Bruce Wayne is in a bad mood.

Very bad.

If Diana really had any accidents, then he would definitely be fully responsible for this matter.

It was him, contact Diana and let her recruit Beckett;

It was him who mistakenly considered Beckett as a descendant of Nordic.

"Wait, Bruce...Bruce Wayne? What happened?"

Barry Allen, who had not forgotten to quickly fasten his seat belt in a hurry, was trembling as he spoke.

It was really because Bruce Wayne stepped on the accelerator too scary.

The performance of the supercars has been at its peak on the roads in the center city, and the roaring sound of the engine is just like Bruce Wayne's terrible mood at this moment.

He wanted to roar, but he couldn't.

He is Bruce Wayne, Batman.

Restraining one's emotions is the key to Batman never degenerates and soaring over Gotham forever.

Not every superhero can guarantee that he will not be angry when facing the lunatics of Gotham, but Bruce Wayne did it.

Although many people in Gotham sneer at his behavior.

After all, although he created fear in the hearts of Gotham criminals, the talent for speaking nicely in the Arkham Asylum has increased.

"Barry, I ask you, are you familiar with Greek mythology?"

Unconsciously, Bruce Wayne used Batman's unique voice.

"Greek myth? Of course, don't look at me like this, actually I really like to read extracurricular books when I was in school, such as Captain Jack Rubingson's survival on the deserted island, etc."

With a machine gun-like speech speed, Balabara found himself not responding to Bruce Wayne's question positively. Barry Allen paused for a half-second and forced the topic back: "I mean, I actually have a wide range of things."

"That's good."

After leaving a sentence that made Barry Allen confused, Bruce Wayne never spoke again.

The expressionless low pressure made Barry Allen, who wanted to say something several times, forced himself to hold back his words.

[Son of Titan, why did you check out books about Nordic myths?]

【Does Titan have any intersection with Nordic gods?】

If you don't read the information, even Bruce Wayne would not have thought that the son of the Titan would have any intersection with the Nordic gods.

"Here, get off."

With one brake, accompanied by the crazy friction between the tires and the ground, the supercar body shining brightly in the sun finally disappeared.

"oh oh."

Barry Allen, who was confused throughout the whole process, nodded, got out of the car and followed Bruce Wayne into the private plane that had been waiting here for a long time.

“Cool ~”

"So where are we going now? Kansas?"

Barry Allen's eyes were filled with excitement when he first boarded a private plane of one of the world's top richest people.

Although he didn't know why Bruce Wayne asked him if he knew Greek mythology, he could be sure that the private plane was by no means flying to Gotham.

"Yes, go to Kansas to meet another guy on our team."

Bruce Wayne looked at the white clouds outside the window and took a sip of the wine in his glass.

"Who is it?"

"Diana, Greek demigod."

After drinking a glass of wine, Alfred, the butler in the base, sent all the books and materials about Greek myths and Nordic myths that he could collect to Bruce's laptop.

With its huge size and a wide variety of names, Bruce Wayne has a headache.

Even though he has memory and reading ability that is far beyond ordinary people, it is not easy to eat this set of information in a short period of time.

As Bruce Wayne comes into contact with the darker side of the world and experiences more and more battles, after all, Bruce Wayne has to admit what the lunatic said to him...

The more scheming a person is, the more he will fail in unpredictable things.

People have their limits after all.

If you don’t mention it far away, just take the incident of the Destruction Day not long ago as an example.

Superman and Diana can play two moves with the monster Day of Destruction, but he seems powerless.

So powerless that it is like a soy sauce, the only function may be to provide Superman with a kryptonite javelin that stabs the Day of Destruction.

Although no one said that, Bruce himself knew it well.

As he grew older, his agility and reaction had begun to decline.

In other words, his physical functions have declined to varying degrees compared to his peak period when he was young.

"Need my help?"

Barry Allen's voice interrupted Bruce Wayne's thoughts.

"I mean, we are on the same team now, so it should be normal for team members to help each other, right?"

Bruce Wayne's eyes were very oppressive. Barry Allen hurriedly spread his hands to express his views to avoid misunderstandings.

"To be honest, I'm still good at dealing with this kind of thing."

"Of course." Bruce Wayne pushed the laptop in front of Barry Allen.

Whoosh!

The sharp wind whistled past, stroking the ends of Bruce Wayne's hair.

The moment the ice cubes were poured into the cup, accompanied by bubbles, and Barry Allen's confident face: "It's done."

"I looked at the part you marked. You should be looking for the common points that may exist between them, right?"

Barry Allen spread his hands and pushed the notebook back in front of Bruce Wayne.

"You know, my superpower is speed. This speed is not only the speed of running, but also the speed of reading, the speed of thinking, and the speed of my hands."

Under the gaze of Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen talked freely.

"Oh, by the way, I actually need to declare that I am not fast at all on some things. On the contrary, I should have been quite long. You know, I can... control this kind of thing independently."

Perhaps it was Bruce Wayne's gaze that made the sensitive Barry Allen feel something was wrong. He explained it to himself again in order to maintain his dignity as a man.

The explanation is easy to understand.

"Wow, this is really a very convenient superpower."

The soft wine fell to his stomach, Bruce Wayne raised his eyebrows, and then his eyes moved from Barry Allen to the computer screen.

He suddenly felt that the wine was not as fragrant as before.

"Thank you." Barry Allen sipped Raffie in the glass and accepted Bruce Wayne's appreciation.

This is the first time he has drunk red wine that has been so old. It feels like this... It's just that.
Chapter completed!