The edge of this Batarang is not sharp; it is not intended for killing.
Connors held the Batarang, which was constantly flashing red light, spinning it on his fingertip, and said with a smile:
"I know nothing about computers, but even if I were to hack into it, you would definitely notice."
Saying that, he tossed the Batarang to Batman, who caught it.
This was a Bat-tracker he had specifically placed in the house when Connors was not home during the day.
It was also not by chance that he had the Stadium surveillance open; it was this tracker that sent him Connors' location, and witnessing the accident of the "Flying Graysons" couple was purely a coincidence.
Meanwhile, Connors, due to the presence of his Spider-Sense, had already discovered the existence of this item.
Because he always had to go around eating gossip, he would inevitably encounter some situations where he couldn't prove his innocence, so he didn't destroy the tracker. Instead, he kept it with him.
And at this moment, it was clear that this tracker was serving its purpose.
Bruce Wayne caught the tracker, and the guns extending from various corners of the room all retracted.
Just as Connors had anticipated this scene before arriving, Bruce Wayne had also checked the signal sent by the tracker before Connors arrived.
The scene with numerous guns just now was merely a precautionary measure. Now that the misunderstanding was resolved, there was naturally no need for such tension.
Moreover, Bruce Wayne was also eager to know the information about the "World's destruction" that Connors mentioned.
"Is the destruction you mentioned related to that Superman in Metropolis?" Bruce Wayne entered the Batcave with Connors. After exchanging a few pleasantries along the way, the conversation officially turned to the purpose of Connors' visit.
"Huh?" Connors didn't react for a moment. He was talking about the news from Marvel next door. What did that have to do with Superman?
Soon, looking at the computer screen in the Batcave, where Bruce Wayne quickly closed a page titled "Analysis of Superman's Abilities," he understood what this gentleman was talking about.
Clearly, Superman Clark, who could go anywhere and do anything, was being treated as a potential enemy by Batman, who had not yet interacted with him at this time.
"He's a pretty good guy. Whether the World's destruction is related is uncertain. I came to tell you this news and see if we can prevent it in advance," Connors said.
"You know him?" Batman asked, pointing at the photo of Superman on the computer.
"How would I know him?" Connors was helpless. If he knew Superman, he would be rushing over to eat gossip like crazy right now, after all, the gossip eating system was suspected to be related to the strength of the gossip producer. The stronger the strength, the better the reward.
Logically speaking, the stronger a person is, the greater the impact of their every action. It's the same with two people fighting; ordinary people, superheroes, and Superman represent three different levels of rewards.
"I don't know too much. Doctor Fate has precognitive abilities. Can you find him?" Connors got to the main point.
"Who is Doctor Fate?" Bruce Wayne had never even heard this name.
"What about Jinx, Lilith Clay?"
"..." Batman was silent.
"Zatanna?"
"..."
"What about Flash Barry?"
"I know that one!" Bruce Wayne breathed a sigh of relief; finally, there was someone he knew.
At the same time, a question arose in his mind: Why did this Connors know so much? Where did this person come from?
Connors also breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that this World's Batman hadn't yet interacted with Flash Barry. In that case, he would have to find him now:
"That makes things easier. Although Barry doesn't have precognitive abilities, we can have him go to the future to see when the danger will arrive."
"..."
Batman had always been the one leading others by the nose; this was the first time he had been so clearly directed by someone else. He was momentarily depressed, then took out his phone in front of Connors:
"Barry? I need your help."
Before the call was even hung up, a man completely covered in a red bodysuit appeared before Connors the next moment.
"Long time no see, Barry." Connors looked at Barry, who looked quite similar to how he did in the TV show, and felt a surge of goodwill, taking the initiative to greet him.
"...Hi?" Barry looked at Connors in confusion. "Have we met somewhere before?"
"Not really, I've just been coveting your Speed Force for quite a while," Connors admitted frankly, scaring Barry into recoiling.
Bruce Wayne looked at the two people who had started chatting before he could even introduce them and didn't give them a chance to continue the conversation, forcefully interjecting:
"Barry, I need you to take a look at our... no, take a look at the future of this World."
"I'm always going back to the past; running towards the future is a first." Barry had already taken off his cowl, but upon hearing this, he put it back on, and the entire person disappeared.
Normally, Barry's disappearance and appearance are instantaneous; someone with poor eyesight might not even notice he was gone.
But this time, he strangely did not reappear for a long time.
One minute, two minutes.
Ten minutes.
It wasn't until nearly fifteen minutes later that Barry reappeared, sitting on the ground with a vacant stare.
"Barry!" Batman quickly stepped forward to help him up. Flash Barry also allowed himself to be handled like a puppet, as if he had lost the ability to think.
It wasn't until Connors and Bruce Wayne put their heads together, staring at Barry and calling out, that Barry seemed to snap back to reality, but his expression was still vacant, his eyes lifeless, and he muttered:
"We have no future..."
That single sentence left the two men stunned. What did he mean, no future?
...
With the efforts of Connors and Bruce, Barry finally recovered, returning to his sunny and cheerful self, and went back to Central City.
Bruce Wayne fell silent, and Connors also took his leave at the appropriate moment.
Over in Marvel, it was just the World's destruction, but here in DC, there wasn't even a future left. This caught Connors somewhat off guard.
Both sides were currently on the same Earth, and it was likely a relationship where one flourished or was harmed together.
However, since he was here, he would make the best of it. All he needed to do now was constantly eat gossip, eat big gossip, and keep getting stronger, becoming strong enough to handle any situation that might arise.
Tonight in Gotham City, Batman did not appear, but the Batwing soared in the sky, and the Batmobile raced through the streets and alleys, deterring anyone in Gotham City from daring to act rashly.
However, there was one exception. Connors walked swaggeringly down the streets of Gotham. Having been hungry all day, he was looking for a restaurant to fill his stomach—Batman hadn't invited him to eat.
—And the supercar he had borrowed from Alfred had been stolen.
Then, he was stopped by a red-haired female spy.
"Screech—"
The piercing sound of tires rubbing against the ground rang in Connors' ears. The stolen supercar stopped in front of him with an exceptionally cool drift. Black Widow Natasha rolled down the window, looking at him with a smile:
"Need a ride?"
Connors looked at Natasha and smiled too:
"You've come at the wrong time."
After he finished speaking, the car was stuck by a large amount of Silk falling from the sky and was lifted into the air.
Not only was Black Widow Natasha looking for him, but Silk Cindy Moon, who had been "hungry" all day yesterday, was also looking for him, and by chance, the two of them met.
Thus, history repeated itself, except this time Connors was not in the car.