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SUP Chapter 98: Angel Descends, Iron-Headed Bat
🕑 Added 2025-08-18 10:43:08 +0000 UTCInside the Batcave.
The cold light from hundreds of screens flickered, and the mechanical humming echoed between the rock walls. The sudden appearance of thunder in the underground base truly startled Bruce Wayne greatly.
The burning sacred flame text reflected in Bruce's violently shaking pupils. However, after his body briefly entered a stress response and tensed up in alertness for several seconds, he also calmed down.
"Click Click"
The armor on his body was directly removed under Bruce's autonomous control, scattered all over the ground. He straightened his collar, rolled up his sleeves, and walked toward another sealed chamber again.
With identity verification unlocking, the sealed chamber slowly opened. Inside still contained a vial filled with brilliant golden Speed Force. The Batman who never gave up easily unsealed his backup Speed Force.
He didn't have super speed, but he had peak human physical condition. However, even though he immediately protected the Speed Force with his body and ran toward a certain device located within the Batcave.
"Rumble!"
But this behavior obviously couldn't stop some special attention.
As if some existence had completely locked onto him, thunder appeared again out of thin air. At this moment, the entire Batcave's defense system ran at full power.
Energy barriers formed visible blue ripples in the air, and even the air was slightly distorted by static electricity. However, the thunder still broke through all the protective measures Bruce had activated and struck directly into his arms. All protective measures were torn apart like paper, and the shockwave knocked Bruce to the ground.
His back hit the control console heavily.
"Bang~"
The container naturally shattered into powder again, and all the Speed Force stored within still completely escaped, dispersing into tiny golden light points in the air.
"Mm~"
Being struck by white lightning, even Bruce himself felt a soul-piercing agony that far exceeded any physical trauma, causing him, who always had extremely strong pain tolerance, to involuntarily groan. He moved his fingers that had been paralyzed by the electric shock, his voice hoarse yet firm as he looked toward the ground with determination.
"This will only increase my curiosity."
Bruce's eyes reflected familiar text.
[Second Warning]
The words with remaining sacred flames still burned on the ground, edges glowing with eerie holy white light, extremely conspicuous. To this, Bruce didn't even show any surprise anymore.
He just stood up and checked his very painful but completely unharmed body. The third vial, the fourth vial, drone air transport, mechanical pangolin ground transport.
Backup of the backup Speed Force, backup of the backup of the backup Speed Force... Five or six Speed Force vials were consecutively transported by Bruce using different methods, attempting to deliver them to his machine that could use Speed Force to observe the past.
However, without exception, thunder would always appear immediately, destroying Speed Force that wasn't even in his field of vision or even within his physical range anymore. And when Bruce returned to the Batcave.
All he saw was a ground covered with broken containers.
Even though Bruce didn't take any further action this time, he still saw white lightning appear out of thin air, carrying incomparable power and impact. Instantly, the entire Batcave was illuminated as bright as daylight, followed by a deafening roar echoing through the cave, as if it would collapse the entire cavern.
Three machines that could be used to utilize Speed Force instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal under this thunder's attack. Rolling thick smoke emerged, and the pungent smell of burning filled the air.
[This is the final warning!!]
On the ground, sacred flames burned.
White flames emitted warm, non-glaring radiance.
As if possessing the power to purify everything.
Initially, the flames were just scattered dots on the Batcave floor, like twinkling stars in the night sky. But soon, these light points began to gather and expand, gradually forming an endless sea of fire.
The mysterious existence seemed to be enraged.
"Mm."
Watching this scene expressionlessly.
Bruce took out a monitoring device. As expected, his Speed Force storage bases hidden in five other different locations, as well as six machines capable of utilizing Speed Force, were all destroyed at the same time.
At the same time, under Bruce's upward gaze.
Those burning flames didn't burn down the entire Batcave, but rapidly regrouped. English, Chinese, Spanish, Arabic, French, Russian, and even Hindi.
