What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 98 The Female Warrior, the Future Seen by Doctor Fate.

Amidst the powerful roar of engines, two beams of light pierced through the iron curtain of darkness, shining directly onto Hawkman and the others who were talking in hushed tones.

next moment.

A long, angular car, entirely matte charcoal black, was parked at an angle in front of the group, raindrops splashing around it.

"Click!"

The heavy car door is hydraulically lifted upwards quickly.

Bruce slowly stepped out of the cramped, dark carriage.

The dark cloak was slightly fluttered by the night rain and breeze.

His eyes were serious as he scanned the unfamiliar visitors one by one.

A deep, cold voice rang out: "Who are you? What are you doing in Gotham in the middle of the night?"

Hawkman paused, then said, "Gotham? Our destination is Metropolis. Also, who are you?"

"Batman!"

Bruce looked suspicious: "The Metropolis is next door, you've come to the wrong place."

"I knew something felt off."

The Atom Smasher chimed in.

Hawkman still seemed somewhat skeptical.

Because the location of this destination was determined by Doctor Fate.

The other party cannot possibly make a mistake.

He turned back to the plane, turned on the navigation system, and saw the words "Metropolis" clearly displayed.

After a two-second silence, Hawkman's fingers quickly tapped across the touchscreen.

Soon, amidst a series of hissing sounds, Metropolis was transformed into Gotham.

Hawkman's face immediately turned ashen. He remained silent for a few seconds, then took out his phone, preparing to dial Doctor Fate's number.

Just as he was about to press the call button, a dazzling golden light flashed past him, and Dr. Fate, Kent Nelson, wearing a magnificent suit of golden armor, stepped out from the opened portal.

"Mr. Nelson, what exactly are you doing? We're going to Metropolis, not Gotham."

Hawkman, his eyes red, struggled to control his emotions: "Why did you change the location without my permission, without even informing me? As your partner of many years, you should know very well what Ninth Metal means to me and Sheila!"

At this critical juncture, time is money, and he needs to catch that despicable robber as soon as possible.

"Kent, I need an explanation. Tell me why."

Hawkman slammed his fist into the cabin, panting heavily as he looked out over Gotham City at night.

Looking at the emotionally charged Hawkman, who was adorned in dazzling gold that was almost blinding under the lights, Doctor Fate remained silent for a few seconds before sighing, "Because I saw a glimpse of the future."

"What?"

Hawkman frowned and instinctively turned to look at Doctor Fate.

"I saw deathly silence and despair. From more than 378,000 different timelines, I saw completely different story directions, and—the same future outcome."

Doctor Fate's voice was low and somber, his face etched with sorrow as he looked at Hawkman. His voice was no longer as calm as before: "We arrived in Metropolis and successfully found the culprit. A fierce battle ensued. And then—you died there."

As he spoke, Kent Nelson pointed at Hawkman. "His head was completely ripped off. Perhaps I'm not describing it perfectly, but it was like kicking a ball."

Then, his gaze fell on the Atom Crusher and Cyclone outside the plane: "The two of them, one was crushed to pieces by brute force, and the other perished in the raging flames."

"In all the future paths I've glimpsed, every single one of the remaining members of the Justice Society will perish."

Just as Hawkman and his crew were leaving the manor.

Through Naboo's helmet.

Doctor Fate passively witnessed countless timelines that ultimately led to destruction.

The dark red sunlight hung heavily on the horizon, staining the entire sky crimson, pouring aimlessly onto the earth, carrying whispers of nothingness and ending.

The cape behind the one who stole Hawkman's Ninth Metal fluttered in the wind.

He hovered in mid-air like a god, looking down at the distance.

At his feet lay a head with a ferocious and resentful expression. Although its eyes had lost their luster, they still retained the last vestiges of pain and disbelief it had felt in its life.

That's Hawkman's head.

It was easily plucked off, like trash thrown to the ground.

Not far away.

The massive body of the Atom Crusher was torn in two by another figure dressed in a blue-black bodysuit and wearing a red cloak, who slowly descended from the sky. The Atom Crusher fell heavily into the ruins amidst a rain of blood.

The whirlwind girl was restrained by another woman with somewhat purple eyes.

The other party exuded a terrifying aura of dark magic, and touching its source even made him feel a little trembling.

The other party had a cold look in his eyes and summoned a sky full of black flames, burning Maxin alive.

He considered hundreds of thousands of possibilities and saw even more scenarios, but the final result was almost fixed.

