Batwoman was at the Gotham Police Departnt.
She wasn't there to handle a case. When the dense fog first appeared, she realized that she had been transported to an unfamiliar location. This Gotham was completely different from the one she knew; the terrain and road structures offered no points of reference.
Batwoman thought this wouldn't do. If the danger level in Gotham hadn't decreased, but she had beco unfamiliar with it, it would be easy to slip up. So, she decided to look for other Batn.
In the thick fog, visibility was low, and communication devices were not functioning properly, so many modern thods were of no use. In contrast, so more primitive thods of communication were more effective.
Batwoman had co to the Gotham Police Departnt to look for the Bat Light.
She believed that as long as this universe existed, the Gotham Police Departnt would definitely have the Bat Light. So when the first dense fog set in, she had already made it to the departnt, but what she hadn't expected was that the Batman of this universe had beco the president, and the Bat Light, long unused, had been collected by Gordon and stored away in a warehouse.
After all, lighting up the Bat Light here wouldn't be seen by President Wayne in Washington; it would be better to make a direct call, and soon an official from the State Council would co over.
So, Batwoman had fumbled around for a while and finally managed to move the Bat Light from the corner of the warehouse, connect it to power, and adjust the settings. She originally just wanted to test how well the Bat Light could penetrate the dense fog.
Before turning on the light, Batwoman thought the effect should be quite good, because she had fully considered Gotham's often inclent weather when making the Bat Light. If the light didn't have enough penetrating power, it certainly wouldn't do.
However, after turning on the light, she found that the effect was a bit too good. Batwoman had no doubt that such a strong beam of light could directly penetrate the dense fog hundreds of ters high, projecting the bat pattern into the sky.
What she hadn't expected was that less than two minutes after she turned on the light, a figure flew towards her.
This was Clark from the Pri Universe. Most people probably hadn't forgotten that at the ti, the Bat-Family of the Pri Universe had received a communication from the Primary Universe Batman in the Arkham Universe, who had inford them of the disaster in this universe. They had decided to strike together.
Batwoman had co too, and before doing so, she had called on Clark. After all, Clark was Superman, and he didn't need to investigate clues and advance steadily like the Robins; he had flown directly to Washington, wanting to survey the scene of the incident and look for any Batn who might still be saved.
He indeed intended to save Batman, but while flying on the way, he heard a painful cry, and the voice was sowhat familiar—it was his own voice.
Clark found the fallen Superman on the rooftop of a building, the Superman from the Arkham Universe who, according to the news seen by the Robins, had been struck by an unknown sharp sword and then fell in agony.
Of course, more people rembered him from his grand adventure in the highly spirited Gotham, and from the photo he took of Bruce Wayne standing on a golden toilet.
Clark had brought him over.
This Superman was in very bad condition, caught between sleeping and waking, and extrely weak, appearing like a pale soul, yet he was still constantly muttering about Batman.
Seeing this, Batwoman couldn't worry about her subsequent plans, so she hurriedly found a room in the Gotham Police Departnt to lay Superman down and check his condition.
"This is absolutely terrible," Clark said, "When I was holding him just now, it felt like holding a human. Kryptonians aren't like this; he seed to have lost all his strength."
Batwoman observed Superman's condition, noticing his twitching limbs and murmuring as if he were trapped in a nightmare, and then she quickly discovered that Superman was holding sothing in his hand.
Since he no longer possessed superhuman strength, even Batwoman could easily pry his fingers open, and what appeared in Batwoman's hand was a multicolored ring.
At the mont the fingers opened, Clark let out a cry of anguish, a genuine cry of pain, and instantly backed up several steps, hitting the wall—neither the wall nor the building was damaged, but Clark seed to be hit hard.
Batwoman was stunned. Even though in her universe gender was reversed, the abilities had not changed; she knew how strong Superman was.
Of course, Batwoman also knew Superman's fatal weakness, which was Kryptonite. Exposure to Kryptonite would make him weak, but the issue was, Clark hadn't touched it.
This was a police departnt office, not crowded, even quite spacious. Clark stood by the window, and Batwoman was by the makeshift bed; they were at least two to three ters apart. Could such a small piece of Kryptonite have such a significant effect?
Batwoman examined the small ring in her hand. It appeared to be a thumb ring, with a gemstone setting that was multicolored, not only green.
Batwoman recalled that the Kryptonite she had seen was all green. Could there be other colors of Kryptonite in this world?
If there were other colors, then perhaps they had different effects than the green ones, and they might even be stronger than green Kryptonite, otherwise, Clark wouldn't have such a strong reaction.
Batwoman quickly stuffed the ring back into the lying Superman's hand.
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