Lines of sacred flame text rose from the spacious ground, using different languages that almost covered all known language types on Earth.
However, they all expressed the same meaning.
[This really is the final warning already!]
Obviously, Bruce's behavior perhaps made the mysterious existence wonder if Bruce couldn't understand English, making this high-level voyeur somewhat lose confidence in His own English proficiency.
"Heh."
Bruce sneered.
He placed the portable briefcase in his hand on the table, took out a crystal ball flashing with magical luster from inside, and directly placed it into a strangely shaped peculiar machine.
[Verification passed, calculation core discovered]
A mechanical female voice echoed in the spacious cave.
"Begin simulation."
Bruce obviously switched strategies.
Using his extensive knowledge and outstanding wisdom, he prepared to utilize his magical collection and special computer to attempt to simulate Superman Clark's day during that special time. His fingers danced rapidly on the keyboard, inputting various complex commands, his face focused and serious under the reflection of blue screen light.
"Bang~"
The computer's sudden power failure and explosion were within Bruce's predictions.
"Whoosh~"
Bruce suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping near his ear.
This sound seemed particularly abrupt and loud in the silent Batcave. He turned around without surprise and saw a figure slowly walking out from the darkness.
This was actually Bruce's persistent purpose.
"Bruce Wayne, can't you read? Are you going to keep this up endlessly? If your brain is sick, I suggest you can lock yourself in your beloved Arkham."
The figure emerging from the darkness had slightly dark skin, a more robust black angel. The angel wore a black robe that fluttered in the wind like a piece of black flame.
Complementing His pitch-black wings behind Him. The angel's wings spread out, and though black, they also emitted a kind of sacred radiance that gave people a terrifying oppressive force they dared not look directly at.
"God's eldest son, Amenadiel. It seems I found the right direction." Bruce seemed to have done his homework long ago, not shocked by the angel's sudden descent.
He obviously had long realized this would happen, even calling out the other's name in a low voice.
"Think you're very smart, don't you? Bruce Wayne, do you think you can be smarter than us?" Angel Amenadiel vigorously poked his own temple.
His voice was full of annoyance and helplessness, "Bruce Wayne, you shouldn't try to spy on things you shouldn't know. That's not good for you or this world."
Amenadiel walked forward a few steps, positioning himself in the center of the Batcave. Each of His steps left burning footprints, golden pupils filled with serious emotion.
Bruce imperceptibly glanced at the wings behind the angel.
"I can't sit idly by regarding unknown threats. If there's something I should know, I must figure it out." Bruce looked directly at this world's most advanced life form before him without fear.
"That's you, isn't it? Severe persecution complex, thinking this world can't function without you? That it would be destroyed? If you're really that smart, you should realize why I'm stopping you."
"Continue your investigation, and you'll become an aid to destroying this world!"
Angel Amenadiel's tone carried stern warning. His wings suddenly spread wide, immediately stirring up a gale in the cave, extinguishing the sacred flames remaining on the ground and those damaged machines.
"If it's so important, why don't you kill me to stop me." Bruce wasn't frightened, but put his hands behind his back, secretly pressing a hidden activation key.
At the same time, an instrument placed in some mysterious area slowly lit up.
[Data scanning and recording in progress, classified under established file: Angel.]
[New information being recorded...]
[This scanning record behavior was not detected, generating judgment information: Angels will lose omniscient-like abilities after leaving Heaven.] This mysterious instrument was operating frantically.
Bruce in the Batcave acted as if nothing had happened.
"Don't ask obvious questions."
Angel Amenadiel stared at the man before him, "If you weren't still somewhat important to us, believe me, your provocation would absolutely make you pay a painful price."
His voice carried full helplessness, "Do you think you can control everything? You're just a mortal, there are forces you cannot understand or control."
