American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

"Holy crap, it's a Digimon, Patamon!?"

In the mirror, there is a creature that looks like a guinea pig but has a pair of wing-like ears. It is very cute and has bright, sparkling eyes.

Patamon can fly, but it can't fly very fast.

"Patamon is a bit weak! It's not very strong in combat, and it's not very useful except for being cute!"

Its innate skill is: Air Cannon, which involves inhaling a large amount of air and then exhaling it in one breath to create an air bullet to attack the enemy.

Hmm... well, having a means of attack is better than nothing. Let's head to Wayne Manor first!

Patamon flies by flapping its wings, but it's very slow, only about 1 km/h, which is slower than running on four short legs.

But Tian Xiaoban wasn't stupid; he had already learned what conditions were required for flying in his previous life!

Although Patamon can't fly fast, it can glide with its wings! By jumping off the top of the tallest building and gliding with its wings, it can move forward quickly! It can ignore the complexity of the map and avoid the clown gas floating on the ground.

Being able to fly ensures Patamon won't fall to its death. Its Air Cannon skill also allows it to turn in the air, like an inflated balloon that deflates! Although the turning path might be a bit chaotic, it's fast!

This speed is definitely faster than running to Wayne Manor on four short legs on the ground!

…………

"Alfred, when is Zatanna coming?"

Before Batman lay eleven Joker claws, their bodies slashed into human stumps.

The twelfth corpse had already been beheaded by him. The clown claws, having lost their heads, were now completely dead and would not come back to life as if they were zombies.

The remaining eleven, even with all four limbs severed, were still able to jump around and even tried to attack with their teeth. Batman became increasingly certain that they were related to magic.

Alfred said calmly:

“Miss Zatana said she is exorcising an otherworldly demon, which will take an hour. I heard from her that she is also having some trouble, and it is estimated that it may take more than an hour.”

Batman began to formulate a plan in his mind, and then said, "Alright, remember to let me know when she arrives. How's the antidote for the Joker's gas coming along?"

Alfred glanced at Wayne Enterprises’ fully automated chemical warehouse, which contained three meter-tall glass containers filled with a strangely colored liquid.

"I have three canisters of fear gas ready here, that should be enough. We can use the Batplanes to spray the whole city."

However, Mr. Wayne, I need to remind you that such a large-scale use of fear gas could cause problems.

The amount of fear gas inhaled is not fixed, and some people may not be able to tolerate this variable amount due to individual differences.

Batman had already considered this. He said, "It's alright, I'll buy a nursing home to treat those with special circumstances. The situation is urgent now; if we delay any longer, more people might suffocate to death. We have no other choice!"

Alfred sighed. He knew that the master's decision meant he intended to take on this responsibility.

The Dark Knight of Gotham, sigh...

"Alright! The Batplane has been loaded with the 'antidote' and is ready to take off! It will arrive in five minutes and be waiting outside your office."

After hanging up the call, Batman rushed to the top floor and found the central air conditioning vent of Wayne Tower.

He threw the "antidote" that Robin had brought into the ventilator, then ran back to the monitoring room and turned on the ventilation mode of the central air conditioning.

The terrifying gas from the ventilation shaft quickly replaced the clown gas in Wayne Tower.

When he finished dealing with the matter, he walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window of his office. Jason wanted to follow, but Batman refused.

"Robin, keep a close eye on them! When Alfred comes looking for you, take them with you! Remember, they're important!"

These clawed bastards need to be left for Zatana so she can use her magic knowledge to investigate them, find out their origins, and understand why they are so hard to kill!

Jason curled his lip. He knew he was a rookie hero and had to listen to his boss, so he replied irritably, "Tch, I know! You watch out!"

Batman flicked his cape and jumped out of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The ventilation system in Wayne Tower was running very quickly. With the "antidote" being transported at full power by the central system, most people went from laughing wildly to... being terrified.

………………

Batman, piloting the Batplane, heads to other locations to rescue people.

Batman, who already believed that the Joker's Claws were dead, resorted to rather brutal methods.

With all weapon systems on the fighter jet activated, all security measures disabled, and intelligent target acquisition initiated, the Batfighter is no longer just a ranged gun. Any Joker's claws that Batman targets will be met with relentless fire from the Batmachine Gun!

Either blow it off in the head, or leave only the head!

The pressure on GCPD has been greatly reduced!

Gordon, who couldn't get through on the phone, finally got through to Batman!

"Fuck, you! You're finally here! I thought you were done for! Gotham is in chaos now, what can you do?"

Gordon burst into tears of joy. The pressure he was under was immense. Every three to five minutes, a citizen would appear who was about to suffocate, or who would laugh so hard that they went into shock.

Unfortunately, Chief Gordon doesn't have a solution!

