"In the sewers?" Arkham Knight was somewhat surprised, "With Gotham's humidity, what's the difference between putting the car in the sewer and throwing it directly into the river?"
"There is a bit of a difference," Harley said, "Don't underestimate Gotham's fish; if they were easy to handle, the seagulls wouldn't need to go to the docks to get some fries."
"Should we go down and have a look?" Polaris rubbed his hands excitedly, "There must be a lot of monsters down there, and the terrain is perfect for me to show my skills. It's going to be a fun cleanup."
"Let's go." Harley didn't delay any longer. She said, "Whether the car works, we'll see once we find it. I doubt Brainiac is idle enough to come up with so many glorious metaphors for a broken car. Sentimental value surely adds.
They didn't enter through the entrance at the Tail Gang's base. On one hand, sewers are interconnected, they will eventually reach the same place, and on the other hand, surface is too dangerous, crossing the street is not advisable.
Once in the sewer, there were indeed quite a few wandering monsters. Polaris fired an electromagnetic cannon, clearing them all. Originally, if they kept walking like this, it wouldn't take long to reach the destination. But as they walked along, Harley felt something was off.
She stopped at an intersection to look back, then turned the corner and looked on the other side. After gauging the distance, she said to Arkham Knight, "Do you feel something is wrong here?"
Arkham Knight wasn't just standing around either. He walked around these intersections and said, "The angle of this turn seems off. Connecting this way is too strange. There seems to be something in the middle."
"Could there be a hidden treasure room?!" Polaris got a bit excited again, "Should I break the wall?"
"Hold on." Harley thought for a moment and said, "Gotham underground has too many secrets; we can't rush in. What if something bursts out from the wall..."
Before she could finish her sentence, several dark shadows suddenly appeared in the sewer. Arkham Knight immediately recognized them: "Talon?!"
Harley was also shocked and took two steps back: "Court of Owls???"
"As expected," Arkham Knight showed an understanding expression and said, "Such iconic foes, how could they not appear?"
"But..." Harley opened her mouth to say, "Our universe doesn't have a Court of Owls."
"What?"
"Brainiac," Harley asked, "Are past memories not enough, now you're making things up?"
"I didn't," Brainiac said, "You'll find out soon enough."
Now wasn't the time for talking. Talons were extremely fast, and there were many of them, charging at them. Polaris waved his hand, knocking down two, and cleared all monsters in one direction with an electromagnetic cannon.
But strangely, there were no bodies after these monsters died. Polaris frowned, Arkham Knight said: "They can revive. Let's not get entangled with them, we should go."
With Polaris covering, they retreated towards the target direction. After zigzagging for a while, they finally arrived at the dead-end, and upon seeing the vehicle, Harley couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Unlike the dilapidated truck in reality, this vehicle truly deserved to be called Noah's Ark. Harley couldn't help but ask, "Brainiac, do you think all vehicles Batman drives are Batmobiles? What is this thing???"
What appeared before them was indeed a Bat-truck. It was filled with all sorts of stereotypical elements, very much matching the style of Arkham Batman's Batmobile. Overall, it was jet black, fierce-looking. The truck's carriage had a Bat symbol on it.
"If Bruce had driven this thing into the North District, how many Mob members could have survived that night?" Harley joked but quickly got into the truck.
Arkham Knight sat in the passenger seat, while Polaris went to the trailer. Harley hit the gas, the truck roared to life, rampaging through the sewer. After running over the monsters, Polaris opened the trailer door, using the magnetic cannon to clear them away.
This truck wasn't slow, even Talons couldn't catch up. But after losing all the monsters behind, Harley puzzledly said: "How are we supposed to get this big thing up? I wouldn't know how to dismantle a car."
"Once usage rights are obtained, it can be deployed anytime," Brainiac said, "It's a basic feature of the Batmobile."
"Seems like you haven't seen many Batmobiles," Harley said.
"Especially one in particular," Arkham Knight chimed in.
They were referring to Arkham Batman's Batmobile. Huge, fierce, capable of running, jumping, wall-crawling, and could be deployed anytime, anywhere. No Batmobile from other universes is as magical as this.
And after deploying the truck on the ground, Arkham Knight also discovered that Brainiac indeed had a very strong learning ability. He even managed to replicate the awful driving feel of Arkham Batman's Batmobile.
Arkham Batman's Batmobile is a car that no one loves to drive besides him. Mainly because it's really difficult to drive. The Primary Universe Batman borrowed it for a trip, but halfway through he gave up and walked instead. An agent also drove it before; he didn't give up, but later described it as an "Elder God's mount" - you need ten or eight tentacles to drive that thing.
