Things have been settled like this. Although it seems easy, in fact, without the X Metal weapon, Killer Crocodile's scales would be hard to deal with.
The cloak pulled Frost Killer from the entrance of the cave, at this moment even the area around the huge wound was covered in blue-white frost. Perhaps worried that it wouldn't freeze completely, Caitlin exerted all her power, eventually fainting herself.
Exhausted from excessive physical exertion.
The next issue is how to deal with Killer Crocodile. The frost won't last long, and at this moment, the mutated cells within him may still be active.
Su Ming thought for a while and decided to use Symbiote to help him handle it, but not here; here is still under the Justice League's eyes.
.............
Batman expressionlessly turned off the display, turning to face the other Justice League members.
"Celestial Eye Association has initiated a probe, and the leader is still our old friend, that Deathstroke."
Diana crossed her arms over her chest, causing two massive bulges, but she was unaware: "He's gotten stronger, currently showing abilities of flight and super power, and somehow, he's immune to mutagenic factors."
"Barry, did he say anything to you before?" Batman asked, as the person most familiar with Deathstroke, Barry might know something.
Barry was in a daze, propping his chin with his hand, pondering the Static Force all day.
"No, he just said to have cash ready as payment for the last task, he'll come for it tomorrow, and he plans to buy a car and house to live permanently. You don't need to target him; he just wants to help."
"It's not targeting, just necessary precautions."
Bruce pulled up his cloak, eyes squinted, sensing something unusual, this Deathstroke was nothing like the one in the Main World. Despite brief contact last time, Batman hadn't obtained any valuable information.
But just now, he saw that Deathstroke had a lot of X Metal as well, even used for decorating his Great Sword.
Without information, no setup can be made, no contingency plan can be formulated, so regardless, he must meet Deathstroke tomorrow.
"Ron, where is Slade of our world now?"
"Sorry, I can't find him. Deathstroke might have learned to block his five senses or acquired equipment to shield psychic abilities, given the Otherworldly Deathstroke already possesses it."
Mars Hunter shrugged, indicating he couldn't offer any help.
Batman showed no expression, neither shaking nor nodding his head.
He was speculating.
But soon he decided to stop wasting time.
"Come on, Barry, Clark, I have an idea based on what I saw inside the Totality barrier earlier, and I need your help to construct some equipment."
Bruce flicked his cloak and turned towards the darkness, heading back to his room beneath the Hall of Justice, where he had set up some arrangements.
If Barry's room was arranged like a fusion of a lab and gym, then Batman's room was arranged like a prison.
His room is located in the most remote corner underground of the Hall of Justice, with seven or eight surveillance devices, both visible and hidden, outside the door. The walls have no lights but rather hold numerous concealed turrets and machine guns.
The massive alloy door bears the Bat symbol and big words.
"Do not enter."
Barry grimaced, every time he came to Batman's place, he felt like he was about to enter prison, a unique oppressive feeling gradually enveloping his heart as the lights dimmed.
"Bruce, what's your plan?"
"Talk inside." Bruce gestured in front of the door for a while, entered a password and palm print, signaling Barry to enter the dark room to talk.
Barry swallowed his saliva, did Batman really think even the underground of the Hall of Justice wasn't safe enough? Now even conversations need to be in a small black room.
However, as the three entered, a few lights sporadically illuminated the spacious space, looking slightly better.
Though it was still very dark.
Barry suddenly had a feeling of spatial confusion; this was identical to the Bat Cave in Gotham, at least visually.
Batman cautiously closed the door, first running a self-test on the computer to confirm no eavesdropping devices.
He then began to detail his plan.
During the day, he observed the barrier and the presence of that special mutagenic entity inside, but he did not gamble with the lives of the Justice League members.
And the nighttime accidental discovery allowed him to see Deathstroke's thoughts from the behavior of Frozen Killer Crocodile's brain cells through Frost Killer.
That is, Deathstroke believes the mutation targets brain cells, thereby affecting thoughts, controlling organs and movements throughout the body.
Is Deathstroke's analysis effective? Of course, it is effective, Batman decided to take this discovery as a basis that's 50% reliable, then given the mutagen's characteristic of altering biological brain cells, the Justice League naturally has countermeasures.
"Compression Matrix—can enlarge the effect of White Dwarf Star Fragment's radiant light and stabilize this effect." Bruce spoke this lengthy sentence as the solution.
Barry tapped his head, the term White Dwarf Star Fragment seemed familiar.
Divine Speed quickly helped him recall, he looked at Batman with a gaze of surprise again.
"This is Atom Hero Ray Palmer's technology, why does the Justice League have a backup? Although Ray was once a Justice League member, doesn't this involve some kind of patent? And where did you get the White Dwarf Star Fragment from?"
Bruce's eyes answered Barry's question.
'Because I am Batman.'
Joining the Justice League means being closely monitored by Batman 24/7, Ray Palmer must have realized this, like the other Justice League heroes.
Barry covered his forehead; he started suspecting whether Bruce and Clark might someday merge into something akin to 'Firestorm,' becoming a 'Super Bat Storm.'
Clark appeared slightly embarrassed, for in front of a scientist like Barry, Bruce frankly admitted 'copying' another scientist's technology, which was somewhat... unflattering.
"I won't use others' technology for my own gain; it's just a necessary backup method." Batman seemingly ignored their reaction, instantly operating the computer, displaying various design drawings and principle explanations on the screen for the two to quickly learn.
Of course, without giving them a chance to discuss.
Superman and The Flash could naturally learn quickly, they could integrate massive amounts of advanced knowledge within seconds.
"Very good." Batman nodded, taking out a remote from his belt and pressing it; the floor cracked open, a mechanical platform rose beneath raising two Bat cars: "Now I need to modify two Bat Flying Vehicles so that they and their passengers can shrink smoothly to a cellular level, and the vehicles need weapons installed."
After speaking, Batman headed towards the outside, seemingly leaving Superman and Barry here to work.
"Where are you going?" Barry extended his arm to hold Bruce, only to watch him disappear swiftly into the corridor's darkness, a deep voice echoing in the shadows.
"I'm going to prepare the money."