American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Chapter 415 Batman is furious, and the consequences are severe.

Undoubtedly, that bone broth angered Bruce. He barely cared how Rune had found his true identity. In order to get Barbara back on her feet as quickly as possible, he even went home early and relinquished command of the Justice League.

That's right, this potion made a control freak relinquish his command.

One can only imagine Batman's feelings at that moment. Barbara and Jason were children he could never forget, nor could he face them honestly.

But what about the result?

Batman returned to the Batcave and repeatedly tested and verified various methods, but the final conclusion was that the so-called potion was essentially just a bowl of soup.

A bowl of stewed bone broth.

But Rune guessed this, and he did it on purpose.

If Batman really would casually give Barbara this drug of unknown origin, then Rune would seriously doubt whether the person hiding behind the mask is really Bruce Wayne.

He will definitely try to find out the ingredients of this potion through various channels.

Batman might feed the potion to the mice, but Bruce would never feed it to Barbara without waiting a long time.

In the real world, the development of a drug requires multiple phases of clinical trials. Considering that Barbara is now almost used to using a wheelchair, Batman can certainly afford to wait.

That's the kind of reaction Rune wanted; otherwise, how would he find amusement?

Even without him, Barbara would have stood up soon, though the process would have been more painful. Rune only brought forward the time when Barbara stood up a little bit, and it did not violate the agreement with Dr. Manhattan.

"Are you doubting me?" Rune sat down and smiled at Bruce. His handsome face was enough to make most people overlook Rune's mistakes.

When he was still in that orphanage, Rune learned how to turn his appearance into a weapon; otherwise, such a beautiful child like him would easily be—well.

Perhaps it was because of his face that Rune often encountered people offering rides, both men and women. However, since Rune came to Kent Farm, he hasn't made much use of his appearance.

However, this majority obviously does not include Bruce; Batman is not the kind of man who would abandon an attack because of an enemy's beauty.

Supervillains like Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn are all beautiful, but Batman doesn't care about their pretty faces at all. He'll still beat them up with his fists and then throw them into Blackgate or Arkham Asylum.

Sometimes, Batman will even take advantage of certain villains' weakness for beauty and deliver a brutal blow to their faces.

The despicable Bruce did not sit down. He looked down at Rune from a superior position and said, "This is not doubt, it is questioning."

"Perhaps you should wear your bat mask and speak to me in that deep voice; that might scare me." Rune said with some regret. He was actually quite confident in his face, especially with the help of magic.

For a sorcerer of the Celestial level, let alone beauty treatments, even changing races is just a matter of a thought. Loki in Marvel was able to change between male and female very early on, and Odin also changed into a woman once.

Even if Rune himself didn't intentionally use magic to beautify himself, the magic he bestowed upon his will would still subtly enhance Rune's appearance. Who would refuse to become handsome?

Bruce shook his head, quickly calming himself down, at least outwardly. "You said this potion could make Barbara stand up again, but you lied."

“No, this potion can indeed help her stand up,” Rune countered. “I know you must have analyzed this potion using scientific methods, and while the results may not have been entirely satisfactory, at least you can confirm whether it’s poisonous, right?”

Bruce remained silent, sat down on the sofa, and did not refute.

Indeed, the potion the other party gave him was just a bottle of bone broth, without any toxic ingredients. The only problem was that the fat and purine content in this bone broth was somewhat excessive.

"Then why don't you try drinking it first?" Rune asked with a smile. "If I'm not mistaken, you still have a broken bone that hasn't fully healed, right?"

As Batman, Bruce Wayne often gets himself covered in injuries. Conservatively speaking, he has broken more than three bones on average, and that only includes what happened during the New 52.

Although both the Amazonian panacea and the Kryptonian medical pod have the ability to treat fractures, considering Batman's habit of patrolling at night and his ordinary physical condition, Bruce should already have several fractures.

Just then, Afu stepped out of the shadows.

"Sir, perhaps I can do it for you—"

Bruce shook his head, rejecting his butler's suggestion.

He didn't care how Rune knew his identity as Batman, because many villains in Gotham knew it.

In Gotham, being a villain is a tough job. Even if you're incredibly powerful, if you're stupid and haven't found a good leader, you might end up dead in the street the next day.

Unlike the rogue gang in Central City, whose villains wouldn't last three days in Gotham, no normal person would attempt to attack a superhuman who is fast enough to reverse time with a boomerang.

You agree, right, Captain Boomerang?

Because he's sharp-witted, Gotham's villains rarely attempt to kidnap Alfred. This old man has undergone rigorous military training, and he'll make any fool who underestimates him pay the price.

But no matter how old and vigorous you are, you can't drink this kind of drug of unknown origin!

So Batman chose to take out the bowl of white bone broth from the cabinet in his study—or, as it could be called, a potion?

"Would you like me to heat it up?" Rune asked, flames erupting from his hand. "Drinking it cold might make your mouth feel a bit sore."

He wasn't saying that out of kindness. Bruce is notoriously stubborn and loves to show off, like a mule. Once Batman has made up his mind, nothing can sway him. If it weren't for this personality, the Metal Event might never have happened.

Rune was certain that Batman wouldn't accept his good intentions after he said that. He didn't believe that Batman was only drinking it because he had already checked the liquid's ingredients and because of his guilt towards Barbara.

Of course, there's also the fearlessness of being able to summon a Kansas farm boy instantly simply by shouting.

However, before Rune arrived, the farm boy was flirting with the island girl, and he probably couldn't hear what Batman was saying.

Bruce, of course, had no idea that Rune would think so much about disgusting things. He just snorted and, as Rune had planned, pulled off the cork and took a big gulp.

So cloying!

The first thing Bruce thought when he drank it was that the cold soup made his mouth feel like it was filled with tiny fat particles that had solidified due to the low temperature, and that feeling was very unpleasant.

In addition, he can easily feel the cold liquid passing through his esophagus and into his stomach.

Perhaps this monk or Afu should really heat it up; drinking it like this is indeed somewhat disgusting.

But soon, a warm current emanated from his stomach, spreading evenly around his body like the sun. It was a feeling that was hard to describe in words, and Bruce felt quite comfortable. He involuntarily squinted his eyes.

It was like basking in the sun, even though sunny days are very rare in Gotham City.

But the situation quickly took a turn for the worse.