I became light in American comics

Doraemon.

That's right, Fox plays roughly that kind of role. His daily routine is basically that Batman encounters some new villain with strange abilities, suffers a setback, survives, and studies countermeasures. Then Fox always manages to develop some kind of targeted equipment, and Batman, now equipped with the new gear, often immediately turns the tide and wins. He's the king of the second battle.

It's somewhat similar to the pattern of Nobita getting into trouble outside and coming home to ask Doraemon for help.

“I heard about the Riddler,” Fox said, standing up. “I knew you might come. I’ve designed a new flood control system, and the board is interested in taking over the project.”

I glanced at the blueprint and identified a few areas where we could leave room for Batman to maneuver. Next time something like this happens, we'll be able to take the initiative.

“That sounds good, Fox, but that’s not why I’m here this time,” Bruce interrupted.

"Hmm?" Fox raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you want to upgrade your equipment? The new model of the grappling hook is still being tested. Oh, by the way, I've already cut out the cloak I mentioned last time. It hardens quickly when powered on; it should perform well as a glider."

“No, not these this time, Fox.”

Bruce shook his head.

"This time, I want armor."

Fox: "?"

"Armor status?"

"Energy level: 74%," Pal said. "The performance in the last battle largely met expectations, but there are a few minor areas for improvement. The joints in my arms are slightly stiff, and the light energy transmission efficiency of the two transmission channels could be further enhanced."

"Write this down for me, and I'll make improvements later," Shen You said.

In this practical test against the demons, the second-generation armor performed satisfactorily. Besides its inherent performance boost, the N-metal likely played a major role. Both demons and monsters are essentially magic-based, and both N-metal and Amazon metal excel in magic resistance, so their damage was negligible against the armor.

Finally, the demon gang was successfully wiped out, resulting in a huge harvest of experience points.

Last night's surge in solar energy was also quite encouraging, but the main contribution came from his heroic act of pushing the floodwaters. That short ten-second video has gone viral online, and he's simultaneously dominated headlines across all media outlets.

Even the blockbuster news of Batman defeating the Riddler had to take a backseat. Interestingly, an insider revealed that the Riddler was in a very bad mental state when he was imprisoned in Arkham, and it seems that the incident of his flood being forcibly pushed back had greatly traumatized him.

“Should we perform a search for Rachel Ross?” Parr asked.

"Okay, but let's put it a little lower on the priority list. Let's first see what that Kryptonian is all about, or rather, what kind of guy looks like a Kryptonian."

This is clearly the more noteworthy item in the to-do list.

Since Krypton exploded, among the few remaining Kryptonians, apart from the Superman and Supergirl families' inherited Boy Scouts and naive girls, almost everyone else is a villain.

It might even be related to Kara.

In the DC universe, databases like those of the Pentagon, CIA, and FBI are basically public restrooms, getting entered and exited an average of eight to ten times a week. Cyborg takes a look on Monday, Batman rummages around on Tuesday, a bald guy from Metropolis casually strolls in on Wednesday, and on Thursday, a few people coincidentally crash into a car and end up playing cards inside.

Since so many people come and go all day long, Shen You figured one more wouldn't make a difference, so he simply asked Pal to get him an annual pass so he could go in and check out any inside information whenever he wanted.

And then, sure enough, progress was made.

However, this time the news didn't come from official sources, but from Gotham's underground.

Gotham City also has something similar to the "dark web." It's a dark corner teeming with gangsters, assassins, contraband trafficking, and even potentially infiltrating Gotham's high-ranking officials undercover.

It was in this place that Shen You discovered a clue.

"Aliens in Gotham!"

An anonymous post on a forum stated this.

Shen You clicked to browse it.

The story is roughly about a low-level gangster who, after having hot pot and karaoke with some buddies, suddenly saw a beautiful woman on the street as they walked home arm in arm.

The guys' eyes lit up. In a place like Gotham, they basically assumed that nine out of ten women wandering around alone at this hour were female perverts, looking for fun.

So the group excitedly went up to A.

Then they all typed GG at the same time.

"It's not a hallucination, she's not human, definitely not human!" the poster exclaimed in exasperation. "She's as strong as a monster, and she snapped Mike's tube in half with a single stroke! Several brothers were taken down by her in an instant. It's so bizarre, like a ghost; we didn't even see her move!"

Then a guy downstairs appeared with a rather strange question: "That pipe you're talking about, is it legitimate?"

"I'm talking about steel pipes! What are you thinking with those weapons in your hands?"

Another person questioned, "Were you guys drunk around that time? Maybe she just learned some self-defense techniques. This is Gotham, there's nothing strange about it, is there?"

"Have you ever seen a self-defense technique for women that teaches shooting lasers into the eyes?" the poster retorted.

"If she's really that strong, how are you still alive?"

The replies were spaced several minutes apart, suggesting the poster was going through a fierce internal struggle.

