Chapter 26: Ch.25 Far-Sighted Considerations

Chapter 26: Ch.25 Far-Sighted Considerations

It had to be said, Cindy's cooking skills were truly awful. As she'd mentioned herself, she just threw whatever vegetables she could find into a pot.

Su Ming swore this was the worst stew he'd ever eaten, and to make it worse, it was a Western-style sweet soup.

The turkey, however, left behind by Bryce, probably prepared by the old butler, was still edible despite the faint refrigerator taste.

The three of them ate in silence.

Vic couldn't find any proper protective suits but did manage to scrounge up a few Bat-masks.

They didn't know what Bryce intended to use them for, but after inspecting them, they confirmed they had some anti-toxic functions, so everyone put one on.

There weren't any decent weapons in the Batcave. Su Ming wasn't interested in Batarangs. He did, however, replenish his supply of smoke bombs, and that was the extent of their preparations.

The group returned to the vehicle, leaving a mess behind them, without bothering to clean up or cover their tracks.

Su Ming once again blindfolded everyone, and Cindy drove them out of the cave.

Outside, the wind had subsided slightly, but the rain had intensified. The torrential downpour engulfed the car, and the atmosphere grew heavier.

Su Ming leaned back in the passenger seat, resting his head on his arms, quietly contemplating.

If Falcone and Ra's al Ghul were still manageable threats, then the Batman Who Laughs and Barbatos, who remained hidden in the shadows, were a different matter. Su Ming knew their plans, but that was the comic version of them. In the real world, anything could change.

His presence alone was a disruption to the original story, and the resulting butterfly effect was incalculable.

His past knowledge of the comics no longer provided much help, except perhaps to gauge the enemies' power levels and their trump cards.

If the Batman Who Laughs engaged in a direct confrontation, he and Cindy could certainly win, but Barbatos was a completely different beast.

Known as the Dragon of the Dark Multiverse and the Bat-God, he was a multiversal-level entity. That kind of power was not something one or two people could handle.

In the comics, defeating Barbatos required certain special metals.

If he pulled several from the other side, the balance would be disrupted, causing severe consequences like the Flashpoint Paradox and Infinite Crisis.

If, as per his plan, he pulled all of them over, the scales would topple, and everyone would perish.

If Su Ming wanted to continue living, he had to head to the Light Multiverse and root out the problem.

Because the plot had changed, his arrival had already altered the fate of Earth -11. Everything was different from the comics. If the Justice League still acted like in the comics, the outcome was uncertain.

He didn't want to leave his fate in the hands of others.

But Deathstroke was a mercenary, not a magician. How could he cross the dimensional barriers?

Right now, he hadn't figured out a solution. He could only take things one step at a time.

Cindy didn't know what he was thinking. She just noticed that Su Ming had grown much quieter.

By now, the water on the road was so deep that driving felt more like boating. The car plowed through the water, leaving ripples in its wake.

In the car, apart from the five of them, there was only the corpse of the Shadow Dancer, wrapped in several black garbage bags and tossed in a corner. Maybe it could be used as a bargaining chip with the League of Shadows.

Everyone was silent. There was a sense of impending battle in the air, though each person's expression differed.

Barbara was lost in thought, her face alternating between blushes and paleness as she occasionally glanced at Su Ming's back.

Vic, on the other hand, was excited, adjusting her gas mask in the mirror, trying to see how it looked on her. She felt that tonight she would be witnessing history.

As for Pete, well, he didn't have any thoughts because he seemed to have passed out.

The weather had turned them into the only vehicle on the road. The dark highway stretched out before them, their headlights the only source of light.

The storm had likely damaged Gotham's power infrastructure, leaving most of the city in darkness, except for a few central districts.

However, the Bat-Signal atop the police station—it seemed like it was always on.