What? Teammate lives in Arkham Asylum?

"Hiss... So, the Riddler can now directly transform humans into another form, retaining their thoughts and life, but they can no longer be called human?"

"Do you think a hexagonal prism can still be called human?" Two-Face put on a pair of surgical gloves and pulled out a yellowish-green object from the pile of corpse fragments. "However, it seems that only humans, creatures with a certain level of intelligence, can be transformed into such hexagonal prisms... Look at this mutated stray cat, apart from becoming stronger and larger, its intelligence hasn't improved at all... When they were chasing and intercepting me and Cobblestone, they could be said to have no intelligence at all. Neither pain nor death could make them show the slightest intention to back down. This is absolutely not in line with the characteristics and instincts of animals."

Upon hearing Two-Face's words, Tim immediately took the only intact head of the mutated monster.

As the bone saw spun rapidly, everyone could see what was inside...

Nothing at all.

"In other words, the brain tissue of these creatures with insufficient intelligence is transformed into this yellowish-green substance, which then strengthens their entire body." Tim's lips twitched. "This really is trading intelligence for power..."

"Hexagonal columnar objects, preserving thought and life... Could this be some kind of bio-signal tower that transforms humans into receiving signals?" Stephanie, a fan of bizarre and gory B-movies, racked her brains at full speed. "When enough humans are transformed into bio-signal towers, some being that grants the Riddler this strange power will break through the barriers of the world and descend into the real universe... This kind of thing has been mentioned more than once in those third-rate comics and novels!"

Everyone looked at Stephanie.

Although at first glance, this argument might seem absurd...

But the ridiculous thing is, they all know... that's most likely what will happen in Gotham this time!

Not only the members of the Bat Family, but even the temporary reinforcements changed their expressions.

The FBI agents are alright; their understanding of the universe far surpasses that of most people.

But Poison Ivy and Artemis are different.

"You mean, what we're facing now is something like a powerful Outer God?" Ivy frowned, tapping her arms repeatedly with her hands. "No wonder... why the Green of All Things fell into chaos. But given their methods of transforming humans, I'm afraid the Red of All Beings won't be much better."

"The green of all things and the red of all beings? Is the impact really that big?" Artemis also realized that things were getting serious. "How about... I go to Paradise Island to call for people? If Paradise Island isn't enough, I'll call over the Olympian gods as well? This kind of alien invasion is a huge threat to the entire Earth and even the universe. They will definitely not stand idly by."

The two of them clearly hadn't expected the trouble they were about to face to be this big!

I initially thought it was just the villains of Gotham City who teamed up to pull off a big stunt while Batman was away!

Now it seems... even if the Joker were resurrected, he couldn't create such a huge joke.

“The most urgent thing now is to contact the FBI!” Dick slammed his hand on the table, drawing everyone’s attention. “Clearly, this is no longer a problem we can solve.”

“That’s a great idea, Mr. Dick,” Lilith’s voice rang out at the right moment. “While you were finishing the autopsy, I had already started sending distress signals to everyone at the FBI… but unfortunately, I didn’t receive any reply.”

"No reply whatsoever? Not even the Astartes stationed in other cities have responded?" Jason was speechless. "So why didn't they deploy a squad of Astartes in Gotham City in the first place? I remember the Midnight Lords had a good relationship with Dad."

“It’s all because of these so-called higher-dimensional beings… Don’t forget just how special Gotham City is. Even my father, a six-dimensional being, can’t use his power here, otherwise it would incur the wrath of certain beings,” Cassandra calmly analyzed. “The signal is being blocked, perhaps because enough humans have already been transformed into those hexagonal columnar objects… We’ve already assumed they’ve been reset into some kind of living signal receiver, and maybe this signal can block all kinds of radio waves, isolating Gotham.”

Although Cassandra is not a professional researcher, her analysis of the battle situation and her grasp of local circumstances are even more astute than that of the genius Tim.

Therefore, this conclusion was reached...

This time, they were truly facing some kind of outward god who was about to descend.

"Honestly, aren't we just incredibly unlucky?"

Damian raised his head and calmly looked at his brothers and sisters.

"Could it be that the 'Mold B' constitution of six-dimensional beings is contagious?"

……

"Hmm? Why do I vaguely hear someone saying bad things about six-dimensional beings?"

At the Kent farm, John Lee was wielding a pitchfork, piling up the dried hay that had been spread out to dry.

This is a task that labor reform personnel must complete every day.

Furthermore... one is not allowed to use one's super strength or super speed, at least not exceeding the level of a strong adult.

So John Lee spends at least one-fifth of his time on this every day.

Although Grandma Martha would make them delicious honey-glazed roasted potatoes after they finished these chores every day, it still couldn't mask the tedium and boredom of the work.

Especially after working for almost a month, John Lee can now work without thinking and complete tasks perfectly by relying on muscle memory.

But just as he was letting his mind wander, he vaguely heard a sound of complaint.

And this voice... sounds just like his good friend, Damian.

So he snapped out of his mental daze, closed his eyes, and his super hearing, almost indistinguishable from that of a Kryptonian, instantly picked up the sounds of Gotham City.

But instead of hearing any human voices, there was a sound like something wriggling.

Just as John Lee was wondering if suppressing his physical strength had caused problems with his abilities, a powerful melody rang out.

"Ding-dong-dong-dong-dong! Playing with babies! Ding-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong! Using too much paper! La la la la!"

He turned around and saw Tracy and Raven walking towards him.

Tracy was holding John Lee's FBI terminal in her hand.

"Li, you have a new message... It seems to have been sent through Damian's terminal."