Hong Fei, a redditor in American comics

Gotham.

Outside a magnificent mansion.

Hong Fei was wearing steel armor, and Barry stood beside him timidly.

"Sir, did I hear you correctly? This is Mr. Batman Wayne's home?"

Hong Fei: "Well, but it's not appropriate to use 'home' to describe it. It should be called 'house'. He has many houses, but..."

"what?"

Hong Fei glared at him.

It’s not that I won’t tell you, but I’m afraid you’ll spill the beans one day.

I am not afraid that he will come to me and cause trouble, but I am afraid that he will break the precept on the spot and kill you.

Considering Barry's nonsense, Hong Fei still endured it. .

It's not easy for someone to be willing to take the initiative to surrender... Bah, take the initiative to surrender to his subordinates. Hong Fei doesn't want him to die young.

Hong Fei didn't say anything, and Barry didn't dare to ask any more questions.

He looked at Wayne's mansion again, swallowed, and said, "Sir, is my test related to Mr. Wayne?"

"Yes, you are so smart!"

Anyone can think of such a thing, right?

Barry grimaced: "Sir, just tell me, what exactly do you want me to do?"

Hong Fei did not directly give the content of the test, but asked: "You seem to be scared?"

Hong Fei also said this when he met Barry.

Barry naturally remembered it, but he also thought of Hong Fei's previous remarks about him being timid and cowardly. He was not convinced and immediately retorted: "I'm not!"

"Not being afraid is not just a word."

"Sir, I'm really not afraid!"

"So you're nervous?"

"I'm not...well, I'm a little nervous."

Hong Fei nodded and looked at Wayne's mansion.

"You admire Batman?"

"Yes!"

"How do you admire him?"

Barry was stunned again when he heard this. Worship is worship, how else can he worship?

Hong Fei squinted: "Do you know what is the best way to worship someone?"

Barry said blankly: "What?"

"To put it nicely, you admire a person. The best way to pay tribute is to surpass him; to put it bluntly, defeat him."

"No, no, sir, I don't think I can defeat Mr. Wayne, he is..."

"Stupid, I didn't ask you to defeat him now, I just asked you to set a goal in your mind first!"

"Is that so..."

"Is there a problem?"

Barry thought for a while and seemed to think that what Hong Fei said was quite reasonable, so he nodded seriously: "No, sir, there is no problem. I think you are right."

"That's okay." Hong Fei lowered his head and said, "I know you admire him very much, and there is some awe mixed in it, but you have to know that if you want to stay, you must break this barrier. No matter you Who do you admire, work hard in his direction, strive for, and eventually surpass him? This is the person I want."

"Yes, I understand!"

"Very well, then listen up.

I have found out clearly that he will live here tonight, and your first test is divided into two parts.First, enter the mansion, find his Batcave and retrieve an iconic item from there; second, take a close-up photo of him as he is presumably asleep. "

Barry listened carefully at first, but by the end he became surprised.

"Sir... I can understand finding the Batcave, but why do you want to take a photo of him, and it's a close-up?"

Hong Fei responded seriously: "First of all, this is to exercise your courage. If you don't even have the courage to approach him, how can you defeat him in the future? Secondly, if you can find and approach him without him knowing, That means the gap between you and him is not as big as you think; finally, from now on, all you have to do is say whether you can do what I ask for, and don’t ask me why."

Barry, who heard the command from the words, did not feel insulted, but instead felt a little happy.

If my husband didn't regard me as one of his own, how could he order me like this?

"Sir, I understand!"

"Go!" Hong Fei waved his hand.

Barry turned around, then looked back: "Sir, I didn't bring my cell phone..."

Hong Fei wanted to slap him, but he was afraid of leaving too big a shadow on his young mind.

"Make up your own mind!"

Barry scratched his head weakly, turned around and ran towards the city.

Soon he ran back.

But this time he didn't dare to stop, but rushed straight into Wayne's house.

With the cold, wet wind blowing at night, Hong Fei closed his eyes and sensed something covering several miles in radius.

Not just telepathy, but his psychic telepathy.

Bruce was already asleep, otherwise Hong Fei wouldn't have let Barry in to take a bed photo of him.

Alfred is still awake, and he is staying in the Batcave busy making a suit for Batman.

The Mark43 that Bruce took away from Hong Fei has been dismantled into parts and placed in different areas. There are many robotic arms busy around each workbench.

The computer screen next to the wall is always on, and drawings and data are being written and adjusted automatically and quickly.

The moment Barry entered the room.

The Arthur clone that Bruce took away gave Bruce and Alfred a timely reminder.

Barry is fast, but he can't just break into an area without leaving a trace.

What's more, this is one of the bat bases that Bruce has carefully built, and various protection and monitoring methods are emerging one after another.

Bruce was awakened. He immediately lifted the quilt and stood up. Alfred's voice sounded in his ears at the same time.

"Master, someone broke in, and he is very fast."

"How fast is that?"

"It was so fast that even the artificial intelligence couldn't analyze his presence based on the surveillance."

Bruce frowned when he heard this, and said, "Wait for me."

With that said, he had already left the bed, turned around and used the mechanism to open the closet, and directly entered the underground Batcave from the secret passage.

