Wayne's expression could no longer remain calm.
"Scarecrow," he said faintly. The fear the other possessed was powerfully corrosive, even fears he thought he'd conquered could be salvaged from the depths of his mind and intensified. Without the power to counteract this ability, Wayne couldn't figure out how to defeat the other.
"What about you? Your power can help me get rid of the influence of the other party's ability. What do you master? What does this energy require for others to master it?" Wayne glanced at Rogers and asked softly.
"Me? According to the classification of energy, I control positive emotions." Rogers raised his arm, and the ring on his finger shone with a gentle bright yellow light.
"Courage, trust. It could also be unity and justice. It doesn't have a strict definition. To master it, one must possess a strong will. Even if it's biased or wrong, as long as one is strong and resilient enough, one can gain the favor of a certain energy."
But you must be careful with it. While you embrace it, you must also be constantly vigilant. While it can bring you powerful strength, it can also subtly influence you. Because this influence aligns with your behavior and cognition, sometimes even if you notice it, you don't pay too much attention to it. Then its influence will become more and more profound.
In the words of its creator, such individuals might be able to maximize the full potential and power of energy, but over time, they could no longer be considered their former selves. Perhaps the term "servant of energy," or "embodied puppet," would be more appropriate.
Fighting back, maintaining your identity, and protecting your humanity are the things you have to consider when using this energy."
Rogers patiently explained what he knew to Wayne. He believed Wayne possessed similar traits to him: a strong will, a resilient spirit, his own ideals and pursuits, and his own perseverance and boundaries. This kind of person was the kind of being most favored and connected to by emotional energy.
Now that his emotional energy is showing signs of being out of control, if nothing unexpected happens, the other party will definitely be pursued by energy of some kind or multiple attributes in the near future. He believes that he needs to tell him something in advance.
"Can I study your devices and this energy?" Wayne pondered for a moment and made a request.
"Of course, but I can't offer you much help. I'm not a professional researcher." Rogers hesitated, but after considering the threat of the energy spreading through the city, he nodded. He couldn't stop it anyway.
Even if he didn't help, he believed that the man in front of him would have a way to obtain some materials from him for private research. Not only him, he believed that many forces would have conducted research on it after discovering this energy.
He is not Luke who can make these energies obey him.
"I just need you to be the material." Wayne's answer unsurprisingly made Rogers a little embarrassed.
"How much time do we have? How long will it take for the next person to master this energy to appear?" Wayne ignored Rogers' slight embarrassment, stood up with a sense of urgency, picked up a coat from the side and put it on, and asked.
"If you're talking about the next carrier, then perhaps it already exists." Rogers stood up and spread his hands helplessly. "This is another reason why I came to you. The atmosphere in this city is not very good, so some negative emotions and spiritual energy are more active and appear earlier. I need to prepare for the future and find some help."
"Also, I have to remind you that in the past, your deterrent method of cracking down on criminals and instilling fear in everyone might have been somewhat effective, although I don't think it was very effective. But now, I suggest you prepare for the worst or choose a new path."
"Is it a problem with the city's atmosphere?" Wayne opened the door and took Rogers through the villa in the manor.
"Yes, it's a problem of culture. You have to change it at the root to curb the growth and emergence of negative energy. If you can't do that, you will face an endless stream of super criminals appearing every moment.
"Well, this city seems to have become like this. I've never seen a major city so overrun with criminals. Perhaps you wouldn't want to face a super-enhanced version of them?" Rogers suggested.
"Do you have a better idea?" Wayne asked.
"Of course, I know some general information. Your Wayne family and Wayne Group are one of the most famous families and the wealthiest companies in this city. You have a great influence in this city. So why don't you try to step out from behind the scenes and come to the front?
Why are you so obsessed with being a Dark Knight, rather than a Light Knight? Is there some hurdle or concern you can't overcome? Rogers understands that some superheroes conceal their identities; it can save them and their loved ones from trouble. But he also happens to have a few unconventional superhero teammates.
In Rogers' eyes, Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark from another world share many similarities in personality, family, and experience, except that Tony is more self-centered and free-spirited, while Bruce is repressed and burdened.
"Think about it carefully. In the future, if you can't figure out anything, your secret identity will inevitably be exposed. Even if you change your identity, it won't help. By then, even if you don't want to, you will still be exposed to the light of day."
"I'll consider it. But now, I must first understand this energy and find its weaknesses, so as to research ways to restrain it." Wayne's pace only paused for a moment before speeding up again. He obviously anticipated that if the research did not progress, he might really be forced to say goodbye to his Batman vest.
As for whether Wayne could find the energy's weakness through research, Rogers didn't hold out much hope. This was purely due to his confidence in Luke's skills. In Stark's words, "What he's currently researching is a bit esoteric." But he also knew that with someone like Wayne, simple words wouldn't change his attitude or thinking unless he was completely defeated.
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The Sionis family.
Roman Sionis put a black mask over his face.
"That's how it was. The power of anger surged towards me."
Feeling the expanding power within him and the red energy coat, Roman clenched his fists.