This truck is the same; it's tricky to handle. The steering wheel feels like it's delayed, particularly non-responsive. Plus, driving a truck is inherently different from a regular small car. It's big and heavy, and without some skill, it really can't be driven properly.
"Oh my god," Harley yanks the wheel, "I'll never mock Bruce for failing to outdrive Joker with a truck again. This is way too hard!"
"For Joker, being a truck driver is practically a perfect job," Arkham Batman says, "He can transport explosives and do strength training with trucks. Fortunately, you guys don't have a Batman in this universe, or you'd probably be knocked over by Truck Driver Joker."
Harley didn't answer that question, probably because she didn't hear it. Her thoughts drifted again, and she wasn't sure what she was pondering. In her daze, the truck neared the lighthouse.
"Wow," said Deathstroke, who just cleaned up some monsters, "What did Batman do to the truck again?"
The Robins started screaming. To be honest, this Bat-truck is indeed more violent and cooler than the Batmobile. Turning a truck into something like this is blatantly just a war machine. Compared to it, the sports car still feels too tasteful.
Everyone tried driving it a bit, and as expected, were repelled by the nauseating feel. Instead, they chose to man the machine gun and main cannon, while no one wanted to be the driver anymore.
"Should we go find Batman?" Harley thought about it and said, "Probably only he can figure out how to drive this thing."
Harley turned her head to look at Charles in the corner. Charles shook his head and said, "Batman is busy conquering Gotham University."
"Is he really going to go all out against the professor?" Harley shook her head.
"He's not there to fight the final boss," Charles said, "Gotham University indeed has a lot of places worth exploring, and there should be some rare items inside. It seems Batman got a clue that led him there."
Speaking of Batman, or Bruce, he is indeed inside Gotham University at the moment, within the psychology department building. However, this time, he hasn't entered the professor's office.
Bruce followed the quest clues here. This mission line indicates that there is a regional boss inside the psychology department building. It's certainly not the trapped Scarecrow, but a mini-boss originally designed within this building. However, the quest description states that this mini-boss can be subdued.
Bruce felt a bit curious. Because he definitely hadn't heard of any talents in Gotham University's psychology department. If it weren't for Shiller being the only notable professor who could take charge, the national professional ranking wouldn't be so low.
But once he pushed open the door, there was indeed not a talent, but something undeniably significant within the psychology department—this turned out to be the very shredder Bruce had built for Shiller.
It shows how this world operates like a giant boomerang. The faint traces of intent from years ago finally boomeranged back onto himself. After disposing of Bruce's academic trash for so many years, the shredder finally came to dispose of Bruce himself.
What's more bizarre is that this shredder's name might as well be "Diana's Blessing" since Bruce commissioned Diana and the Olympian Gods to produce it. It's proof that Diana wasn't mentally disturbed or unstable when she built the tank's main cannon. This was the style of weapons she created.
The only small issue is that the shredder, originally not even reaching the height of a human's lower leg, now stands taller than Bruce's lower leg. This thing looks like Shiller's embodiment of resentment, intending to go from eliminating academic trash to directly eliminating the creator of academic trash. It could also be called "Shiller's Wish."
But since he's here, Bruce can only fight it. As for the quest description mentioning taming, Bruce didn't even look at it. Anyone in the world might subdue this shredder, except him. The shredder probably got used to gobbling him up by now.
The gigantic shredder rushed to bite, and Bruce dodged with a flap of his wings. Just as he was ready to counterattack, a wad of paper got spat onto him, pinning him to the wall.
As the paper scattered, Bruce saw it was the very paper he wrote during the previous exam. Bruce sighed. Had he known the bosses would coordinate, he should've written an unbelievably terrible paper earlier to feed the shredder, get it disgusted and vomit it first.
His wild ideas couldn't be put into action anymore, Bruce charged directly, striking the shredder with a sword. The shredder bounced painfully in place, cracking its tooth-filled mouth to bite again. Bruce kicked at its mouth side and followed with another sword strike.
The shredder began vomiting papers, all those Bruce wrote. Bruce found it annoying, though he didn't write well, there's no need for this...
He had just considered this when he heard a piercing screech from the shredder. Sensing something off, Bruce instinctively ran to the window. Turning back, he saw a foggy figure appear outside the door.
"Brainiac!" Bruce cursed again, "Who taught you to design monsters like this?!"
"Wasn't this beast your design?" Brainiac's ability to refute was masterful, "When you invited the Olympian Gods to craft the shredder, you thought you had graduated, so it couldn't bite you, right?"
"Wait a minute." Bruce realized something, "Who asked you to do this? It's not..."
"Greed sends his regards," Brainiac said, "I didn't want to either, but he offered too much."