American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 1001 Dr. Manhattan finally makes his appearance!

Rorschach, on the other hand, gripped the ancient lantern that emitted light tightly, his ink-stained mask warily covering everyone.

The sudden arrival of this powerful and unexpected lineup of invaders instantly froze everything on the rooftop.

The clown's finger, poised to pull the trigger, froze, and his sinister grin vanished.

Erica and Marcos were stunned, as if a pause button had been pressed, and looked at the group of uninvited guests with suspicion and uncertainty.

Upon seeing Peter, and remembering the unhealable scars he had left on them, the two immediately froze, their faces showing terror.

Even the Comedian, groaning in pain on the ground, and Bruce, struggling desperately, temporarily forgot their own predicament.

"It seems we've arrived just in time."

Peter glanced at Bruce, who was badly injured, and said to Raven, "Raven, go help Batman up."

"Yes, Dad."

Raven's voice came from under the hood, flat and emotionless.

Without any hesitation, she silently glided towards Bruce.

Raven stretched out her slender arm, shrouded in shadow, and firmly supported Bruce's almost exhausted arm, lifting his heavy body from the cold mud.

Bruce groaned, the intense pain making his vision go black.

But he managed to stay upright and didn't collapse, instead leaning some of his weight on Raven.

Peter's gaze calmly followed Raven's movements until she steadily helped the nearly incapacitated Batman to stand beside her.

With Raven's support, Bruce managed to straighten his back, his eyes, though hidden behind the shattered mask, remained sharp as he stared intently at the Joker.

Only after Bruce was helped over by Raven did Peter slowly shift his gaze to the Joker.

The clown's face paint was now somewhat mottled from being washed away by the rain.

His signature exaggerated smile is still on his face, but upon closer inspection, the muscle lines of his smile seem somewhat stiff.

Peter said to the clown in an unfriendly tone, "It seems the 'gifts' I left for you in pantomime and marionettes are not enough to wake you up, Mr. Clown."

"Was my 'gift' not substantial enough?"

Peter paused, his gaze sweeping over the twisted, broken flamethrower in the clown's hand before returning to his face, marred by paint.

Although the Joker is Bruce's "official partner," Peter doesn't mind sending this guy to hell now because he's so clueless.

The air froze instantly.

For the first time, the clown's smile twitched noticeably and uncontrollably.

He knows Peter very well.

Although the two had never met before, he knew that Peter had a close relationship with Batman, that the latter was very powerful, and that none of his children seemed to be easy to deal with.

This kind of guy isn't like Batman, willing to patiently play along.

Peter's gaze was unusually cold in the Joker's eyes.

It's not the coldness of Batman, burning with anger and the fire of justice, but a pure, all-knowing indifference, like looking down on ants, understanding everything and controlling life and death.

The clown emitted a wheezing sound from his throat, a sound that was neither clear nor meaningful, like an old bellows being forcibly pulled.

He wanted to laugh, to shatter the suffocating oppression with his signature manic laughter.

But the stiffness in his muscles and the unfamiliar chill deep inside him brought his laughter to an abrupt halt.

He instinctively took half a step back.

The purple leather shoes, covered in mud, made a slightly harsh sound as they rubbed against the slippery cement floor.

The clown's voice finally came out, hoarse and dry, "Dear...uh...Mr. Patrick...I really like your gift, but Mr. Patrick, I haven't prepared a return gift yet, so would you mind if I go back and prepare one now?"

Knowing that Peter might kill him at any moment, the Joker decided to slip away, realizing that this was no place to linger.

"Of course not, your game isn't over yet."

As Peter spoke, his gaze swept over Erica and Marcos, who were also deeply shocked and uneasy by Peter's arrival, not far behind the clown.

Erica covered her empty left eye, Marcos's intact right ear twitched slightly, and the two looked at Peter with undisguised fear in their eyes.

When the Joker heard Peter say, "The game isn't over yet," he chuckled dryly and looked at Batman with a wronged expression.

The meaning is clear: Dude, I'm just playing around with you, you're not going to call my parents, are you?

Saturn Girl watched as the clown was stunned, a look of shock appearing on her face.

Mr. Peter Patrick, can you even intimidate a clown?

She knew all too well how lawless this clown was.

the other side.

