I became light in American comics.

Chapter 648 Ability Transfer

At first, Batman thought it might be a hallucination.

"Hurry up and load everything into the car. Once we have the money, we'll all go our separate ways."

A man was shouting, his voice sounding somewhat rough.

He crouched at the edge of the building, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. It didn't take long for him to realize that the sound was coming from ten blocks away, hidden in an inconspicuous warehouse among a cluster of dark buildings.

When he tried to focus in that direction, everything seemed to become clear in his eyes. It was as if his eyeballs began to adjust automatically, like a telescope, clearly marking the building on his retina.

Next came the building's exterior walls, four feet of old city bricks, reinforced concrete inside, tiny cracks, every single particle so clearly visible.

He saw the people inside.

The source of the voice was a burly man carrying a submachine gun. In his eyes, the human figure even briefly transformed into a skeleton, complete with muscle tissue and moving organs, blood surging in its veins.

He couldn't help but wonder if he was still in the Bat Cave. Maybe he was just too tired and had fallen asleep in the chair.

Until Robin's voice caught up from behind.

"Hey, why are you running so fast? Are we in a race or something?"

Robin was panting heavily.

Batman then came to his senses. He looked away, glanced at Robin with a complicated expression, and said, "Six thugs, cheaply hired desperados, are smuggling weapons."

"Huh?" Robin was stunned. "How did you know?"

"action."

Without further explanation, he unfurled his cloak and leaped down.

His wind-swept cloak carried him gliding, but he felt lighter than usual, though it might have been just his imagination. The winds of Gotham seemed even more turbulent, allowing him to fly faster.

He brought his feet together, and the thick glass shattered beneath his boots. Before the mob's first gasp could even fall, he had already sent one of them flying.

"Wow, you knew the situation so accurately from a mile away? How did you do that?"

Robin flew in after him, his face full of admiration.

"Forget about Jiu-Jitsu, you absolutely have to teach me how to do this."

Five men collapsed instantly. The remaining man cursed and pulled a rocket launcher from the smuggled arms.

His companion, who was lying on the ground with a missing tooth, exclaimed in shock, "Are you crazy? Put that thing down! Please don't—"

But the guy up there clearly didn't hear him, or maybe he did but didn't care. He had already hoisted the rocket launcher and aimed it in Batman's direction.

Batman turned around and saw it.

He had at least ten ways to respond. He had the opportunity to disarm before the shelling began and to dodge the attack.

But he didn't.

Because in that instant, he heard a sound.

The sound of the trigger being pulled, followed by the shell leaving the barrel. That roar was like flipping a switch, opening the floodgates of his senses. Countless sounds surged in, suddenly filling his mind.

A constant buzzing sound—that was the sound of Gotham. Countless voices—conversations, screams, cries, and the roar of car engines.

The Dark Knight covered his ears and knelt on the ground. Rockets streaked towards him, leaving trails of black smoke, but he simply knelt and did nothing.

boom!

The bullet hit him squarely. Robin could hardly believe his eyes. He kicked the idiot carrying the rocket launcher to the ground, then screamed in terror, "Batman!"

He idolized Batman and always believed his mentor was omnipotent. But even so, he knew a fundamental truth: Batman was also made of flesh and blood.

No armor or fiber can withstand a direct hit from a rocket launcher; there is absolutely no chance of survival after such a shot.

But then he and the criminals were shocked to see what happened next.

Within the curtain of flames, the bat's silhouette emerged, bathed in the raging fire like a demon with skin of bronze and bones of iron. The bat mark on its chest was licked by the flames, yet remained unharmed, as if reborn from the ashes.

"What?!" Robin was dumbfounded.

The thugs were also terrified.

Who the hell spread the rumor that Batman is human?

This is what you call human?!

It seems that after tonight, the legend of Batman in Gotham City will have another chapter added to its story.

However, I am just as confused as the onlookers right now.

But he had a guess.

The effects of daytime magic. It might seem that the lingering effects only affect the two Kryptonians, but that's not actually the case.

The magic's effects on him continued, albeit in an unexpected way.

Late at night.

"The trick to thermal vision is to keep your eyes as wide open as possible when you are facing multiple targets at the same time."

Superman patiently explained.

"The burning sensation in your eyes indicates that the heat vision is about to be released; you can release it when you feel it's almost done."

brush--

Two blazing beams of light shot from Batman's eyes, sweeping across a row of Kryptonian training robots. The robots instantly shattered like butter sliced ​​by a hot knife, pulverizing on the spot.

"Very good. Next is freezing breaths. You take a deep breath, hold it for a few seconds, and imagine your lungs freezing it into ice. Try to find that feeling."

Okay, if you feel you're cold enough, then release. Now exhale.

Batman blew out a breath, and another large number of Kryptonian robots were frozen into ice sculptures.

"very good."

Superman stood with his hands on his hips, his gratified expression like that of a teacher seeing his students make rapid progress.

"However, your breath doesn't necessarily have to be frozen. Try inhaling again, this time imagining it forming a storm inside your body. The longer you exhale as you let it swirl and release, the stronger the wind will be."

Batman exhaled another breath. The gust of wind, as if carrying a thousand sharp blades, instantly cleaved a group of robots into countless holes.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Superman exclaimed. "You learned much faster than I did back then."

Kara pouted beside him, "Rather than teaching him how to use his abilities, I'd rather find my own."

"Of course, that's the ultimate goal. But considering that Batman has unexpectedly become the only one among us with the ability, and I don't want the world to be without Superman..."

"So I'll be covering for you for a few days."

Batman tossed aside the broken robot head he was holding and nimbly flew to them.

"Sorry for breaking your robot."

"It's alright, Lonely Fortress can recycle these scraps; they'll regenerate." Superman smiled. "How do you feel?"

"How do I feel? I'm incredibly energetic, it's a strange kind of feeling."

Batman remained expressionless.

"I haven't slept or eaten. I'm neither sleepy nor hungry. It took me a long time to figure out how to reduce my daily sleep to three or four hours, but now I can go without sleep at will."

He turned to look at the experimental table behind him.

"Have you found the cause?"

"Hmm, maybe."

A high-speed afterimage of Shen You is there, his chin resting on his hand.

"The museum where you fought the magic statues has taken inventory, and apart from the statues that were destroyed and suddenly went berserk, they only lost one thing."

"What?"

"A brooch."

Shen You reached out and made a light gesture, and the projection of the brooch appeared in mid-air.

"An antique, but now it might even be a magical artifact. Records say it first appeared several centuries ago in Could Castle in Scotland. You might have heard of it, though."

Macbeth.

(End of this chapter)