Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 114 Uncontrolled Fate

Chapter 114 Uncontrolled Fate

A loud shout came from afar, pulling Bruce's consciousness back from the brink of despair:

"You crazy woman!"

Wonder Woman charged from afar, sword of Vulcan held high, its tip aimed directly at the helmet on Martha's head, which contained supreme divine power.

The sword ultimately struck only a flower in the mirror; Martha, the clown of fate, who was originally in the same place, had already moved to a different location.

In an instant, dozens of identical clown phantoms appeared on the scene, each one indistinguishable from the real thing:

"Giggle...!"

The mother's gentle voice vanished without a trace, replaced by the clown's shrill and eerie laughter echoing throughout the tent.

"Dear audience, your tickets today are well worth the price! With such a wonderful performance, why not have a laugh with me?"

Today, we witnessed Batman saving a botched circus and Superman and Wonder Woman battling the Joker of Fate. The audience definitely got their money's worth.

However, whether it's worth it or not is not something they can decide for themselves.

The divine power contained within the Helmet of Destiny is almost enough to allow the user to achieve a state where their words become law.

It doesn't even need any deadly clown laughing gas, just a single word from the clown.

Almost all the audience members stopped their scattering and ran away, and instead burst into laughter.

Even if I laugh until my chin turns white, my chest spasms, and I can't breathe, I won't stop.

This laughter could only end in death.

"Make them stop!"

Batman demonstratively threw a batarang at a Joker phantom in the air, but the batarang didn't pass through the phantom.

Instead, Martha reached out and caught it.

Seeing this, Wonder Woman rushed towards the materialized figure again, slashing her sword at the helmet, but the slashes she made were nothing more than illusions.

"Boring! Amazon! Your sword juggling deserves a failing grade!"

Martha raised her hand and made a flip-knot gesture, and Wonder Woman's Lasso of Truth around her waist twisted on its own like a nimble snake, binding her tightly.

Wonder Woman, who was fighting Martha in the air, had her powers blocked and fell towards the land like a kite with a broken string.

Batman throws another batarang to distract Martha and prevent her from continuing her pursuit of Wonder Woman. Reaching out to catch the bat-shaped dart, Martha, overwhelmed by memories of Wonder Woman, becomes even more hysterical and lets out a scream:

"I hate bats!"

Everyone present finally stopped laughing, and amidst the shock of the screams, they knelt down, heads in their hands, unable to move.

"You don't like bats?!"

Batman maintained his stance with unwavering willpower. He removed one of his arm guards, wiped the blood seeping from under his nose, and then took off his Bat-Helmet.

"Then let Bruce Wayne speak to you."

The sonic attack, which resembled a banshee's shriek, abruptly ceased, and the voice within the Helmet of Destiny returned to its gentle, motherly tone:

"My Bruce, come here quickly, stay away from that bat, come to Mommy's side..."

"it is good."

Bruce walked step by step toward Martha the Clown, removing his bat suit piece by piece along the way.

First came the wrist guards, then the cloak and leg guards, and finally the bat belt filled with tactical weapons.

When he got to Martha, all that was left was that tight-fitting undershirt.

He opened his arms to Martha, making a hugging gesture.

"My good child."

Martha raised her hand, conjuring a wand from who-knows-where, and pointed it at Bruce in the air. A set of fitted, stylish black clothes instantly appeared on his body.

"Look at you, this is how you should dress at your age. Why are you looking so gloomy? You're only in your thirties, why are you always so serious?"

Upon hearing this, Bruce's face broke into a long-absent smile, a genuine smile that came from the heart, as he recalled a funny incident from his childhood with his mother:

"Do you remember the magic trick I learned from Zatanna when I was six years old?"

"Of course I remember."

Martha's voice also began to soften:

"After she taught you, you would show off in front of me several times a day, as if it were a pretty complicated magic trick."

"No, it's a very simple magic trick."

Batman slowly approaches Martha:

"All I remember is that after every performance, you would ask me from the bottom of your heart how you produced that playing card."

To Bruce now, that was a really low-level card trick; the only performance involved conjuring a card out of thin air.

Without involving magic, the core essence of magic is "misleading".

Essentially, magicians use exaggerated performances to divert the audience's attention to another place in order to conceal their true intentions.

For a mother, her eyes and attention are naturally focused on her son's excited face, rather than the actual performance.

This ensured that Bruce's several magic tricks, which were practically flawless, were never exposed.

Just like this time.

Bruce flicked his wrist, and the sharp, golden metal shards appeared in his hand like playing cards conjured out of thin air in a magic trick.

This was another fragment of Doctor Fate's helmet that Joey had brought before, which he secretly passed over to Batman as he helped himself up.

Batman was now close enough to his opponent to pierce the sharp metal shard into the opponent's helmet.

"No! What have you done!"

The indestructible Helmet of Destiny was pierced by the same material and divine power, and Martha's aura began to become extremely unstable.

"Bruce Wayne!!"

Generally speaking, when a woman calls out the full name of any male member of her family, whether that male member is her husband or a child, she will realize the same thing—they are in big trouble.

Fortunately, Batman has a backup plan:

"Superman!"

Before the bat could finish speaking, Joey, who was fast asleep, leaped up from the ground, shattering layers of invisible magic shields, and charged towards Martha.

Joey flew upside down over Martha's head, reached out and grabbed the Helmet of Destiny on Martha's head, preparing to forcibly remove it.

Without the Helmet of Destiny, even ten Marthas couldn't turn the tide.

"No!!! You can't even dream of it!!!"

Martha reached out and grabbed Joey's hands, which were already on the helmet, and the two began to wrestle over ownership of the helmet.

The combined force of the Order of Gods and the brute strength of the Kryptonians was applied to the helmet, which already showed signs of cracking, causing that tiny crack to spread outwards.

"Be careful!"

Batman reached out to try and pull out the metal shard embedded in his helmet to prevent it from collapsing, but it was too late. A flash of white light appeared before his eyes, and Bruce instinctively clenched his outstretched hand, grasping a cold, round object.

"There's no need to rush. Wayne Manor's underground wine cellar has everything but wine."

In this world, Alfred, the deceased butler of the Wayne family, stood before Bruce and bowed slightly to the latter:

"But I still hope you have a good time at the party, Mr. Wayne."

After saying that, Afu gracefully left with a tray full of drinks.

"What?"

Bruce stared in disbelief at Alfred's retreating figure, barely managing to suppress his astonishment.

Upon closer inspection, he realized what the cold object he had just grabbed was.

A tulip-shaped champagne glass.