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The Batplane was gradually approaching Wayne Manor. At this point, Batman still hadn't figured out a way to deal with the two people inside the Batcave.

The atmosphere inside the fighter jet was extremely tense. Even the most talkative Barry Allen Jr. noticed something was wrong from Batman's half-face, which was now just Barry, and silently chatted with the other Barry Allen, their eyes sparkling and their mouths agape.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I have no idea!"

"I felt something was off from the moment I started talking about it!"

"Is it because of this 'Superman'?"

"It shouldn't be..."

"How is she?" Batman's deep voice interrupted the two who were performing a silent play.

"I...I don't know, anyway, I haven't woken up." Little Barry was startled and quickly replied.

"We need to find a place to resupply first, and then drop her off." As he spoke, Batman maneuvered the fighter jet to find a relatively flat spot for landing.

"Why? Can't we just go back to the Batcave? Are we going to abandon her?" Little Barry became agitated upon hearing that they had to leave behind the person they had gone through so much trouble to rescue.

"Has something happened?" Barry Allen asked. "You've been like this ever since you entered the base. Can you tell us what happened?"

"It's nothing serious," Batman said, deliberately trying to sound relaxed. "A few burglars broke into my house, I'm going back to deal with it."

After he finished speaking, the fighter jet landed on the ground.

After helping the two Barries carry the woman out, Batman turned to return to his fighter jet.

However, Barry Jr., with his super speed, had already appeared at the cabin door before him.

"You're going to leave us here? In the middle of nowhere? Just for a few petty thieves?" Little Barry, as always, couldn't control his temper and roared, "Do you think I can't handle a few ordinary people?"

Barry Allen, no longer concerned about the Kryptonian on the ground, rushed forward to stop the agitated Barry Jr., while also trying to persuade Batman.

"Bruce, I think we've been through so much together, we're at least a team," Barry said sincerely. "As a member of the team, you should trust us. We can handle anything together, right?"

"No, you won't do it!" Batman's tone was cold and his refusal was decisive. "Don't even mention someone like you who has no abilities, even him..."

He glanced at Barry, who was glaring at him defiantly. "That's enough. It's decided. You guys stay here and look after her. The sun will be shining here soon; she should be fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, what the two Barries saw was Batman's resolute back as he faced death, and a red and blue bodysuit with a cape that was thrown out before the fighter jet took off.

The cockpit door slammed shut, and the Batfighter roared through the clouds, speeding toward the Bat Cave.

"Has he always been this kind of person?" Little Barry asked, looking up as the fighter jet shrank in his eyes until it disappeared.

Barry Allen, also staring in the direction the fighter jet had departed, mechanically shook his head: "I don't know. I've never known Batman, never known Bruce Wayne..."

On the fighter jet, watching the Batcave gradually enlarge in his field of vision, Batman put aside all his concerns and drove the jet straight in.

The roar of the fighter jet engines startled America, who was frantically using her abilities. She leaned forward, rising from her seat, and exclaimed, "They're back!"

Rosso remained with his eyes closed, seemingly resting, but a slight smile played on his lips: "To be precise, it's 'him' who's back."

The Bat fighter jet came to a stop on the cave's helipad in an extremely abrupt manner.

The cockpit door clicked open, and Batman, dressed in all black, leaped out of the cockpit and landed steadily.

He carried no weapons; he had even taken out the batarangs from the lining of his suit. Only his eyes, hidden behind his mask, remained fixed on Rosso, whose eyes were closed.

"While I welcome you both, however..." Batman struggled to remove the mask that prevented him from turning his neck, and said jokingly, "but isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to touch the things here without the owner's permission?"

"We just dusted you off, we didn't touch your things!" America replied, her voice slightly weak, but she forced a straight neck.

"Even dust, if it's on my territory, is mine. I think you understand that." He paused, his gaze falling on Rosso. "However, why did you deliberately let me overhear your conversation?"

On the way here, he figured it out—since the other party knew about their actions and spoke of extraordinary events like traversing the universe that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, then the other party should also know about the listening and monitoring devices in his bat cave.

If someone knows the truth and speaks out openly, it means they have no malicious intent or don't care. Either way, it's not a bad thing.

The reason they didn't let Barry Allen, whom the other party was waiting for, come back was simply to add an extra layer of insurance.

Upon hearing someone else ask the question, America blurted out without hesitation, "For fun!"

Bruce Wayne's face, which had been slightly smiling, stiffened after hearing those words.

Fun? You made me worry for so long just because it was fun?

However, Bruce remained composed. He was waiting for the answer from the person in question—after all, he was asking the question of the person sitting in the chair with their eyes closed.

The air was silent for a moment before Rosso slowly opened his eyes.

However, instead of answering Bruce's question first, he asked him, "You should be familiar with the multiverse, right?"

Although somewhat dissatisfied, Bruce still responded: "I understand. And I've explained it to both Barries—his so-called time travel is actually the creation of a new timeline with a new past and a new future."

"Very good!" Rosso clasped his hands together. "Now that you understand, I can answer your question. The reason I deliberately let you hear our conversation was to bring you back on your own. There are some things you can know, but Barry Allen cannot."

Upon hearing this, Bruce had a bad feeling: "What is it?"

Rosso stopped playing the riddle-maker and went straight to the point: "It concerns the destruction of your world."

"Destruction? Because of him?" Bruce was a little incredulous—could that seemingly simple-minded man be the culprit behind the world's destruction?

"You could say it's because of him. To be more precise, it's because of the speed power he possesses."

Seeing that he was about to ask what the Speed ​​Force was, Rosso stopped him with a look and continued, "This world was actually created by the Speed ​​Force to prevent Barry Allen from affecting the stability of the multiverse because he attempted to change the absolute point in time."

Therefore, your world is filled with absolute points in time. And your death is just one of those many unchangeable absolute points in time!