Another world, Gotham.

The strong light broke the silent night sky, and the domineering impact was released in the middle of the street. The vehicles were lifted up in the air, and the gravel flew around the sky like raindrops. The steel bars were folded into two pieces in the middle. The light bulb "clang" and smashed into pieces, and a large number of obvious electric sparks jumped out.

A super villain wearing golden armor and a huge golden energy core like a washbasin on his chest, another new face in Gotham City. He claims to be a "explosiver" - let's put aside this name that is not very tasty, even if the noise he made was made in a place like Gotham is not as huge as he thought, and it may not even make tomorrow's headlines. Compared with other city newspapers, it is probably the same as the attention it has attracted to "a company grandly opened."

This guy feels quite good about himself and shouts in the street at the top of his voice: "Come on! Isn't this city a lot of superheroes? Why can't anyone beat anyone? Batman? Wing Knight? Are you scared? Hahaha..."

He was intoxicated by himself, a lazy female voice was already ringing behind him, interrupting his roar with great rudeness: "That guy, serious? Just for this guy, I have to interrupt our rare gathering for such a long time?"

The "Explosioner" clearly felt that he was being looked down upon, so he screamed in anger, turned around and raised his hands and threw it away with a golden light ball. He saw a slim figure jumping up, his posture as elegant as a swan. The light ball only flew past under her, and the waves of the golden edge made the small black cloak blew continuously.

When she landed lightly on the roof of a police car that disappeared from the door, the "Explosioner" couldn't help but chuckled: "Batwoman? Well, although she is a woman, at least a guy with a little hero has come."

But Batwoman didn't look at him at all, and only showed contempt in her eyes, saying, "By the way, Gotham's criminal level is also declining rapidly? Now anyone who comes out wearing a turtle shell will dare to be the king?"

"Concentrate on the mission, Batgirl."

The "Explosioner" was about to take off, but suddenly, he was strangely shocked by the calm and calm voice above his head, as if there was an irresistible magic in the voice, which made him feel fear involuntarily. He quickly looked up and saw that the dark figure of the Winged Knight had stood on the street light above his head at some point, like a ghost.

The moment he looked at him, the "Explosiver" felt for the first time that his equipment seemed to be not so omnipotent. Perhaps even in front of this man, no equipment was of any effect.

Only a few minutes later.

The "explosioner" is no longer in the middle of the street, and the entire armor is deeply trapped in a deep pit. The electric current in his body is pounding continuously. The golden light in the exaggerated energy core on his chest has completely dissipated, leaving only a black hole, as if it was hollowed out.

"Really." Barbara, Bat Girl, pouted, "I thought he could beat him at least a little bit. Are criminals now not used to taking their brains out? Do you remember when criminals were more talented? Some guys were really difficult to deal with."

The Wing Knight - or Roy - was only facing this devastated neighborhood and was silent for a while without saying a word.

Barbara reached out to him and shook his hand lightly, asking, "Hey, call the Wing Knight, are you still online?"

"Ah, nothing." Roy came back to his senses, and couldn't help but look at me, "It's just that you talk about the difficult guy, I can't help but think of..."

Barbara knew it: "Ah, is it saying 'he'?" She paused and chuckled: "Although that guy is really not likable, the moment he made the decision in the end was quite stylish."

The two of them didn't say anything again. But although Roy never mentioned that as the person next to him for so many years, Barbara had somewhat speculated about the subtle changes in her husband's heart. Roy was a very smart person. In fact, it can be said that she was the smartest person she met in her life, and this can be proven. Although their lives in the past ten years after their marriage were relatively calm compared to before, it may be a little too calm for people like Roy, as if they were forcing a speeding computer to slow down, which was undoubtedly a torture for his machine-like brain.

Barbara sighed, leaned forward and leaned on his shoulder, and asked softly: "Do you think... would it be better if he had followed him to another world?"

In fact, he really thought so. If he followed that guy to travel to a new world, there would never be a lack of exciting events that would attract his interest. But he shook his head and said, "How could that happen?"

Barbara chuckled softly. Roy is quite talented in lying and can deceive most people, but she can't deceive her. But she is very happy that Roy is willing to tell this lie for herself, because at least it means that he still cares about his feelings.

"Let's go, the remaining Gotham Police Department can handle it." Roy turned around and raised his arm, and the zipline equipped on the back of his hand was about to shoot out. However, at this moment, his heart suddenly trembled and he faintly sensed something.

Roy turned around suddenly and saw a strong golden light suddenly appearing in the middle of the street. The airflow tore the space domineeringly, and the golden vortex opened in front of him, like a bloody mouth gushing out a terrifying airflow.

Roy frowned - this kind of energy may not be more familiar to anyone on Earth than him, this is the pop-up energy of the mother box!

As expected, the familiar figure that the two were just talking about appeared in the pop-up channel, dragging the ink-colored cloak and waved his arm at him like a friend he had seen for a long time: "Hi, long time no see!"

"Ah, it's been quite long," Roy said coldly, without any joy of meeting his old friend again, "but I thought I could keep it for longer... Bishop."

The bishop smiled disconcertedly: "It's so cold, but you have been like this since you used to it. If you don't, it's still unaccustomed to it. I won't care."

"What are you doing when you come back?" Roy asked coldly, "I'm tired of playing outside, do you still want to come back for fun?"

"You do know me, but this time I guessed not all right." The bishop smiled, "If I remember correctly, you have lived a dull life here for more than ten years, and I guess you should be tired of it."

"Sorry, I'm pretty good now--if you didn't have your disturbance."

The bishop shrugged unconsciously: "You can lie to me, but I said--we are the same kind of people, and I know you as much as I know myself."

Roy was silent for a while, without refuting, and asked, "What do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just come to give you a chance," he smiled. "A brand new puzzle is guaranteed to be one of the most difficult and exciting questions you have ever encountered in your life. It comes from an old opponent you and I know. I believe you will definitely be interested."

(Thanks to book friends for their 500 starting coins rewarded by Funny Like Dreams!)
Chapter completed!