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Chapter 91 · Steve: This world is too crazy

Reading the letter his father left him, even if Bruce was slow to react, he now more or less realized who the kiss mark on the first letter came from.

To be fair, Bruce had long since accepted the current reality. Although Bruce wasn't a fantasist, seeing others enjoying themselves always made him feel a little weary.

Sometimes, Bruce envied Clark. Not because of Clark's strength, but because of his parents... Fortunately, Bruce had gotten used to his current life and had also gotten used to using darkness as a camouflage for his bat-like appearance.

But now, looking at the letter, at the initial somewhat reluctant handwriting, stiff as his stern father in his memory, and then at the later, more genuine emotions revealed in the writing, Bruce found himself smiling for some reason.

Although they came from another world, just as Thomas and Martha in that other world were desperately trying to make Bruce happy, Bruce in this world was also genuinely delighted to see their greetings.

But... Batman is Batman after all. After the initial joy subsided, he began to ponder—what did Ron mean by "my son Damian"?

When did I have my son?

Bruce fell into thought.

Unlike Clark, Superman is a side job for Clark, born from his yearning for the good in humanity. If Clark were truly forced to choose between being Superman and being Clark the Reporter, he would most likely choose the latter. This is because Clark doesn't want to lose his family; he deeply loves them.

But Bruce is different. For Bruce, the playboy Bruce is just a disguise; from that night in Crime Alley, the young Bruce was already dead. What lived on was the shadow of revenge known as Batman.

In such situations, even if it's necessary to disguise it, Bruce would take precautions—not to pour chili oil into used condoms, but to clean them up promptly afterward.

Unfortunately, cases of people getting pregnant using condoms used by wealthy individuals and then extorting large sums of child support are commonplace in chaotic places like Gotham.

Damian in this letter...

Wait, it can't be...

Recalling his passionate night with the Assassins, Bruce involuntarily clenched his fists. A serious look appeared in his eyes, and after a moment of thought, he took a deep breath, deciding that a thorough investigation was necessary.

If it was due to an unexpected encounter with those models, then Bruce would at most secretly support them to live a wonderful and affluent life. But if it was a kid from a godforsaken place like the Guild of Assassins…

Damn it, Reshogu and Talia will definitely train that child into a heartless, violent killing machine!

As he thought this, Bruce also gasped, but before launching an investigation, he took out the second letter.

The envelope was unmarked; upon opening it, a card with a smiley face drawn on it came into view. Turning it over, it clearly read, "Grand Prize: Parents' Voucher (Not Expired)."

A slight twitch appeared at the corner of Bruce's mouth. In the past, this might have fueled his anger. But after glancing at the letter from his parents in the other world, Bruce surprisingly felt little resentment. He simply wondered to himself—this must be the Ron his father had mentioned? Truly a difficult-to-describe fellow.

Thinking it over, Bruce carefully put away his parents' letters, then looked at the voucher and decided to put it away as well—though he was a little speechless, he'd still like to thank them if he had the chance.

While thinking, Bruce took out the USB drive that the Flash had given him, scanned it on the backup machine, and only watched it on the second-hand machine after confirming that there were no viruses.

Meanwhile, upon hearing Barbara say that Batman had been exposed to laughing gas, Drake was slightly taken aback and said hesitantly, "Really? When Batman captured the Joker before, the Joker surrendered quickly. Even if he had laughing gas, it shouldn't be acting up now."

Have you ever seen Batman suddenly laugh like that? And then he laughs and cries at the same time?

"……No."

The third Robin, Drake, stroked his chin and said, "I think... it might be some kind of latent toxin? Hmm, I remember Scarecrow researching this stuff. I heard he worked with the Joker before, so it might be this!"

"We have to find a way to save Batman!" Barbara nodded seriously and said, "We need to find a way to stimulate Batman's mind with similar poison gas."

"Stimulate Batman's spirit? That's going to be tough. He could probably find a hundred ways to provoke us, but for us to provoke him... we'd better come up with a good idea."

"I'll contact Grayson first. He's in Brudhaven now and should be able to provide some useful information!"

"good!"

Marvel Base Universe.

Crouching on the rooftop, Daredevil Matt's eyes were closed, but the scenery around him was projected directly into his mind through his incredibly sharp senses.

Because of the blood therapy, Matt's senses are now several times more acute than before. His mental world now not only perceives a wider range of things, but also possesses color, making it, in some ways, even more effective than his eyes. However, he still needs to open his eyes when necessary—this even allows Matt to directly see the flow of energy.

However, this comprehensive perception put a heavy mental strain on Matt, so unless absolutely necessary, he continued to pretend to be blind... There was no other way; Matt had been acting as blind at the law firm for several years. His sudden return to sight was simply difficult to explain. So he decided to continue feigning blindness to avoid further trouble.

Well, this also further increases Daredevil's secrecy—no one would believe that Daredevil, who can shoot a mosquito with chopsticks from a kilometer away, is a blind lawyer who graduated from Columbia University's law school.

Although crouching on the rooftop, Daredevil was completely hidden in the shadows. Thanks to his perfect control of his body, even when the agents below used thermal imaging to scan the surroundings, they couldn't find Daredevil.

Since the last "Summer Blizzard" incident, Daredevil has noticed a group of unidentified agents near Hell's Kitchen—although they are dressed like thugs, criminals, and gang members from Hell's Kitchen. However, Daredevil can clearly smell the "good guys" on them.

