Yes, just as Brainstorm said, he simply couldn't convince himself to comfortably become an ordinary stuntman anymore.
His hands were stained with human lives; whether he intended to kill or not, whether it was his own choice or not, his hands were stained with human lives.
There was no going back. He was completely trapped in this dark World.
And this young lady from the Wayne Family, who could transform into various alien forms, might have the ability to help him get his revenge.
Perhaps.
After a long while, he looked up, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes. He nodded heavily, "Okay, I promise you."
Brainstorm didn't waste any words. After confirming Benjamin's reply, its crab shell slowly split open from the middle.
Benjamin raised an eyebrow. He wasn't surprised now; instead, he was curious what his new boss planned to do.
As the crab shell fully opened, what appeared before him was a huge, wrinkled head.
The head looked fleshy, a stark contrast to the hard crab shell outside.
Before Benjamin could react, several dazzling electric currents suddenly burst from that large head, shooting towards Benjamin's wrist like silver snakes.
He only heard a 'bang,' and the crystal on his wrist, used to prevent his escape, instantly shattered into countless tiny fragments.
Immediately after, Brainstorm's head shot out a few more electric currents, shattering the remaining three crystals left by Diamond War God.
Although Brainstorm's hands had transformed into pincer-like forms, this did not affect its dexterity.
With a couple of quick maneuvers, it unfastened all the buckles on Benjamin's limbs.
Released from the restraint bed, Benjamin rubbed his numb wrists, the red marks left on his ankles from being bound for a long time clearly visible.
He moved his stiff joints, jogged a couple of steps in place, and then swung his somewhat heavy arms, gradually adapting to his body and savoring the long-lost freedom.
After adapting to his current physical condition, Benjamin looked at Brainstorm with a puzzled expression, "How can you trust me so much? Not many people in this World trust strangers so easily."
Of course, he also wondered if his boss was only 8 years old and easily deceived.
Forget it, people are different; his 8 years and others' 8 years couldn't be compared.
However, upon hearing this, a meaningful smile appeared on Brainstorm's crab head: "I don't think you're lying."
Benjamin raised an eyebrow when he heard this: "Do you really trust your luck that much? Aren't you afraid I'll betray you?"
"Oh, my dear friend," one of Brainstorm's pincers drew a circle in the air, "This is skill, not luck."
Gwen often read psychology-related books, especially those on criminal psychology.
It wasn't that she had a particular preference for these books; she just had a hunch that they might come in handy in the future.
However, the gap between theory and practice meant she always lacked experience in actual observation and application.
But coincidentally, as an intellectual alien hero, Brainstorm could significantly enhance Gwen's professional knowledge and observational skills.
There's no need to elaborate on intelligence; Dr. Psychobos, a member of the same species, being able to invent the Nemetrix, already speaks volumes.
Brainstorm is also very adept at observation.
In an episode of 'Omniverse,' where Brainstorm played cat and mouse, fighting one against four, it's evident that Brainstorm can observe the surrounding situation and formulate strategies in a very short time, anticipating subsequent actions.
Combining these two points, Gwen could leverage Brainstorm's intelligence to enhance the recall of theoretical knowledge in her mind, and simultaneously use Brainstorm's astonishing observational skills to determine if the other party was lying.
On the surface, Brainstorm was just asking Benjamin one question after another, but in reality, within 0.1 seconds after Benjamin answered each question, with the help of Brainstorm's powerful abilities, Gwen had already completed her judgment.
Benjamin's subtle pupil contractions, the barely perceptible tremors of his facial muscles, and the varying intensity of his breath while speaking—all appeared like images magnified countless times, clearly presented to Gwen's perception.
She quickly compared these details with the criminal psychology knowledge in her mind, and with the aid of Brainstorm's extraordinary intelligence, she could instantly determine whether the other party was lying.
Of course, Gwen actually had a lie detector helmet, handcrafted by Grey Matter.
But it hadn't been used for too long and was with Arcana, and that girl wouldn't help charge it.
As for the Court of Owls' hidden contingency of forced brainwashing control, Gwen wasn't worried about that.
Trust Brainstorm and Grey Matter; trust needs no reason.
Ahem, she meant to say that Grey Matter and Brainstorm could create a machine to detect brainwashing and similar methods.
Benjamin's hands and feet were finally unbound. After relaxing, he plopped down on a nearby chair, let out a long breath, his eyes full of relief.
But before he could recover for long, Brainstorm's English accent sounded in his ear: "Don't just sit there idly, Mr. Benjamin, we still have work to do."
"Work?" Benjamin was stunned by the remark and couldn't help but ask, "What kind of work? Are we going to attack the Court of Owls' lair now?"
"I think you're being a bit extreme." Brainstorm cleared its throat and pointed a pincer at the Talon ice sculptures encased in ice nearby, "There are so many Talons here; recruiting only one of you would be a huge loss."
...The safe house was eerily silent at this moment, with only faint dripping Water sounds echoing all around.
On the restraint bed, the woman's eyelashes suddenly fluttered.
She abruptly opened her eyes, her hazy vision gradually focusing.
A chill struck her, and she couldn't help but shiver.
Cold, so cold, why is it so cold?!
The ambient temperature was very low, yet she was still wearing clothes that resembled a catsuit.
It was pitch Black all around, and the damp air entered her nostrils, making her shiver involuntarily.
Where was the monster? Where was that monster from before?
Although it wasn't her own doing, she still retained the memory.
Previously, she and other beings called Talons had received a mission to recover a Talon.
But when they arrived here according to the location, they encountered a monster.
It was a Shadow wearing a ceremonial robe, exuding an eerie aura.
White mist enveloped him, covering the entire safe house.
Although another consciousness was controlling her body, the woman knew that it was the monster she encountered after the so-called Court of Owls had stripped her of her own consciousness and ordered her to find another Talon.
The other Talons rushed towards this monster, but he was like a translucent ghost, moving without hindrance, even turning semi-transparent and passing through the bodies of the other Talons.
The moment those Talons touched him, their bodies trembled, and their skin quickly formed a thick layer of ice, visible to the naked eye. Immediately after, their entire bodies were frozen into ice sculptures, fixed in place in their attacking postures.
And among those frozen Talons, she was included.
But she wouldn't take the blame for this.
Knowing full well she was damn afraid of the cold, she still charged forward like some kind of suicide squad.
Wasn't that brainless?