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Chapter 649 Super Bat

Macbeth.

A story about witches, cauldrons, traps, and trouble is well-known to Westerners.

"Magic," Batman said irritably. "Are you trying to tell us that the witches in Macbeth really existed?"

"Who knows?" Shen You shrugged. "We already know that Greek mythology is real, and some records of the Alliance's recent activities suggest that there may be other mythological systems in Norse mythology that are also true."

Clearly, the magic in this world is connected to some form of creative fantasy. Or perhaps the creator simply drew inspiration from rumors and anecdotes they had heard before when creating the fiction?

Batman remained silent, seemingly unable to refute the argument at the moment.

"I also found some rumors, but they were recorded in the museum." Shen You continued to scroll through the text on the screen. "It says that the brooch can fulfill people's deepest desires."

If you have indeed been affected by this thing.

"So, the changes that happened to us later were actually our wishes?"

Kara was shocked, and the tuft of hair on her forehead immediately stood up again.

"Okay, I did fantasize about being Batman being cool, but I never actually wanted to become one. Besides, even if I did, why would Batman become me?"

Suddenly startled by her own thought, she jumped back a step away from Batman, looking at him with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"Could it be that you actually harbor a secret desire to cross-dress!?"

At first glance, it seemed absurd, but then she realized that Batman was inherently an unpredictable character, and she could never truly understand what he was thinking. His habit of dressing up as Batman and running around all night was already strange enough; compared to that, cross-dressing seemed almost normal.

Batman merely stared at her coldly, his voice remaining completely flat: "Then how do you explain the Superman phenomenon?"

Kara immediately deflated.

Indeed, not only did they swap souls, but Superman also lost all his fighting power and shows no signs of recovery. And somehow, although the old wizard swapped her and Batman's souls back, her abilities seem to have been transferred to his body as well.

The old wizard frowned and studied the situation for a long time, but finally shrugged and said he had no solution.

He said this was no longer a simple soul-swapping spell, but rather the influence of some higher-level and more complex magic. He was powerless to help if the root cause couldn't be found; the only solution was to locate the person or thing causing the influence.

"I will inform my colleagues on the magic side and use their intelligence network to find the brooch."

As the meeting adjourned, Batman said this before flying away.

"You must regain your superpowers as soon as possible, especially Superman. The longer you disappear, the worse it will be for the entire world situation."

After saying that, he flew away.

Yes, by flying. It seems he no longer needs the tricks of walking on his knees or disappearing in the blink of an eye, nor does he need equipment like grappling hooks or hang gliders.

Now, Batman is faster than a bullet.

This is not good news for Gotham's criminals and lunatics.

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"What?"

Inside the Batcave, Robin stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

"You're planning to patrol alone? I can drive the Batmobile, or the Batmobile, and follow you on the ground."

"You can't keep up, Robin."

Batman, shrouded in a cape, floated in mid-air and spoke indifferently.

"I won't stop tonight. Starting from this river, I'm going to search every corner of this city. You can't keep up with me."

He wasn't exaggerating, nor was he joking.

It wasn't until he got used to these superpowers, and Superman taught him how to use each skill, that Batman realized this was exactly what he had always needed.

He has meditated, studied, and even used medication, but his body and mind still need rest, food, and sleep.

But now he doesn't need to. Now he can work 24/7 without sleep.

In the past, he had used every means at his disposal to try to control the entire city. Wayne Enterprises' technology, the city-wide Bat Network, the surveillance system, the eavesdropping on police, fire, and ambulance channels, and his and Robin's relentless efforts.

Even so, every night there were still places he couldn't patrol, crimes he couldn't punish, and victims he couldn't protect. Gotham was just too big, and he was only a mortal.

No longer.

Tonight, he's going to thoroughly clean the city, giving Gotham an unprecedented deep clean.

Because tonight, he is no longer an ordinary man.

He did it tonight.

"."

Overnight, Batman became the talk of the town in Gotham City, from news media and newspapers to people's after-dinner conversations.

They suddenly stormed into the gang's headquarters, forcibly breaking through despite the firepower of a platoon.

This doesn't refer to his previous style, where he appeared and disappeared unpredictably, relying on stealth and assassination to break through defenses, giving people a sense of fear akin to facing a ghost.

No, this time it's not like that.

This time, the criminals faced utter power, like facing a demon reborn from the ashes, and felt a deep sense of powerlessness overwhelmed by that domineering force.

The firepower of an entire company bounced off him. Some people witnessed him catching an RPG rocket with his bare hands, which then exploded in his hand.

He practically caught the point-blank explosion with his face, then clapped his hands and emerged from the smoke. His indifferent gaze seemed to ask, "That's it?"

Another group of unlucky guys, speeding away in their car, encountered Batman chasing them from behind. The latter landed on the hood and single-handedly dismantled their sports car into a pile of junkyard scrap.

On the roof of Gotham City Police Department, under the Bat-Spotlight, Gordon leisurely lit a cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring in the light.

"They say Batman is faster," he said casually. "They say he's faster than a bullet, more powerful than an engine."

Do you believe it?

"Anyway, those twenty-five prisons that are already overflowing believe it."

Gordon turned his head to look behind him. Batman was hovering there, illuminated by the Bat-lights.

"Your new trick is amazing. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"It's hard to explain, but it works so far, that's good enough," Batman said.

"I have to admit, this is the first time in Gotham City Police Department history that the phones haven't rung all night. No one called the police, no one caused any trouble. The rats were terrified."

"That's to be expected, but it's not over yet."

"Batman said in a deep voice."

"Usually I would ignore those rats once they escaped Gotham, because I don't have time to chase them all down. But that won't be the case anymore."

Even if they flee to the ends of the earth, I will bring them back.

Now, drugs are flooding the streets of Gotham. New varieties, stronger, and more addictive. Keep your people on high alert.

He gained altitude, preparing to fly away.

"I'm going to cut off its source."

At this very moment, on the island of Santa Priscilla, inside a luxurious building.

Completely unaware of the impending disaster, Bain was raising a glass to his guests.

"Gentlemen, toast to our business! Toast to the thriving black market that makes us so rich!"

(End of this chapter)