At this time, Barry was still sneaking around on the first level looking for the entrance to the Batcave.

Barry runs so fast that he can't control the distance he runs during short runs, especially in a room full of furniture, where he feels constrained.

Of course his reaction can avoid these things, but if he is too fast, the strong wind will make abnormal noise, causing his infiltration plan to fail.

Therefore, he foolishly took the initiative to slow down.

On the other side, Bruce came to the Batcave and immediately put on his new equipment.

"Master, don't forget that it is still a semi-finished product for testing."

"I know."

At this point, Bruce turned around.

This time, the armor he wore was completely different from any that had ever appeared before.

Judging from the overall appearance, this is undoubtedly a set of heavy armor, similar to the one from the future BVS period.

However, in addition to the heaviness of this model, the beauty of the mechanical structure is also fully reflected.

It is still mainly black, and the design from head to toe also retains a strong bat style. Only by focusing on the details can you vaguely see some ideas of steel armor.

The biggest change is that Batman no longer shows his eyes and lower half of his face this time.

This is a full-coverage heavy-duty bat armor.

Of course, the chest is not the center of a circle or triangle like Iron Man. Instead, it is the classic bat logo, which is lit up by the light inside, making it particularly dazzling.

Bruce moved his hand, and the armor all over his body moved accordingly, and the pleasant sound of mechanical transmission sounded.

The armored palm is also loaded with a pulse launcher, and pieces of armor on the shoulders rise and fall, revealing the attack system inside.

The palms, arms, shoulders, back, knees, feet, and even the head were all equipped with special modules by Bruce.

Inheriting the past, he still retains a black cloak behind him.

However, the material of this cloak is unusual at first glance. It seems to be a process of weaving metal threads into a final product that is as soft as silk.

Since it can appear on Batman's body, the actual function of this unusual-looking thing cannot be simple.

"Self-check!" The same voice as always sounded from inside the armor.

Then a female voice responded: "Self-examination in progress... The inspection is over and no abnormalities were found."

At this time, Alfred, who was operating the computer, said: "Sir, the intruder slowed down and the artificial intelligence locked on his appearance."

Bruce looked up, and the light in his eyes seemed to be in sync with his slightly condensed eyes.

Barry's red figure was clearly visible on the screen, and the lower half of his face was caught on camera.His movements... were a little obscene, because he was bending down and reaching out to touch the bed where Bruce had just slept.

"Master, he seems to be your admirer." Alfred said with a smile.

Bruce: "How fast is he?"

"It's about three kilometers per second now, but I believe this is not his limit, because the speed he just broke in cannot be calculated at all, so we have no idea how much his current speed is under normal circumstances." Alfred paused and then said: "I think he didn't want to wake us up, but I think he was a rookie. Apart from his speed, his behavior was too reckless and immature."

"But he dared to break in."

"Yes, he's very brave."

Bruce thought for a while and quickly said: "Alfred, you hide first."

"Master?"

"The indoor environment seems to affect his speed, and the best place to do that is here."

Alfred stood up and shook his head: "That's not necessarily true. As I said just now, he may have taken the initiative to slow down just to not wake us up, but if he is discovered, there is no need to worry about this."

"I understand what you mean, but to fight such a very fast person, it is even more unreasonable to choose an open area."

"Master, what I actually mean is that we don't have to fight him, he can't be found here."

"Maybe. But I kind of know where he's coming from."

"Oh?"

"In Missouri, there is a fast runner. Many people have said this on the Internet. He saved many people and helped the police catch many criminals."

Alfred was surprised: "Then he is a good person?"

"A good person wouldn't break into my house in the middle of the night. Go ahead, Alfred, and leave it to me. The best test is actual combat!"

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Alfred knew that he could not persuade him, so he picked up the black tea on the table and turned towards the wall.

A thick metal door opened on the wall, Alfred stepped inside, and the door closed, leaving no gaps in the wall.

Bruce looked at the surrounding furnishings and said, "Put away all the important things."

"Yes, sir." The female artificial intelligence responded.

The parts borrowed by Mark 43 were picked up by the robotic arms and put into the cracks opened on the ground. In the blink of an eye, each workbench was cleared.

"Open the door for him."

Following his order, a secret door opened in the courtyard above the ground.

Barry, who was running wildly, quickly found the entrance and ran in without hesitation.

Entering the underground, Barry saw the Batsuit displayed on the side, and his figure was immediately revealed. He exclaimed: "Wow, my God, Mr. Wayne is indeed Batman!"

With that said, he quickly moved to the outside of the glass cabin again, put his hands on the glass and stroked it gently, his eyes widened like bells. If Tony knew about this behavior, he would definitely be jealous, because when he looked at the steel armor Clearly not acting so obsessed.

then.

A soft sound.

Three metal wires flashing with intense electric light flew from behind and wrapped tightly around Barry's neck, chest, abdomen, and feet. From the moment they made contact, the powerful current immediately made the unsuspecting Barry stand up straight. He fell to the ground losing all ability to resist.

Looking at Barry lying on the ground twitching, Bruce, who was hiding in a dark corner and ready for a big fight, couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Outside the mansion, Hong Fei was also silent.

Is it really necessary to accept such a fool?