"You could have just told me."

Hawkman remained silent for a long time before he could barely process this information.

His brow furrowed, and his harsh tone softened slightly: "Although I stubbornly stand by my beliefs, I would never gamble my team's lives on a battle destined for defeat. Ninth Metal can be investigated further, but those two children's lives are precious and irreplaceable."

"So Gotham is the only variable you've been searching for?"

"Yes."

"The known timelines all eventually lead to destruction, but in Gotham, I see a glimmer of hope to break free from this fateful destiny."

"Who is it?" Hawkman asked.

"It's him."

Doctor Fate looked down at Batman, who was confronting Atom Smash and Whirlwind Girl under the rain.

"he?"

Hawkman looked somewhat suspicious.

"Let's go, perhaps we should get to know this Mr. Bruce Wayne first."

Dr. Fate opened the airplane door.

"Thomas Wayne's son? He's become a vigilante?"

Hawkman narrowed his eyes slightly.

As one of the very elite at the top of the wealth pyramid, he naturally knew about the Wayne family, who were known as the richest family in the world.

In some ways, Bruce Wayne is actually quite similar to Hawkman.

First, both are top billionaires with unlimited funds to support their vigilante operations; Bruce controls the Wayne Group's multinational business empire.

Carter has lived for five thousand years, accumulating a vast collection of treasures, antiques, and rare minerals from ancient Egyptian dynasties and various civilizations, and owns large tracts of real estate and private properties.

Secondly, they are all willing to spend money regardless of cost to create their own exclusive combat equipment.

Furthermore, one is burdened with eternal suffering, while the other is bound by past tragedies.

Finally, they all enjoy collecting global intelligence and information files on superhumans.

"Hello, Mr. Bruce Wayne."

As he stepped off the plane, Doctor Fate smiled and reached out to Batman.

"Mr. Nelson, you've finally arrived."

Upon seeing Dr. Fate, Atom Smasher and Cyclone quickly greeted him.

They held Dr. Fate in extremely high esteem, even bordering on worship.

Aside from the predetermined nature of fate itself, Mr. Nelson can be considered the spiritual pillar and ultimate decision-maker of the Justice Society, and the kindness emanating from Dr. Fate makes them feel particularly close to him.

Do you know me?

Beneath the bat-helmet, Bruce stared wide-eyed, his expression one of disbelief.

Looking at this human who seemed to radiate a divine light transcending the mundane world, he narrowed his eyes: "You've been watching me from the shadows? Who are you?"

"Child, we haven't been watching you all along; it's a gift from fate that has revealed your identity to me. As for me, you can call me Dr. Fate."

"You're the founder of the Justice Society, Doctor Fate?" Bruce's expression immediately froze.

He had heard of this.

It originated during the war years.

He once greatly admired this organization.

It's unbelievable that after so much time, it still exists, and even the original founder is still alive.

"Exactly."

Doctor Fate nodded slightly, the golden Naboo helmet gleaming warmly in the rainy night. He said in a calm tone, "Everyone thinks that the Justice Society has long since vanished into the dust of history with the smoke of World War II, becoming yellowed archives in museums and legends told by the older generation."

But child, time, for us, is merely a river we can flow upstream from. As long as the threads of fate remain unbroken, we have never truly left.

"We have strayed from our planned path to Gotham tonight because we have encountered an unprecedented catastrophe. This person has stolen from us a cosmic material called the Ninth Metal, which possesses infinite possibilities."

"Dr. Fate said slowly."

As he spoke, to Bruce's astonishment, his fingers formed a complex golden hand seal in the air.

The hand seal then transformed into a rushing golden river, with several brief, flowing images flashing across its surface.

It's a scene of Lucas battling Hawkman and Hawkgirl.

With the help of fate's gifts.

Doctor Fate paid a price to reproduce the scene from the river of time.

This is the limit.

"That figure—"

Upon seeing the towering figure with its red and green hues and enormous wings, Batman's expression instantly turned extremely solemn.

He could not forget that figure.

Just like how I can't forget those eerie bats in my dreams that were laughing maniacally.

After a long silence, Bruce removed his Batman helmet, staring intently at the scrolling images before him, and said, word by word, "Have you heard of the League of Assassins?"

"That ancient organization that had been passed down for hundreds of years and controlled the underworld in the name of Shadow Warriors—was destroyed by this figure not long ago."