He finally replied, "Well... my kidneys or something aren't working too well, I just watched from the back and didn't go in, so I escaped unscathed."

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Then the tone of the comments went completely awry. Some expressed sympathy for the guy's plight, others shared his feelings, and some even used the opportunity to promote their own pills.

It possesses immense strength, incredible speed, and most importantly, it can shoot lasers from its eyes.

It sounds quite similar.

"Help me find the person who posted this and identify him. He's our eyewitness," Shen You said.

"The poster is anonymous, and the information has not been made public. The IP address is being tracked."

Pal is extremely efficient; the information on the display changes rapidly, and the result appears very quickly.

"Target locked."

"The trail led to a casino located on 92nd Street in the Upper East Side. It was a property owned by Sal Maroni, a front for illicit financial activities."

The casino is currently operated by a low-level boss within Sal Maroni's faction, named Oswald Chesterfield Copperpot.

As he spoke, he had already displayed the photo and a series of information on the screen.

Shen You glanced at the name and narrowed his eyes.

The ID looks familiar.

Chapter 62 Little Penguin

Dark clouds hung heavy over Gotham, and a light drizzle poured down from the sky. The streetlights, softened by the rain, cast hazy glows onto the streets.

Gotham on a rainy night carries an unusual sense of oppression, like a giant in the darkness, silently gathering in every corner of the city. The outlines of skyscrapers are blurred in the rain, with only a few lights barely shining through the windows. The staircases on street corners and the walls in alleys are covered with dying neon signs, their faint colored lights adding a touch of melancholy to the rainy night.

Oswald Copport was a short, stocky man. He was born with deformities and resembled a penguin, hence the nickname "Penguin Man".

In the future, he will become Batman's main villain. After the major villains of Gotham in the "pre-Batman era" have all fallen, he will become Gotham's new underground emperor in the "post-Batman era".

Unlike the Joker, a madman who brings pure bloodshed and chaos, the Penguin, while also a ruthless mob boss, undeniably brought order to Gotham. He even collaborated with Batman in some confrontations against even more insane criminals.

Of course, that's a matter for the future. Right now, the old emperor hasn't fallen yet, and Penguin hasn't risen to power. In this era, Cobblestone is just a lowly pawn under Maroni, who has barely managed to become a minor casino boss after years of hard work.

Cobbler was sitting in his casino office at night, legs crossed, smoking a cigar and blowing smoke rings, looking like a carefree madman. Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the skylight, and Batman, cloak up, descended from the sky and landed directly on his desk.

What's going on?!

Cobbler was taken aback and hurriedly tried to draw his gun to fight back. But Batman slapped his gun away and roughly lifted him off the chair.

“A new player has arrived in Gotham,” Batman said in a deep voice. “An assassin, codenamed ‘Deadshot.’ He was here earlier. What did you say?”

Although Batman was a newcomer these days, his fanbase was also a newcomer. Cobblestone, a rookie who was dealing with Batman for the first time, was so frightened that his legs almost went weak, and he stammered, "Mr. Batman, I don't know what you're talking about."

Don't lie to me.

Batman then slammed him to the ground, leaving him completely disoriented.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by a woman's voice.

"Honey, are you there?"

"I'm coming~"

Immediately following was the sound of a door being pushed open.

A hot blonde woman with long legs appeared from behind the door, wearing a short pencil skirt that was almost a belt, and she swayed her hips as she walked in.

Cobblestone quickly turned around and found that Batman, who had been on the table, had vanished like a ghost.

He's still here!

For some reason, Copport had such a strong premonition.

That bat monster is still in this room!

The woman coiled around him like a water snake, and Cobo immediately bristled like a startled cat, quickly dodging away.

The blonde woman had a strange expression.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"I'm not available today, Maggie," Cobblestone stammered. "How about we call it a day?"

"what."

The blonde glanced at his lower body and immediately gave him a look of sympathy.

"Sorry, I didn't even notice. Poor little thing. Oh dear! How did you get hurt? Did you get into a fight?"

She reached out and touched the bloodstain on Copport's forehead from the fall.

Cobblestone quickly dodged the question, stammering, "No, it's nothing. I'm fine."

“That’s true.” Maggie laughed. “With your methods, anyone who dared to hit you is probably feeding the fish in Gotham Harbor by now.”

Cobbler jumped in fright, as if he could feel the chilling gaze of some old silver coin bat emanating from somewhere in the darkness. He quickly covered Maggie's mouth: "You...you're talking nonsense! I'm a respectable businessman. I would never dare to do anything like murder, arson, dispose of a body, or sink Gotham Harbor to pour concrete piles."

"what?"

Maggie looked completely bewildered, staring at him as if he were an idiot.

WTF?

A law-abiding citizen, Penguin?

Don't be ridiculous. Our president even said he loves peace.

The dark figure appeared silently.

Snapped.

A swift and clean chop to the neck. Maggie's vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground.