I become light in American comics

Gotham.

In an unknown greenhouse, the fresh fragrance of flowers echoed in the closed space. The air is moist and warm, and green is the main theme in this area. Tall and exquisite glass surrounds the entire space, and light shines through the green leaves.

The woman walked slowly from the door to the greenhouse. She has short black hair, simple and powerful lines, and a black business suit that is cut just right, highlighting the body lines while taking into account the flexibility of movement.

She walked slowly along the greenhouse, and the vegetation surrounding her made her feel a little uneasy.

This is not a plant you can find in just any botanical garden. All kinds of green life grow vigorously from the ground to the top, from one side to the other. The trees are twisted and lush, with trunks coiled like giant pythons, stretching out into leafy canopies. Some grow almost to the top of the greenhouse, while others spread out on the ground like a green carpet, giving the illusion of stepping onto a prairie.

Going deeper, there is a metal experimental platform clustered among the plants. It was carefully laid out and filled with chemicals and glassware. Flickering lights shine through the small glass on the ceiling, illuminating the neatly arranged utensils. The transparent glass exudes a faint light, and the liquids of various colors shine brightly like gems.

The woman stopped in front of the experimental table, put her hands on her hips, and muttered: "Great, she's not here. Now where am I going to find a plant-crazy lunatic?"

The woman in black was completely unaware of the vines that quietly protruded from the plants behind her. Several vines suddenly wrapped around her ankles, and she was lifted upside down without any explanation. Her head and feet were bound by the vines in mid-air to form a classic "tortoise shell binding" shape.

The woman in black struggled hard, but the more she struggled, she felt that the vines on her body were getting tighter and tighter, and the tighter she became, the more shameful she became.

So I simply stopped struggling.

Another figure stepped out of the darkness. Skin as white as snow, eyes that are charming to the core, bright red hair, and a magnificent open mind.

This is exactly the person the woman in black is looking for on this trip. Pamela Isley, also known as "Poison Ivy".

"I thought it was a bat, but it turned out to be a little mouse." Poison Ivy gestured lazily, and the vines tightened.

"Wait a minute!" A blush appeared on the resolute and decisive face of the woman in black, "My name is Moxi. My boss appreciates your ability and wants to talk to you."

"Really? Thank you very much." Poison Ivy smiled, "But if he really thinks so, then he should come in person."

"Exactly, that's why I'm here."

A male voice sounded from the shadows. The two of them looked at each other and saw an armor about three meters high appearing in the darkness. The armor is a solid and smooth green alloy plate, inlaid with green glowing lines that spread along the outer layer of the armor like blood vessels.

And right above the armor, a striking bald head poked out.

Lex Luthor.

"Boss!" Moxi, the woman in black, looked surprised, "Are you here in person?"

"Of course. I think this young lady's talent deserves my personal visit." Luther's armor stepped forward and smiled, "Although I think you should know me, I would like to introduce myself.

Lex Luthor, the world's greatest mind and the most successful entrepreneur on the planet."

"'Former' entrepreneur." Poison Ivy frowned, "You are now a fugitive. I watch the news."

"Humph, that's exactly what I'm saying. Those stupid aliens took my things and took over my territory, and they thought they won. Ha, that's hilarious."

"So what does that have to do with me?" Poison Ivy crossed her arms.

Luther smiled, "I've got a plan going. Moxxi, tell her."

The female bodyguard and secretary Moxi was trying hard to change into a less shameful position under the restraints of the vines when she heard the boss's order and responded hurriedly.

"Yes. The core idea of ​​the 'Legion of Doomsday' plan is to gather people with ambitions and special talents from various regions to form an unstoppable legion. The members of the legion are united and can be rescued from all directions when one person is in trouble. Worry about being harassed by vigilantes in strange costumes or aliens flying in the sky."

"For example, Batman?" Poison Ivy's eyes lit up.

She was having a headache recently with the bat issue, and this proposal sounded a bit exciting.

But she immediately frowned and said, "But all I want is to return the world to Mother Nature."

"Of course there is no problem, the legion will fully support it."

Luther smiled, stretched out his hand, and a small test tube popped out of the mecha, containing some kind of green liquid.

"What is this?" Poison Ivy took it in her hand and looked at it.

"A meeting gift." Luther smiled, "I have studied your abilities and the experimental accident that gave you the abilities. I know that you are good at controlling men and plants. But your power is not limited to that.

For example, what if there is such a person who is both a man and a plant, and by coincidence, he also has powerful power that can rival those aliens? "

Poison Ivy's eyes lit up: "Is there such a good thing?"

"Of course. I have done special research, and this potion was developed for this purpose. It can strengthen your abilities in a targeted manner, allowing you to control a specific target. In this way, you will be able to control more than you imagined in the past. A much stronger force.”

"Interesting. If what you say is true, then I'm in. You're an extraordinary man, Lex Luthor."

Poison Ivy said, giving him a wink.

"Then may I ask, who is in this legion of doom now?"

"Uh" Laitu's smile froze, "I am."

Poison Ivy was stunned.

"So you said this was a 'legion', but you were the only one?"

"No, there are two now," Laitu said, "and one for you."

Poison Ivy: "."

Suddenly I began to reflect on whether I had been a bit hasty in deciding to join the gang.

"Um, sorry to interrupt."

Moxi, the female secretary who was tied up and hung in the air, turned red.

"But can you let me down?"

"So, you are saying that those are my dad's followers?"

On the way back from Midtown, Raven asked with a strange expression.

"Yes." Shen You said.

"And they summoned me?"

"Your brother must have done something inside, I think." Shen You said, "Go back and consult the wizard. Maybe he has some way to teach you to avoid this summoning ritual next time."

It’s actually quite strange to have to go when someone calls you. Shen You speculated that on the one hand, Raven's two demon brothers might be causing trouble, and on the other hand, it was because Raven was too young and was still a novice both as a mage and as a demon's daughter. Once you become more proficient in driving, you shouldn't have similar situations again.

"By the way, sir, I need to remind you that you have tracer residue on you." Pal reminded.

"I've discovered it a long time ago." Shen You smiled.

Batman's tracker, it seems that the old bat wants to know where and what "Ultraman" does when he is not working.

Of course it wouldn't be Batman if he didn't.

"Is someone following you?" Raven looked over.

"Yes, but don't worry, I'll take care of it in a minute."

Gotham, the cold alleys.

The shadows of towering buildings loom over the streets, their facades eroded beyond recognition by time and crime. The worn-out masonry was covered with moss and dust, and the ground was paved with long-worn stone slabs, making a dull creaking sound. Gray smoke spread from the darkness, casting a hazy atmosphere that blurred vision.

Batman's figure penetrated the smoke, and his footsteps moved silently through the alley like a night owl.

"It doesn't look like there's any 'light' here. Are you sure it's here, Master?" Alfred said in the headset.

"The tracker is located right here." Batman said solemnly, "Don't be deceived by appearances. It's possible anywhere."

He suddenly paused before he finished speaking.

It seems that he noticed some movement.

Batman turned around, carefully clasped a batarang under his cloak, and cautiously approached the direction of the movement.

"Meow!"

A black cat jumped out.

Batman stopped moving.

The scene is like a big cat and a kitten looking at each other.

The black cat looked at him, as if saying, what's wrong with these two-legged beasts? Why are you dressing like me?

Then I ignored him, turned around and jumped into the trash can to find something to eat.

The tracking signal came from the cat.

Alfred's voice sounded leisurely.

"What did you just say, Master?"