Call an ambulance? You can't even get through to the hospital by phone these days, let alone call an ambulance.

Gordon recalls receiving calls for help from the hospital among the calls he received at the police station.

Gordon was finally unable to hold back his tears; his savior had finally arrived.

Batman calmly said in his magnetic voice:

"Gordon, tell your men to attack the monsters' heads. Those undead monsters will die if you blow their heads off!"

Remember, it's the entire head. Bullets that pierce the head won't work; you have to blow their heads off!

"For those ordinary citizens who have inhaled nitrous oxide, quickly restrain them and take them to an open area. I have a way to save them!"

"Okay, okay! I'll give the order right away!" After hanging up the phone, Gordon first tried out the method Batman had suggested.

He ordered the surrounding officers to concentrate their fire and blow their heads off!

After confirming that those ghostly things could indeed be killed, Gordon immediately went to the police car, turned on the public address system, and yelled:

"Headshot! Those immortal monsters will die if you shoot them in the head! Don't be afraid! They can be killed!"

With Chief Gordon's battle cry and the walkthrough, the officers fighting the monsters in other areas were like they'd been injected with adrenaline, their fear instantly suppressed by excitement.

Fear stems from the unknown. Once they knew exactly how to deal with those undead monsters, these Gotham local police officers unleashed an unprecedented level of drive.

It's like being tortured in a game for three days and three nights, and then suddenly finding out the secret to winning. You get so excited that you're determined to beat the game in one go.

Now it's their turn to fight back! Let these immortal clown monsters see what a Gotham sharpshooter who can get headshots with every shot looks like!

The tide of battle turned in an instant!

The police officers, who were initially forced to flee, were roused to their ferocity after discovering that those ghostly things could actually be killed!

"Fuck! You ugly freaks, get shot!"

Small handguns have long been abandoned by the GCPD. After Chief Gordon took office, their police department still has sufficient firepower, with AK47s as standard equipment, enabling them to fight gangs and not be at a disadvantage!

Otherwise, how do you think Chief Gordon gained the respect of the masses? He relied on firepower and personal charisma.

Most importantly, there's a killing machine in the sky that will help the GCPD by using its powerful firepower to wipe out the Joker's claws.

The clown claws that were causing trouble have been mostly killed!

Chief Gordon received responses from multiple police cars indicating that the terrifying creatures had been cleared and asking him what to do next, given that too many citizens had inhaled the clown's gas.

"Batman said to take them to an open space, and he has a way to solve the problem; there should be an antidote or something!"

"Received!" ×24

The GCPD has collaborated with Batman many times, and they know that whenever Gotham faces an intractable problem, Batman always has a solution!

They said they would just do as the director said! If any problems arose, they could just pin the blame on Batman!

Chapter 14 Visitors to the Manor

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! ...

The old manor doorbell rang incessantly, and a chubby creature flew in front of it, frantically pressing the doorbell with its tiny paws.

Alfred, in the bat cave behind the manor, pulled up the surveillance footage from the manor doorbell, and then he suddenly felt that his brain wasn't quite up to par.

What kind of animal is this? A chubby, winged hamster that can fly? Why are its wings on its head?

Alfred suddenly remembered Zatana, whom he had called earlier.

He instinctively felt that this little guy was likely Zatana's magical pet.

So, he asked through the doorbell:

"Little one, where is your master? Hasn't she dealt with the demon yet?"

Patamon was somewhat confused by his seemingly random question. "Butler Alfred, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

A cute voice came from the little guy's mouth: "What? I don't have an owner! My owner is myself! Also, I'm not a pet! I'm a Digimon Patamon!"

The tone was a bit harsh!

Digimon?

Alfred was also somewhat bewildered. It looked so strange, and could even talk? Was it a magical creature? Or an otherworldly demon that Zatana hadn't dealt with?

Alfred was afraid that the little guy would change his expression like a demon in a play, due to anger or something, so he said reassuringly:

“Excuse me, my lovely little fellow, aren’t you Miss Zatana’s pet? I think she should be arriving soon.”

This sentence has two meanings: one is to soothe Patamon's emotions, and the other is to tell Patamon that Zatana is coming soon, and that he should watch out, you devil!

But Patamon, I don't understand! What is this all about?

However, Zatana? Tian Xiaoban felt that name sounded familiar. Who was she again?

Before Tian Xiaoban could even remember who she was, the green symbol on Patamon's chest suddenly started flashing red.

"Beep—beep—beep—beep—bang!"

It's time to transform!

Tian Xiaoban, who is 1.5 meters tall, suddenly changed back to normal when she was half a meter off the ground, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Alfred: "..."

What's going on here? Has the demon turned into a human? Or was he always human?

What just happened has somewhat shaken the old butler's worldview.