"The other side killed the leader of the Assassin's Guild, the Ten Great Assassins, and turned the Assassin's Guild headquarters into a bloodbath."

All of this was simply to seize the Lhasa Road Pool!

"They even stole the Lhasa Road Pool? It seems things are worse than I thought."

Dr. Fate was surprised by this and his tone became serious.

The Naboo helmet's glimpse into the future was not something he could actively control; rather, it was a passive flashback.

He was unaware of this.

As for the pool on Lhasa Road.

Doctor Fate, of course, knew.

It was a magical liquid.

It can heal all injuries, even bring people back to life, and grant them a long lifespan.

"They first stole the Pool of Lhasa Road, and then they stole the Ninth Metal. What exactly are they trying to do?" The Atom Crusher frowned.

He is not good at thinking.

So this question is actually directed at Dr. Fate.

"Regardless of what they intend to do, judging from their behavior, they are an extremely dangerous entity. They have no principles, no bottom line, and most importantly, they have no qualms about killing."

Hawkman walked to the center of the crowd and looked at everyone: "And killing is the most core and most direct basis for judging villains and heroes."

The other side possesses immense power, yet it cannot be controlled. For a race that yearns for peace, this is absolutely unacceptable.

As soon as he finished speaking, Batman couldn't help but glance at Carter, whose view of not killing coincided with his own.

"What are your plans next?" Bruce asked.

"alliance!"

Doctor Fate looked at the distant mountain silhouettes: "The opponent is very strong, and perhaps has equally formidable allies."

Therefore, we are looking for more super beings to join our ranks.

As for targets, besides you.

There was also a magical warrior from the Third World—coincidentally, I knew that powerful lady.

"Oh, who is it? Where is it?"

Bruce leaned against the Batmobile with one hand and spoke instinctively.

Doctor Fate didn't answer, but instead extended his hand to Bruce: "This battle requires more power and more time to build up. I hope you can join us then."

"Perhaps. But the future is full of uncertainties." Bruce raised his hand and grasped Doctor Fate's hand.

Smallville, a suburb.

The Kryptonite research base that Lucas previously spent a lot of money to build.

With no expense spared in its investment, the entire research base exudes a cold, futuristic technological feel.

A seamless, matte silver-black alloy wall runs through the entire underground level, with frameless holographic screens of varying sizes floating in mid-air, displaying pale blue data.

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The entire space has almost no exposed wiring, and all equipment is embedded in the walls and underground, maintaining a constant temperature and dust-free environment.

In each research area.

Researchers of all kinds, dressed in white coats, hurried along, each performing their duties.

Several years.

The research base's study on kryptonite has undoubtedly reached a new level.

Besides the combat suits that could effectively block infrared detection of the human body at the beginning, there are also protective suits based on Krypton as the core, which can resist long-term nuclear radiation, Kryptonite bullets, Kryptonite daggers, sprays, etc.

The most significant research achievement is a kryptonite-powered armor that is five or six meters tall.

Thanks to a specially designed power transmission device, the armor can continuously supply energy from kryptonite that far exceeds that of Earth's matter.

It provides the armor with power output that surpasses conventional technology, including but not limited to physical output of up to tens of tons and long-range laser output, and can also generate a specially made "kryptonite radiation field".

At the same time, the power armor was also covered with dense tattoos made of kryptonite.

When activated, these kryptonite tattoos allow the armor to enter stealth mode and gain the ability to penetrate physical barriers.

However, this incredible ability cannot be sustained, as each use consumes a large amount of kryptonite tattoos.

Once it's worn out, re-getting it won't have any effect.

During the operation, sometimes the armor will get stuck in the wall due to the sudden disappearance of the kryptonite tattoo.

However, its merits outweigh its flaws.

However, due to the extremely high cost of this armor and the exceptionally precise materials required, only two have been built so far.

As for the mutation of life forms, there has not been much progress so far.

After all, Krypton radiation has a strong rejection effect on the genetic induction of carbon-based life on Earth.

It requires an extremely delicate balance.

Forced fusion will only lead to cell collapse.

This can lead to various tumors and cancers.

Lucas knew that haste makes waste, so he could only temporarily shift his focus back to the practical testing and data collection of the existing kryptonite equipment.

Like those people in the town who were mutated by Kryptonite.

Although they gained incredible abilities, the side effects were also significant, even far exceeding the mutation abilities provided by Kryptonite.

This clearly does not meet Lucas's requirements.

What he needs are mutants like those in the X-Men.