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Macbeth.

A story about witches, cauldrons, traps and trouble, it is a household name for Westerners.

"Magic." Batman said displeased, "Do you want to tell us that the witches in Macbeth are real?"

"Who knows?" Shen You shrugged, "We already know that Greek mythology is real, and some records of the alliance's recent activities show that there are more myths from other systems in Northern Europe that may be true.

It is obvious that the magic of this world is somehow connected to some creative fantasies. Or maybe the creator originally drew from some rumors and anecdotes he had heard when making fiction? "

Batman remained silent, seemingly unable to refute for a moment.

"I also found some rumors, but they were recorded in the museum." Shen You continued to scroll through the text on the screen, "It is recorded here that the brooch will fulfill people's deepest wishes.

If you are indeed affected by this thing."

"So, the changes that happened to us later were actually our wishes?"

Kara was shocked, and the stupid hair on her forehead suddenly stood up again.

"Okay, I once imagined that being Batman would be cool, but I didn't really want to be one. Besides, even if that were the case, why would Batman become me?"

Thinking of this, she suddenly seemed startled by one of her thoughts. She hurriedly jumped back and took a step away from Batman, looking at him with a confused look on her face.

"Could it be that you actually have a desire to dress up as a woman deep in your heart!?"

At first she thought it was ridiculous, but then she realized that Batman was an unpredictable guy, and she could never tell what he was thinking. Running around dressed as a bat all day and night is already a strange enough hobby, but in comparison, cross-dressing seems a bit normal.

Batman only looked at her coldly, his voice still calm: "Then how do you explain the Superman phenomenon?"

Kara suddenly wilts.

Indeed, not only were they exchanged, but Superman also lost all his fighting power and shows no signs of recovery. And somehow, although the old wizard exchanged her and Batman's souls back, her abilities seemed to have been exchanged into each other's bodies.

The old wizard frowned and studied this for a long time, and finally spread his hands, indicating that he had no choice.

He said that this was no longer a simple soul-changing spell, but some kind of higher-level and more complex magical influence. If he couldn't find the crux, there was nothing he could do. The only solution was to find the person or thing that caused the impact.

"I will notify my colleagues on the magic side and use their intelligence network to find the location of the brooch."

When the meeting ended, Batman said before flying away.

"Your superpowers must be recovered as soon as possible, especially Superman. The longer you disappear, the worse it will be for the entire world."

After saying that, he flew away.

Yes, fly. It seems that he no longer needs the tricks of walking on his knees and turning around, nor does he need equipment such as hooks and gliders.

Now, Batman is faster than a bullet.

That's not good news for Gotham's criminals and lunatics.

"."

"What?"

In the Batcave, Robin's eyes widened with disbelief written on his face.

"Are you going to patrol alone? I can drive the Batmobile, or the Batmobile, and I can follow you on the ground."

"You can't keep up, Robin."

Batman was wrapped in his cloak, floating in the air and said coldly.

"I won't make any stops tonight. Starting from this river, I will search every corner of this city. You can't keep up with me."

He wasn't exaggerating or joking.

It wasn't until he got used to these superpowers, and until Superman taught him how to use each technique, that Batman realized that this was indeed what he needed all along.

So far, he has meditated and studied, even with the help of drugs, but no matter what, his body and mind still need rest, food and sleep.

But it's not needed now. Now he can stay awake twenty-four hours a day.

In the past, he used various means to try to control the entire city. Wayne Group's technology, city-wide bat network, surveillance system, monitoring of police, fire, and ambulance channels, as well as myself and Robin running around non-stop.

But even if he does this, there are still places he can't patrol every night, crimes he can't punish, and victims he can't protect. Gotham is too big, and he is just a mortal.

Not anymore.

Tonight, he will clean up the city and give Gotham an unprecedented cleanup.

Because tonight, he is no longer a mortal.

Tonight, he could do it.

"."

Overnight, in Gotham City, from the news media, newspapers and magazines to people's after-dinner conversations, all the topics became Batman.

He suddenly stormed into the gang's headquarters and forced his way through under the fire of a company.

This does not refer to the way he used to appear and disappear, relying on stealth and assassination to break through one after another, giving people a sense of fear like facing a ghost.

No, that's not the case this time.

What the gangsters faced this time was outright power. It was like facing a demon reborn from the ashes. They only felt a deep sense of powerlessness overwhelmed by that dominance.

A company's fire bounced off him, and someone saw him holding an RPG-fired rocket with his bare hands and it exploded in his hand.

He almost caught the zero-range blast with his face, then clapped his hands and walked out of the smoke screen. That cold look seemed to be asking, is this it?

There was also a group of unlucky guys who were driving and preparing to run away when they met Batman who was chasing them from behind. The latter fell on the hood and dismantled their sports car with his bare hands into a pile of scrap metal from the recycling bin.

On the roof of the Gotham Police Station, under the bat searchlight, Gordon leisurely lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring under the light.

"They say Batman is faster," he said flatly. "They say he's faster than bullets and more powerful than engines."

"Do you believe?"

"Anyway, the twenty-five guys who can no longer be locked up in the prison believe it."

Gordon turned his head and looked behind him. Batman is floating there, under the illumination of the bat light.

"Your new trick is great, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"It's hard to explain, but it works so far," Batman said.

"I have to admit, this is the first time in the history of the Gotham PD that the phones haven't rung all night. No one calls the police, no one's in trouble. The rats are freaking out."

"It should be, but it's not over yet."

Batman said solemnly.

"Usually I just ignore the rats as they escape Gotham because I don't have time to hunt them down. But not anymore.

Even if I run away to the ends of the earth, I will catch them back.

Now, drugs flood the streets of Gotham. New varieties, stronger, more addictive. Keep your people alert. "

He raised the altitude and prepared to fly away.

"I'm going to cut it off."

At this moment, Santa Prisca Island, in a luxurious building.

Bain, who was completely unaware of the impending disaster, was holding a wine glass and toasting to the guests.

"Gentlemen, here's to our business! Here's to the thriving black market that makes us rich!"