I became light in American comics.

Chapter 647 Exchange Magic

"Huh? Soul-swapping magic?"

Upon hearing the news, the old wizard poked his head out of the kitchen. His apron was brightly colored, and his white hair and beard were stained with grease. He seemed to have forgotten that he had once been a wizard.

"Yes, please help us, Grandpa Wizard."

Kara tugged at his apron, pleading for help with a pitiful expression. However, the sight of someone with Batman's face and voice sent a shiver down the spine of even the well-traveled old wizard.

"Alright, alright."

The old wizard instinctively dodged her, rubbing his hands on his apron.

"Heh, I wonder which junior is trying to show off their limited skills before an expert. Just a mere body swap, watch closely."

The old wizard may have lost his magic power and couldn't cast large-scale destructive spells, but his magical knowledge was still among the best in the world. Breaking a curse was no problem for him.

Or at least that's what he said.

Then, he conjured a magic circle, pasted a talisman on it, lit a candle, and muttered something like "Ami Ami Hong" that no one could understand. He gesticulated wildly, like a shaman performing a ritual.

With a series of swift and powerful actions, and a flash of light from the magic circle, the old wizard held his breath, focused, and stood still.

"Yes, it should be done now."

Kara blinked twice and looked down at her soft, white hands.

"It really changed back!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Grandpa Wizard is amazing!"

"Then let's not talk about it."

The old wizard stroked his large beard and then leaned back in a tactical manner.

"What exactly is a legendary wizard?"

Batman transformed back to normal. But as soon as he returned, he suddenly shuddered, let out a muffled groan, and swayed.

"Batman?"

Superman came over and helped him up.

Are you alright?

"fine."

Batman gave Kara a cold, unfriendly glance.

"It's just a broken hand, a sprained ankle, a few broken ribs, a slight concussion, and internal bleeding."

Superman exclaimed in surprise: "You call this nothing?"

This is practically a "fatal flaw" already, isn't it?

As expected, Batman's concept of "nothing's wrong" is a little different from his definition.

Kara quickly realized it was her fault and lowered her head to apologize, "I was wrong, but your body is really hard to use, and your equipment too. By the way, how do you manage to jump around like that without tripping over yourself?"

Having experienced Batman's perspective, she increasingly felt that being able to mingle with the Justice League, a group of seemingly superhuman beings, without superpowers was nothing short of a miracle, something everyone had grown accustomed to. For one thing, when she punched someone, it felt like her own fist was more seriously injured than theirs.

Batman gave a light snort, but didn't say anything. Perhaps he was used to getting bruised and battered on missions, or perhaps he felt it wasn't worth arguing with a young girl.

"It's not over yet. We still haven't found the cause of this accident," Batman said coldly. "We don't know whose or what magic caused this change, nor can we be sure it won't happen again or affect others."

Furthermore, the issue of Superman remains unresolved.

Batman and Kara swapped bodies, but Superman's situation was different. Superman was in the middle of a battle when he suddenly found that all his powers were gone.

"Besides losing your powers, do you sense anything else is wrong?" Batman asked Superman.

The latter shook his head blankly: "No. I feel pretty normal, if you mean by normal standards."

This doesn't feel like when Kryptonite took away my abilities. When I was affected by Kryptonite, I always felt weak and powerless, like...

"It's like having a bad cold and fever," Batman said.

"Uh, a bad cold? Maybe," Superman said. "I've never had a cold."

"Besides, there shouldn't be any Kryptonite left on this planet." Batman frowned. "We can only assume that magic has affected you in some other form."

The old wizard beside him shook his head: "I have no idea about that."

"Oh, right, let me get you an X-ray!" Kara said. "Shen You can heal you no matter what kind of injury you have!"

Before anyone could respond, she had already tried to activate X-ray vision.

But to her surprise, she saw nothing.

"Huh? That's strange. It's usually very accurate."

Kara frowned. She squinted, trying to concentrate more on activating her X-ray vision.

"what!"

She suddenly felt a headache, as if a bolt of lightning had struck her head.

She immediately felt that X's vision had disappeared.

It was as if she had flipped the switch herself just now.

"What?" Superman asked.

"It's nothing. I just have a bit of a headache," she said blankly.

Batman asked in a deep voice, "You guys get headaches all the time?"

No, they never will.

Shen You entered the room.

"You need further examination."

"Huh? But I feel better now." Kara pouted. "It's probably just a bit of a magic side effect, you know, my body just really hates magic."

"And didn't you also see that the magical fluctuations around us disappeared?"

Like many children, Kara also hates having physical exams.

"It's temporarily gone, but we can't rule out the possibility that the effects haven't left any trace," Shen You said.

"All right."

"Clark, stay behind for a while too," Shen You said. "I can sense that although the phenomena you're exhibiting are different, the magic that's affecting you might originate from the same source."

"Okay." Superman nodded.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." Batman had already retreated to the window. "Gotham needs me. Robin and I have work tonight."

He seems to have fully recovered.

"Of course," Shen You said casually, "but try not to go too far. If the situation changes, you might need to come back."

That's true, but Batman doesn't usually leave Gotham anyway. Besides, even if he did go far away, it wouldn't be a big problem; there's hardly anywhere on Earth that Shen You could consider far.

Batman didn't answer, and leaped out of the window.

Twenty minutes later, he and Robin were already scaling walls and leaping between Gotham's gloomy buildings and dripping spouts.

He felt that he hadn't had any good luck today.

A girl has gone missing, but he doesn't have many leads. There's not even a driver's license record, as if she never existed.

But this wasn't the first time he'd hit a dead end during his investigations. So, as usual, he needed to go out for some fresh air, do other work, and clear his head.

"You said last year you'd teach me Jiu-Jitsu!"

Robin swung back while holding onto the rope, chattering like a little bird.

"You said it was essential! That's exactly what you said. Okay, so you weren't even listening to me, were you?"

Batman suddenly landed on a dripping spout, his brow furrowing.

He heard a sound.

"The inventory here is enough to fight World War III."

A man's voice, so clear it was as if it were right next to my ear.

"Maybe enough for a fourth and fifth time, maybe even a sixth."

The man was still talking.

But they were on the roof of a building dozens of meters high in Gotham, and all around them was dark and empty.

"Batman, what's wrong?" Robin asked curiously as she landed beside him.

"Did you hear that?"