"Just like there's information you really shouldn't know. You think this is just about Superman and his child? Any observation you make of that day will tear at the fabric of our reality." Angel Amenadiel knew he had to inform Bruce of the seriousness, otherwise words alone couldn't convince this man.
"So what exactly happened that day, and what does it have to do with Ian Kent's background?" Bruce frowned. He actually already realized things were more complex than he had imagined.
"What is it that makes an angel so afraid?"
He was obviously analyzing Amenadiel.
"Damn bat!"
Amenadiel gritted his teeth but was helpless.
"I cannot tell you anything, and you don't need to try to get answers from Superman either. No one in this world can answer this question for you."
"You just need to remember... if you don't want things neither you nor I want to see to happen, then put away your curiosity." Angel Amenadiel finished speaking and turned to leave.
"Wait."
Bruce called out to the angel. This series of operations he conducted, destroying quite a lot of equipment, including treasured trump cards, wasn't just to verify his suspicions.
"How about making a deal? You answer one question for me, and I'll give up seeking the truth about this matter." Bruce's voice was unusually low, carrying an extremely rare emotional fluctuation.
Angel Amenadiel didn't turn around.
"I know what you want to ask, and you know what I'll answer. Bruce, Heaven cannot bear Gotham's king. You already know where he'll go."
His steps toward the gate didn't slow.
"Mm."
Batman's expression showed no emotional fluctuation. Actually, this absolutely wasn't the worst possible answer, because he read another piece of information from the angel's words: he had asked about two people, but the angel only gave him one answer.
"Remember, really don't continue investigating."
Angel Amenadiel stopped at the gate. He knew that once Bruce Wayne decided on something, it was very difficult to change, so he really hoped the other party understood the seriousness of this matter.
After all, if Bruce continued, the consequences would be unthinkable. After pondering for a moment, finally, Angel Amenadiel decided to reveal some information he could reveal to Batman.
"Bruce, there are some truths that even our Lord chooses to forget." He spoke in a voice only he and Bruce could hear, turning to look deeply at Bruce again.
"Whoosh~"
That sound again, accompanied by the sound of wings flapping.
In just the blink of an eye, the gate remained unopened.
But Angel Amenadiel's figure had already disappeared from the mortal world.
The Batcave returned to silence, with only the humming of terminal operations echoing. Bruce turned to look at the equipment that had regained power. His fingertip hovered over the keyboard for a long time.
Finally, he still pressed the delete key for the [Ian Kent] file.
Computers were shut down one by one.
The Batcave was deathly quiet.
The air still carried the smell of ozone and scorched metal. Scattered across the ground were the remains of equipment shattered by lightning. Glass fragments from the containers that previously held Speed Force made tiny sounds under Bruce's boots.
"Alfred."
He called softly.
The sound created weak echoes in the spacious cave.
"I'm here, Master."
The old butler's voice immediately came from the communicator.
"Damian's plane..." Bruce said, his gaze still fixed on the black screen, not knowing what he was truly thinking about, "When will it arrive?"
He just asked with normal tone.
"It's already arranged. It will arrive in Gotham in thirty minutes." Alfred answered from the other end, with background sounds of passersby, as if he was walking on the street.
Bruce was silent for two seconds.
"I need some free time to think, so I'll drive the pickup vehicle myself." He made arrangements, and after hesitating for a moment, still gave instructions.
"You need to arrange during this time to withdraw the surveillance personnel stationed at the schools of the three Kent family sons." Bruce's eyes swept around the devastated Batcave.
"Are you reducing attention on the Kent family?"
Alfred's voice sounded somewhat surprised.
"No."
Bruce began changing his clothes.
"Quite the opposite actually."
He sprayed some cologne on himself after putting on his suit.
"I need to increase attention on their family, but participants and recorders, from now on... will be limited to myself only." Bruce spoke in a deep voice.
This was a decision made after deep consideration.
The information Angel Amenadiel revealed was too shocking.
For safety's sake, he decided to put some pressure on his own brain.
