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He will inevitably surpass himself, Superman, and even the entire Justice League.
"I saw two Doomsdays, they were exploiting a bug in the universe by attacking each other in Metropolis..." Bruce was able to monitor remotely and analyze the changes taking place on Doomsday and Ian. It was precisely because he fully understood the situation that Bruce quickly regained his calm and collected mind.
This allowed him to see beyond the surface and grasp the essence of things.
They're all indestructible monsters, capable of gaining unscientific powers in battle time and time again. Doesn't Superman Clarke also keep a miniature Doomsday at home?
"The other two kids in the Kent family are also incredibly powerful. Clark might be interested in that. It seems I need to raise my assessment of Superman's danger level a bit."
“His mind may be normal, but his educational philosophy is clearly distorted,” Bruce murmured to himself as he turned and walked toward the armory, his black cloak drawing a sharp arc behind him.
We definitely need to provide support.
After all, Batman wouldn't put his hopes on a mentally ill kid.
Even if he came from heaven.
He turned and walked toward the armory, his steps firm, as always.
"Click~"
The locking mechanism of the anti-Superman armor was released, and it quietly awaited its master to use it to truly beat Superman up. The black metal shell gleamed with a faint blue hue under the cold light.
The built-in system has completed its final debugging.
"The nanotechnology is still not strong enough. I need to find a way to get that kid to pull out the technology and show it off in front of me." Even at a time like this, Bruce didn't forget to make calculations.
He didn't hesitate.
The armor donning program was activated, and the Anti-Superman armor automatically wrapped around his body, with slight compression sounds coming from the joints, each armor plate fitting perfectly against the contours of his muscles.
"Click~"
Bruce's armor began to activate.
only.
The power boost and enhancement it brings, as well as the targeted designs on its body, are quite good. However, "quite good" also means "not good enough".
Ultimately, it wasn't Bruce's perfect vision.
It's the kind of thing you have to make do with, like an old woman.
"I will complete you."
Bruce had his own "goddess" in his heart, and his gaze fell on an unfinished product in the corner—it was unfinished in fact just a clothes hanger and some raw materials.
The only truly complete part is probably the design plan.
“Superman isn’t strong enough, and I’m not rich enough…” There’s a reason Bruce would use Ian’s money-making scheme: Gotham City can’t support his doomsday contingency plan.
Having money can really be considered a superpower.
That's true, at least for Bruce.
In the DC universe, Batman's funds can be fully converted into real combat power. For this reason, the ultimate armor he envisions would require 60% of the total military budget of all countries in the world. That would give Bruce a powerful combat capability that would be able to deal with any crisis, or at least all past crises.
It is sufficient to cope with the end of the world.
To counter the entire Justice League. Of course, forging this armor would also require the assistance of the entire Justice League, but that wouldn't be a big problem for Bruce.
after all.
Bruce knew very well that he didn't even need to deceive his comrades; he only needed to say that they needed to do this, and the other members of the Justice League would provide him with assistance.
Even though the members knew the armor might be used against them—this is the true bond between Justice League members, a bond far more profound than the one Ian talks about. It's the most peculiar trust in the DC Universe, not because Bruce is trustworthy, but because he is Batman.
Bruce believed he could achieve his goal given enough money. The only problem was that his comrades were getting stronger faster than he could keep up with his ideas and plans.
Especially Superman.
The forging of armor needs to be carried out inside a star like the Sun.
It's obvious that Clark doesn't have that ability. Of course, based on the current situation, Bruce knows he might soon see Clark develop that kind of power, but he doesn't actually think it's a good thing. Superman's unconventional rate of growth must have more worrying reasons behind it.
Yes.
There must be a reason.
Although the reason is still unknown, it doesn't stop Batman from starting to worry.
"Perhaps the answer lies in the three Supermen of Metropolis at this moment..." Bruce's equipment was clearly able to distinguish between clones and isotopes.
As he retrieved the equipment, his mind raced. Multitasking was basic for Batman, and he deftly stuffed a pile of gear into the Batmobile.
Kryptonite spear, anti-speed field generator, Amazonian binding lock... these are also things you can't forget to bring. Bruce has had enough of his teammates being mind-controlled.
His increasingly severe paranoia may stem from his past experiences. After some thought, he also installed backup plans on several stealth drones and underground drilling rigs.
of course.
There are also several locations that even Bruce himself doesn't know the exact location of, and he can't tell anyone. At the same time, some spare supplies have also been prepared. This wave is one that even Bruce himself is on guard against.
He understands.
