My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Black woman, bone spur necklace, model body.

Eric quickly deduced her identity.

There should be only one superhero in the DC world who can have this identity-the Vixen.

Vixen is the first black superhero in the DC world. She was born on the African continent. In order to avoid her uncle's pursuit, she fled to the United States to hide her identity, changed her name to Mary McBee, and became a fashion model.

The necklace around her neck is a Tantu necklace with magical power, which allows her to gain the power of any one or several animals.

She can even combine the telepathic ability of Gorilla Gurud, the flying ability of falcons, the swimming ability of dolphins, the sprinting ability of cheetahs, the echolocation of bats, the climbing ability of spiders...

And she can also gain the ability of superhumans within 150 feet around her in a short period of time by imitating.

Like Raven, she is a superhero with high potential.

Although many times, she can't exert her own strength.

"Who the hell are you two?"

Maybe because she realized that she was talking too much, the vixen stopped talking, looked at the two people, especially Eric, and asked aloud after a few seconds.

She was puzzled by the Batman-like uniform on the other party.

"Thank you for saving us, ma'am. I'm Raven, and next to me is Batman."

Raven introduced himself to the two restrainedly.

"And me, ma'am!"

The Joker was annoyed at Raven's neglect of him, and he yelled, "To the Batman next to me, I must say, Batgirl, you'll have to let him introduce himself. He was going to squeeze his throat and prick up his pointy ears, Said 'I'm Batman' but you ruined his self-introduction and grand entrance! There's no guarantee he won't hold a grudge."

Vixen was not too surprised when she saw the clown in the lantern, but she stared at Eric in surprise, "Wait...wait, you said he was Batman, but Batman is already dead It's impossible!"

After all, he turned his face and stared at the red-haired beauty flying the plane, "Pamela, come and tell me, does this person look like a fake?"

Pamela, the real Poison Ivy in the DC world, has beautiful red hair, and a Poison Ivy with green and green petals on the corners of her eyebrows.

Turn around slightly.

puff!

A plant vine issued from her hand and shot straight at Eric.

She seemed to be planning to use this sneak attack to test whether Eric was Batman.

The wrist-thick plant vines were grabbed by Eric.

"I once had a friend, Ms. Pamela, who has similar abilities to yours and likes to be so unexpected."

Eric said the first sentence when he entered the cockpit of the plane, his voice was hoarse and slightly sharp.

"You can't be Batman! Batman is dead, and in the halls of the Justice League, he died at the wit and sagacity he was so proud of. Humph! It's such an irony that he's always saving I am busy with the world, but I never thought that I would destroy the world.”

The Poison Ivy Girl spoke earnestly and said without turning her head.

The voice was cold and chilling.

This is nothing like the Poison Ivy girl in Gotham City.

The Poison Ivy girl in Gotham always looks charming and calm all the time. For any man, she always has the expression that she can eat you at any time.

But the Poison Ivy girl in front of her has no charm, her eyes are full of indifference.

The gorgeous clothes of the past were replaced by tattered coarse cloth clothes, the exposed parts were covered by plants, and the hair was messed up as if it hadn't been washed for many days.

Not only her, but the vixen beside her was also dressed as a refugee.

The khaki clothes were covered with dust, and the ripped parts of the thighs were wrapped in bandages. Perhaps for convenience, she shaved a crew cut, which lost her former sexiness, and instead gave her a little more heroism.

"Maybe the old Batman died and a new Batman was born."

Eric didn't answer Poison Ivy's question directly.

"It doesn't matter who you are anymore. In this world, even if Batman is resurrected, what can he do? The past is the past, and everyone... there is no turning back."

Poison Ivy's words were full of sadness.

The vixen walked over and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

A few people fell into silence.

Although Eric had a lot to say, he didn't know how to speak.

Facing the pain of the world being destroyed, his heart also became heavy.

So much so that even the words I wanted to ask were held in my throat and I couldn't say them.

The plane arrived at its destination in the silence of several people.

A towering mountain lies in front of you.

The mountain peak soars into the sky, straight into the sky.

The plane stopped on a slightly flat platform at the foot of the mountain, and Vixen took several people off the plane.

"where is this place?"

Eric asked the Vixen.

"Just follow in."

She had no intention of explaining.

"Guys, do you know Jürgensberg? I see this thing is like that, 'Never Be Known', 'Secret Mountain Tribe', 'Mystery of Legends of Tomorrow', all People say so so much that I suspect there is some treasure hidden under it. Is this Jurgensberg?"

The clown in the lantern looked around and asked several people.

"Shut up!"

The vixen was also tired of this long-winded guy, and gave him a hard look.

 …

Everyone walked along the long tunnel to the interior of the mountain range.

First, after passing through a long tunnel, and turning a corner, there is a sudden change in front of my eyes.

The dark cave environment is replaced by a purple glow.

The cave tunnel has not only become a bit more spacious, but the lighting of the space has also increased by more than an order of magnitude.

The inner stone wall is covered with purple spar, glowing faintly, illuminating the entire space as brightly as day.

After walking several hundred meters along the cave filled with purple light, the eyes suddenly became clear.

The artificially excavated space appeared in front of everyone, half the size of a football field, a shining space illuminated by purple crystals.

Da da da!

Footsteps sounded from the other side of the space.

"I find myself setting off the alarm by accident, for whatever purpose, and it reminds me of life in an orphanage, so, Kara, why put the alarm there?"

A woman in a black uniform and blindfold steps out of the shadows.

Behind her was a young girl in ragged clothes and a haggard face. A bold "S" logo is painted on the chest of the clothes, and a red cape is draped behind him. There were several holes in the top of the cloak, and it was old and worn, as if it had been ravaged in a mouse hole.

The girl who was called Carl by the woman in black uniform shook her head, "Catwoman, if you weren't running around on the walls, I believe those alarms would never bother you."