Seeing the Joker intimidated by Peter, the Pharaoh's gaze swept across the entire room in an instant without making a sound, finally locking onto the blood-soaked, bound Comedian.

A burning light blazed in his eyes.

"It's him!"

The Pharaoh's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, "Another person carrying 'traces'!"

He glanced sharply at the green lantern in Rorschach's hand, then at the restless Boubastis in his arms, and finally fixed his gaze on the Comedian. "Cat! Echoes of the past (Johnny)! Echoes of the future (Saturn Girl)! Displaced cosmic dust (The Comedian)! Lantern!"

His voice grew louder and louder, filled with an almost religious fanaticism of certainty, “All the ‘anchors’ connecting that man… are in place!”

Peter paused for a moment when he heard the Pharaoh say that all the traces had been found.

He shifted his gaze from the clown to the Pharaoh.

Could this guy really find Dr. Manhattan?
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Pharaoh no longer hesitated, picked up Boubastis, and strode towards Rorschach.

The ink on Rorschach's mask churned wildly, but Peter did not stop it under his calm gaze.

The Pharaoh carefully placed Boubastis on the wet ground, less than half a meter away from the green lantern.

The moment the Siamese cat's four paws touched the cold cement.

A sudden change occurred!

Boubastis's hair stood on end as if he had been electrocuted.

It let out a shrill scream that was so distorted it was no longer a cat's meow, but more like the wail of some dying beast.

At the same time, the ancient green lantern, as if thrown into a deep pool with pebbles, suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented green light.

The light was no longer gentle, but carried a violent force, as if it were about to tear space apart.

The light instantly engulfed Bubastis.

The cat's body trembled and contorted violently in the bright light, as if it were enduring immense pain.

Even more chilling was the sudden eruption of an indescribable, terrifying gravitational force originating from the quantum level, centered on the cat and the lamp.

The air on the roof groaned under the weight of the weight.

Rainwater is distorted and evaporated by an invisible force field a few meters away from the center point.

The broken steel bars and cement fragments were forcibly ripped from the ground, suspended in the air, and swirled wildly around the center point.

Rorschach and the Pharaoh, who were closest to the force, were pushed backward by it.

The Saturn Girl was deathly pale, her hands covering her temples as if she were enduring a tremendous mental shock.

Raven, Mordred, and Azu were completely stunned by the sudden turn of events.

what is this? !!

Batman clutched his chest, a growing unease settling in his heart.

He felt as if a powerful force was about to descend.

He looked at Peter with unease, hoping to get some information from him.

Peter's expression was unusually calm at this moment.

He could feel it; the man was coming!

Bubastis writhed and screamed in agony in the green light, its body seemingly becoming a conduit to some unknown dimension.

Then a pure blue light, like a torrent breaking free of its restraints, suddenly burst forth from inside the cat's body.

The blue light quickly swallowed the lantern's light, turning the entire rooftop into a deep blue.

"Come out!"

The Pharaoh let out a roar like that of a wounded beast.

He endured the immense gravitational field and energy shock, his face contorted, his pupils burning with madness and extreme pain, staring intently at the ever-growing core of blue light.

No matter which time or space Dr. Manhattan is in, he cannot resist this force pulling him here.

"The more you resist, the more you suffer! Show yourself! Joan Osterman! Face your creation! Face your traces! Face this universe you have manipulated! Come out!"

"Boom——!!!"

Several thick bolts of lightning struck down without warning from Gotham's leaden sky.

It didn't strike somewhere else, but rather hit the very edge of the police station building's roof with perfect precision.

The violent electric snakes darted wildly, striking the metal water tank, lightning rod, and exposed steel bars, exploding with blinding sparks and deafening explosions.

The entire rooftop shook violently under the combined onslaught of thunder and blue light, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

At the heart of this destructive energy storm, deep within the suffocating blue light, a silhouette began to take shape.

A pure blue without any impurities.

It had no hair, no clothes, only a body that seemed to be made of energy, emitting a constant and cold glow, like a cold gaze cast by the universe itself.

He was suspended there, his feet off the ground.

There was no movement, no expression.

Those eyes slowly opened, looking down at all the tiny creatures on the roof.

There was no anger, no doubt, only an indifference that transcended time and space and understood everything.

Dr. Manhattan has arrived!
(End of this chapter)