I become light in American comics

At first, Batman thought this might be an auditory hallucination.

"Hurry up and move everyone to the car. After taking the money, let's go our separate ways."

A man was shouting, his voice sounded rough.

He squatted on the edge of the building, trying to identify and locate the source of the sound. It didn't take him long to realize that the sound came from an inconspicuous warehouse ten blocks away, hidden in a group of dark buildings.

When he tried to focus in that direction, everything seemed to become clear in his eyes. It was as if his eyeballs began to adjust on their own, like a telescope, clearly marking the building in his retina.

Then came the exterior walls of the building, the four-foot old city bricks, the reinforced concrete inside, the tiny cracks, every particle was so clear.

He saw the people inside.

The source of that voice was a rugged man carrying a submachine gun. In his eyes, the human figure even briefly turned into a skeleton, with muscle tissue and moving organs, and blood rushing in the blood vessels.

He couldn't help but wonder for a moment that maybe he was still in the Batcave. Maybe he was just too tired and dozed off in his chair.

Until Robin's voice caught up from behind.

"Oh my god, why are you running so fast? Are we racing or something?"

Robin gasped.

Batman finally woke up. He looked away, glanced at Robin with a complicated expression, and then said, "Six thugs, desperadoes hired cheaply, are smuggling arms."

"Ah?" Robin was stunned, "How do you know?"

"action."

Without further explanation, he unfolded his cloak and leaped down.

The wind-filled cloak carried him gliding, but whether it was an illusion or not, he felt that his body was much lighter than usual today. It seemed that the wind in Gotham was a little louder, allowing him to fly faster.

He put his feet together, and the thick glass was smashed into pieces under his boots. Before the first exclamation of surprise from the thugs could come out, he had already kicked one person away.

"Good guy, you know such an accurate situation from a mile away? How do you do it?"

Robin followed and flew in, his face full of admiration.

"Forget jujitsu, you have to teach me how to do this."

Five people fell down in an instant. The remaining person cursed and took out a rocket launcher from the smuggled weapons.

The accomplice who was lying on the ground with a missing tooth couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw it: "Are you crazy? Put that thing down quickly, don't -"

But the guy above obviously didn't hear it, or maybe he didn't care if he heard it. He had already shouldered the rocket launcher and pointed it in Batman's direction.

Batman turned around and saw it.

He had at least ten ways to deal with it. He had a chance to disarm before firing and dodge the blow.

But he didn't.

Because at that moment, he heard a voice.

The sound of the trigger being pulled was immediately followed by the sound of the cannon being ejected from the chamber. That roar was like flipping a switch and opening the floodgates of his voice. Countless voices came and suddenly filled his mind.

Buzzing, that's the sound of Gotham. Countless conversations, screams, cries, and the roar of car engines.

The Dark Knight covered his ears and fell to his knees. The rockets trailed black smoke, but he just fell to his knees and did nothing.

boom!

The bullet hit in a straight line. Robin could hardly believe what he saw. He kicked up the idiot carrying the rocket launcher and shouted in horror: "Batman!"

He admires Batman and has always believed that his mentor is omnipotent. But even so, he also knows the basics, that is, Batman is also made of flesh and blood.

There is no armor or fiber that can block a direct shot from a rocket launcher. There is no chance of survival from this shot.

But then he was shocked to see it along with the criminals.

In the curtain of fire, the outline of the bat walked out of the flames like a demon with copper skin and iron bones. The bat mark on his chest was licked by the flames, but it was not damaged. Instead, it was like being reborn from the fire.

"What are you doing!?" Robin was confused.

Several thugs were also frightened.

Who the hell is spreading rumors that Batman is human?

This is called human beings! ?

It seems that after tonight's Gotham City Batman legend will have another chapter.

But now I am actually as confused as the onlookers.

But he had a guess.

Effects of magic during the day. It seems as if the remaining influence is only on the two Kryptonians, but this is not the case.

The magic continued to have an effect on him, but in an unexpected way.

Later in the night.

"The secret to heat vision is that when you are facing multiple targets at the same time, you have to keep your eyes open as much as possible."

Superman explained patiently.

"The burning sensation in the eyes is a sign that the heat vision is about to be released. You can release it when you feel it is almost done."

brush--

Two fiery beams of light shot out from Batman's eyes and swept across a row of training Kryptonian robots. The robot suddenly broke like butter cut by a hot knife, and was shattered into pieces on the spot.

"Good. Then there's cryobreathing, where you take a deep breath, hold it for a few seconds, and imagine your lungs turning them into ice, and try to find that feeling.

Great, if you feel like you're almost freezing, then release. Now exhale. "

Batman blew out a breath, and another large area of ​​Kryptonian robots was frozen into ice sculptures.

"very good."

Superman put his hands on his hips, with a pleased expression like a teacher who sees his students making rapid progress.

"But the breath doesn't have to be frozen. Try taking a breath again, this time imagining it forming a storm inside your body, and letting it spin up and release. The longer you exhale, the stronger the wind will be."

Batman let out another breath. The strong wind was like carrying thousands of sharp knives, instantly cutting a piece of robot into riddled with holes.

"Awesome." Superman praised, "You can learn much faster than I did."

Kara pouted beside him: "Rather than teaching him how to use his abilities, I still want to find myself again."

"Of course, it's going to happen eventually. But considering that now Batman has accidentally become the only one of us with powers, I don't want the world to be without Superman."

"So I'm going to cover for you for a few days."

Batman threw away the scrapped robot head in his hand and flew lightly in front of them.

"Sorry for breaking your robot."

"It's okay. The Fortress of Solitude can recycle these scrap parts and they will be regenerated." Superman smiled, "How do you feel?"

"Feeling? A hundred times more energetic, a very strange kind."

Batman deadpanned.

"I haven't slept a wink, I haven't eaten, I'm not sleepy or hungry. It took me a long time to get my daily sleep down to three to four hours, but now I can stay awake at will. "

He turned to look at the experimental bench behind him.

"Have you found the reason?"

"Hmm maybe."

A high-speed afterimage of Shen You clapped his chin.

"You conducted an inventory with the museum where the magic stone statues met. Apart from the stone statues that suddenly went berserk and were scrapped, they only lost one thing."

"What?"

"A brooch."

Shen You stretched out his hand and swiped lightly, and the reflection of the brooch appeared in mid-air.

"An antique, but now it seems that it may be a magical instrument. Records say that it first appeared in Cawdor Castle in Scotland a few centuries ago. But you may have heard of the name."

".Macbeth."