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She chose to give up.
Despite her incredibly long lifespan.
But that doesn't mean she wants to spend a whole year working on a questionnaire.
To know!
This questionnaire has 500 questions!
"Maybe this cooldown time will be extended by accumulating 500 questions. In the end, I'll have to wait for decades or even centuries. That guy is definitely capable of doing something like that!"
Diana felt an unbearable headache and desperately hoped that Bruce could set things right—she thought Bruce was just temporarily unavailable, and she had never doubted Batman's abilities.
The air quality in New York is not very good.
But it's still better than Diana's stifled mood at this moment.
She was hoping Batman would intervene.
And what is Batman doing?
Three hundred feet underground in Gotham.
In Batman's private laboratory, in a location whose exact location cannot be revealed, the cold white light made the metal walls look like an icebox, and the air was filled with the faint smell of burning electronic equipment.
There was also a hint of tension that was hard to define.
External interference cannot affect the atmosphere here, because there is no internet access here at all, which is why Batman and the Flash remain so calm.
"哐哐哐~"
They are rebuilding a new dream detection instrument.
A device capable of delving into the conscious world and reading subconscious signals. Batman believes this device could help him and the Justice League uncover the nightmares the Flash experiences each night.
In this regard.
Barry Allen chose to believe.
With the Speed Force and several doctoral degrees, completing the Batman blueprints wouldn't be too difficult for him, since the planning and design of the blueprints also took into account his level of knowledge.
Having a close teammate is just like that.
The Flash's underwear and trump card.
Batman has always seen right through him.
“Seriously, is all this stuff really necessary? I feel like you’re just using this as an excuse to collect my Speed Force data.” Barry Allen was covered in sensors and electrodes.
Even the clothes borrowed from the Kent family had been cut in several places.
The tiny probes that shimmer on the skin are exposed.
Without looking up, Batman typed a string of code on the holographic keyboard: "No, I'm just collecting Speed Force samples. I figured out your basic data three years ago."
He is as honest as Ian.
After debugging some data.
The man also stepped forward and removed several test tubes from the instruments on Barry Allen's body, which were now flashing with golden arcs of electricity.
I had previously depleted a significant portion of my Speed Force reserves.
Batman will certainly find a way to replenish it.
His honesty and the fact that he picked up the test tube in person really left The Flash somewhat helpless.
"Couldn't you at least try to hide it a little and consider my feelings a tiny bit?" Barry Allen stood with his hands on his hips, holding back for a long time, but ultimately didn't dare to complain too seriously.
After all, having been with the Justice League for so many years, he knew the Dark Knight's style all too well. If you showed even the slightest dissatisfaction, your profile would have a red "potential destabilizing factor" mark added the next day—your danger rating would be raised by at least three levels.
If a superhuman has no ambition and no dark side, why would he be afraid of others devising plans against him? The Flash can even imagine Batman's meticulous psychological process.
Let alone in the Justice League, even the minor heroes living in third-tier cities know just how severe Batman's paranoia is.
This is not.
Even if the Flash is emotionally stable.
"I'll be more careful next time." After glancing at him, Batman silently raised the Flash's danger rating by 0.5, though it was unclear what his reasons were.
"you……"
Barry opened his mouth.
In the end, I didn't ask.
In the center of the laboratory.
A giant device resembling an MRI scanner is humming and running.
A strange liquid was flowing from several tubes.
It looks really creepy.
It's the result of several hours of hard work by The Flash and Batman.
"Can this thing really help me?" Barry walked up to the machine, changing the subject. His fingers lightly touched the outer casing, but he was instantly forced to pull his hand back by some kind of energy reaction.
"Ok?"
Barry was very confused.
He only knew the principles of construction, not the principles of operation.
Doctor.
It's just the beginning in some areas.
"At least let us see what form of corruption you've encountered." Batman finally turned around, his black cape swaying behind him, as he made final adjustments to a tablet.
“Ian said I’m dying.” Barry stared at the machine in front of him, his voice suddenly dropping. He wasn’t afraid of dying, but he didn’t want to die in a meaningless and unclear way.
“Don’t rush, we still have several dozen hours, if that kid’s judgment is correct.” Batman walked to the console and began entering the startup sequence.
"Hearing you say that makes me even more worried!" Barry scratched his head. "Usually, the phrase 'only a few dozen hours left' is followed by the end of the world!"
His expression was wonderful.
However, Batman had no intention of appreciating it.
"Finding the problem is the most difficult part. In fact, once we understand the situation you are in, solving it will not be difficult."
Batman continued to manipulate the control panel.
His words were full of determination.
"Solving a problem is much easier than finding one? Uh... is that really true?" Barry's expression was full of astonishment. He felt that there might really be a generation gap between him and Batman.
In this regard.
Batman did not answer.
He simply pointed to the machine's open hatch. Barry grimaced and resignedly lay down inside. The metal frame automatically closed, securing the Flash in a fetal position.
"Get started now. Be prepared. You'll soon be plunged into a deep dream," Batman warned as he began activating the newly built machine.
There was no spark.
There is no such thing as failure.
"System initialization complete."
"Neural connections are being established."
"Dream synchronization rate: 87%"
"The goal has entered the superficial stage of awareness."
……
Batman's creations rarely have problems.
I saw.
Lines of cold data were displayed on the screen.
A monotonous, mechanical voice kept ringing out.
Barry's breathing rate gradually slowed, and his heartbeat stabilized. His eyeballs began to move rapidly under his eyelids, and he slowly entered the REM sleep stage.
and this.
not enough.
As deeper layers of dreams are unearthed, activated, and intervened upon.
A pale blue beam of light shot out from the top of the instrument, enveloping the entire cabin. Immediately afterwards, Barry's brainwave pattern began to fluctuate violently, as if he were experiencing an unprecedented storm of consciousness.
Batman stared intently at the screen, trying to catch any unusual fluctuations.
Sudden.
The brainwave spectrum showed a strange pattern—a wave curve that had never been recorded before, exhibiting a spiral-like increasing trend, like a projection of some high-dimensional structure.
At the same time, Barry's lips trembled slightly, as if he were murmuring to himself in his sleep:
“They are…watching us…it’s not an illusion…they really exist…”
Batman's pupils contracted.
what is this?
Is it the Flash's own fear amplified? Or...?
Real intruders?
"Tap tap tap, tap tap tap~" Batman's hands kept operating on the control panel, but Barry Allen's dream did not appear on the screen that had been set up.
The instrument is not malfunctioning.
The laboratory was completely silent.
Only the ticking of the instruments echoed in the air. Batman sat at the control panel, his eyes fixed on the constantly changing data stream, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper. He couldn't figure out the specific reason why the dream images hadn't appeared, only vaguely sensing that they might be being blocked in some form.
"Has this invasion progressed to such an extent that it can affect our world?" Batman even activated backup mode, but still couldn't see Barry's dream on the screen.
He hadn't felt like this in a long time.