblestone as a child, and from then on, he never let an umbrella go without him.

Now a crime boss, Copperfield's umbrella has been modified into his most handy weapon. The canopy is actually made of bulletproof steel, and when opened, it becomes an impenetrable shield. Hidden inside are various weapons, including machine guns and bayonets.

Of course, they're not very effective against Batman.

The bat's shadow was cast onto the floor by the light shining in from outside the door, and a dark figure wrapped in a cloak appeared in the room.

Cobbler stood with his back to the door, not turning around, yet seemingly sensing something. He wiped the folded umbrella, adjusted his monocle with its 1980s vibe, and gave a disdainful smile.

“You know, for a moment I was worried you wouldn’t come this week, Bat. But then again, this time…”

Snapped.

light is on.

The office lights came on instantly. Mechanisms on the walls activated, and hidden doors opened. Fully armed henchmen appeared from all sides, surrounding the room.

Each person held a strange mechanical rifle, made of extraterrestrial materials, with an unknown design, and some kind of energy weapon.

Leading the group were four oddly dressed individuals.

The entrance sealed automatically. The hidden steel doors fell, like floodgates blocking a flood. A trap had been set, leaving Batman completely surrounded.

"You don't think you can just swagger in and out of my place forever, do you, Batman?"

Cobb took a puff of his pipe and said slowly.