Even if only you know something, it doesn't mean it won't be spied on. The best approach is to keep it a secret from yourself, so that you can always come up with an unexpected backup plan.
Everything is settled.
Bruce was finally ready to set off.
Actually, he was very quick.
The preparation time was now limited to just a few minutes. During this time, Bruce continuously monitored the situation via satellite, watching the figure rolling around on the ground, embracing Doomsday.
His expression grew increasingly calm.
After all, Superman is clearly not in a hurry, so what right does he have to be in a hurry? In any case, the situation is still under control in the suburbs, and there are no employees in Luthor's factory.
Bruce, who had already fought Doomsday once in the past, wasn't too afraid of it. He knew how to deal with such a creature.
He looked around.
Bruce even had time to move a machine onto the car. He lied to the Flash that he was coming back to build a machine to invade dreams, but in reality, he had already built the machine.
It was built several years ago.
Don't ask why we built it.
I asked just in case.
This is not.
The time had come to use it, and Bruce once again proved that he possessed only foresight, not insanity. He drove the Batmobile straight out of the underground.
I didn't go through the side door.
Instead, they entered through the main gate.
Because a visitor was pacing back and forth outside the gates of Wayne Manor—wearing a red and blue uniform, a cloak fluttering in the wind, and a face full of helplessness.
He is Superman Clark.
"What do you mean by filling the entrance to the Batcave with kryptonite?" Clark felt that Bruce's actions were indeed a form of retaliation for his previous illegal intrusion.
As it turned out, Clark was right.
"It means what you're thinking."
Batman didn't stop the car; he simply rolled down the window, as if afraid Superman wouldn't hear him—his Batmobile had undergone truly special soundproofing.
The way Jordan handled buying discounted soundproofing mats is different.
Bruce only uses high-end products.
It still falls into the category of high-end products that are very targeted.
"..."
Superman flew alongside the Batmobile, turning to stare at Bruce inside. "I know you have a lot of Kryptonite, but isn't this a bit too much?"
Clark realized he had underestimated Bruce.
God knows what he encountered at the gate when he tried to break down the door.
That's all.
Bruce spoke without batting an eye, displaying the typical demeanor of a seasoned capitalist. Superman Clark, of course, wouldn't believe a single word he said, not even a punctuation mark.
"I think you understand the situation. I'll be waiting for you in Metropolis... By the way, the situation with that Doomsday was completely different from mine. You should have a strategy for dealing with it too, right?"
Superman is preparing to leave.
He still couldn't help but remind Bruce one last time.
This is clearly unnecessary.
Since Batman didn't even move his mouth, and the Batmobile continued to speed away, it was clear that he had already prepared what he needed for this kind of situation.
After all, Lord Gotham is no ordinary mental patient.
“Your youngest son can only hold off that monster. He’s like an unkillable mosquito; he can cause some damage, but not much. He can’t defeat a monster that is much stronger than him.”
"You should go help him."
Bruce used a vivid metaphor, saying that he started to drive people away. He saw that many "citizens" in Gotham who went out at night abandoned their daily lives after discovering Superman.
He abandoned all weapons like knives, guns, cannons, and tanks, running incredibly fast, which made this local superhero feel slightly annoyed.
Although people would run away when they saw him, no one dared to yell "Abs Man" at him today, nor did anyone ask him if the Joker had been staying home taking care of the kids lately.
This is clearly the deterrent effect of Superman.
Although Bruce finally got some peace and quiet, he still felt a little offended. Watching the helpless Superman fly away, Bruce turned around and remembered the few "ordinary citizens" who had run away.
"I'll have a proper talk with these guys tomorrow." The Batmobile sped across the border between Gotham and Metropolis, its engine roaring and tearing through the silence of the night.
Bruce Wayne's gaze was fixed ahead, as the green storm in the sky above the metropolis gradually magnified in his field of vision, and there were sounds of helicopters attempting to scout ahead and then crashing.
Superman managed to rescue the Black man inside, but couldn't prevent the Black Hawk helicopter from crashing yet again. Just as Bruce was preparing and starting to adjust his weapons...
Suddenly, the air twisted violently, and a blurry yet incredibly fast figure burst out of the void, carrying the terrifying speed unique to the Speed Force, and crashed into the Batmobile!
"boom!!!"
A crimson lightning bolt struck from the side, the sound of steel clashing against steel almost drowning out all other noise. The Batmobile instantly went out of control, tumbling and crashing into an abandoned building.
The reinforced concrete collapsed under the impact, sending dust flying everywhere. Glass shattered and buildings collapsed, but fortunately, the Batmobile was made of sturdy enough that it did not suffer much damage.