Calling them "good guys" isn't entirely accurate, since agents aren't exactly clean hands. The real difference lies in the fact that the thugs in Hell's Kitchen are all heavy smokers, drinkers, womanizers, and drug addicts—they're practically the epitome of vice. In comparison, these new agents, though they look like real sleazy characters...

But upon closer inspection, Daredevil could confirm that, despite reeking of alcohol, they had no alcohol in their system whatsoever, let alone drugs. They were the kind of people who could drive without fear of being caught for drunk driving.

He's healthy and strong, and although there are signs of drinking and smoking, he's very restrained... You're telling me this guy is a hoodlum from Hell's Kitchen? Do you really think I, Attorney Ma, am blind?

However, not everyone is blind.

Sure enough, glancing to the side, a muscular figure rose and fell between the buildings, and soon, Steve, dressed in a secret agent uniform, appeared in Matt's line of sight.

Upon noticing the secret service uniform Steve was wearing, Matt sensed it for a moment, then joked, "Looks like the Captain really has a deep love for the Stars and Stripes~"

Although others couldn't tell, Matt couldn't detect the unusual clothing. Beneath the spy uniform, Steve was still wearing his old Stars and Stripes uniform—though, while very similar in appearance to the one from World War II, the materials were much stronger. It was fireproof, shockproof, bulletproof, and stab-proof, and the color scheme was more understated than the World War II version.

During World War II, to make frontline battle photos look better, Steve's clothing was more brightly colored due to the limitations of the resolution at the time. Now, while there are still flamboyant combat uniforms, the muted tones have added a touch of solemnity.

Steve and Matt were old acquaintances from the same mental hospital, so Steve wasn't too formal, only grumbling with a hint of helplessness:

"It's been modified several times already. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s logistics department thinks my figure is still like it was during World War II. Under the guise of strengthening the defense of key areas and enhancing aesthetics and propaganda effectiveness, they've given me a few fake buttocks and fake breasts. Wearing the suit every time is torture; it's too cramped."

"Haha, that's true."

Matt found it amusing.

Steve was revived and awakened by the sound of the hymn while Ron was healing his injuries. Due to Steve's strong physique and the hymn's magical enhancement, Steve also grew stronger during the recovery process.

In some special areas, fat and muscle become larger.

Simply put, it's perkier.

Especially when strolling through certain neighborhoods, the team leader would often find a group of people inexplicably appearing behind him. Not only would they stare at him, but they would also whistle at him.

"To be honest, I understand America less and less."

Standing by the fence, Steve remarked with emotion, "You know what? I joined the war in 1941, before the military had mixed-race units. While I don't discriminate against Black people, some of the ideas from that era don't immediately translate to the present day. Not to mention waking up to find that my nominal half-boss, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., is actually... well, you know."

Matt, who was standing nearby, was very understanding of this.

The practice of mixed-race units in the U.S. military was formally implemented after an entire Black corps surrendered during the Korean War in 1950, to prevent similar incidents from recurring.

Captain America's plane crashed in 1943. In that era, there were hardly any mixed-race units, let alone Black officers.

Even officers could only be the lowest-ranking officers; high-ranking officers were all white-clad.

And now, the moment I close my eyes and open them again, my boss is Black? Are you kidding me...?

"And I'm getting more and more confused about their sexual orientation," Steve couldn't help but complain. "Why do they even molest men?"

"I was in an elevator when a drunk guy suddenly hugged me from behind. I was so scared I almost hit him. The worst part was that there was another guy next to him asking if I wanted to exchange social media accounts. He even patted my butt before leaving. At the time, I wasn't sure if greetings had changed, until I asked others and realized I'd been sexually assaulted!"

"I swear, if anyone dares to touch me like that again in an elevator, I won't let it go!"

"Another time, I wanted to go back to the youth hostel in my hometown to recapture that old feeling. Guess what?"

"What's wrong?"

"The guy across from me got up in the middle of the night and started sucking my toes."

As he said these words, Steve was trembling with anger, his buttocks quivering slightly.

"You know what? Matt, back when I was in the army, if something like this happened, you'd not only be forced to leave the military, you could even be shot, really!"

"I understand, I understand," Matt said helplessly. "Actually, I've handled quite a few similar cases lately. But that's just how things are right now; it's best to just mind your own business..."

Then Matt asked, "Speaking of which, Captain, what brings you here?"

"What could it be? It's just dragging you into some Avengers plan."

Steve shook his head and said, "The plan was proposed by Nick Fury, and its main purpose seems to be to prevent threats from outer space. Well, there's nothing wrong with the plan itself, but I don't think you'll join it."

"Why are you so sure I won't join?" Matt asked with interest. "Even though my situation is a bit special, I'm still considered a rising superhero by others. Isn't that enough?"

"To participate in the program, you need to reveal your true identity to S.H.I.E.L.D.... although they will keep it confidential."

"Never mind then."

Upon hearing this, Matt shook his head: "There are no secrets in this world, and to be honest, I feel that S.H.I.E.L.D. may not be as clean as we think."

Pointing to his ear, Matt said, "I've been hearing these agents say some strange things lately."

"What did you say?"

"Long live Hydra!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Steve's eyes narrowed slightly. After a moment of silence, his muscular body tensed up, clearly becoming serious.

Are you sure?

"Yes, my senses won't lie to me. And even if they did, there's no need to lie to me this way, because it's useless to me."

Matt said, "Anyway, there's definitely something wrong with S.H.I.E.L.D., and I won't get involved until I figure it out. But you, Captain, you've fought them your whole life, what are you going to do?"

"……as always."

(End of this chapter)