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# Chapter 352: Conspiracy, Sharing a Ride, Drawing Lines
"Blood Sacrifice to an Evil God, John, how confident are you?"
John Constantine sat in a wheelchair, his entire body bandaged like a mummy, with only his eyes visible through the bandages.
Even his eyes were so swollen they were reduced to mere slits.
"As long as Kid Flash can complete the mission and finish drawing the Formation Diagram, the success rate is eighty percent!"
Hearing his old friend's words, Bruce Wayne pushed the wheelchair through the garden. The rubber tires of the wheelchair crunched on the cobblestone path.
"Just now, someone discovered Penguin's corpse on the outskirts of Gotham City. He and his seven Personal Bodyguards are all dead, their blood completely drained. The police only found eight Dried Corpses at the scene. John, don't you have an explanation for me?"
Bruce Wayne stopped the wheelchair amidst a flowerbed.
"Penguin, that Gang Boss from Gotham City, did he offend someone? Gotham is your territory, I'm not familiar with this Penguin!"
"But the locator I installed on you shows that you were near there when Penguin had an accident—"
"You suspect me!" John Constantine suddenly raised his voice. He seemed to want to turn and confront Bruce Wayne, but the next moment, the violent movement pulled at his wounds, causing him to slump forward onto the wheelchair.
Watching Constantine hiss and gasp in pain, Bruce Wayne's expression remained unchanged. His gaze was still sharp.
"I want to know the reason you were there during that time. What were you doing there?"
"I sensed a powerful magic presence there, so I rushed there to investigate!"
"What did you see?" Bruce Wayne pushed the wheelchair forward, the wheels rumbling.
"I arrived late. The spellcasting black mage had already left. There was a massacre there. It should have been done by that black mage. The dead were the Gunmen sent by that Gang Boss called Penguin!"
Constantine described the scene when he arrived to Bruce Wayne, mixing truth and lies.
"Harley Quinn!"
Although Constantine replaced Harley Quinn with "a certain black mage," the shrewd Batman immediately locked onto his suspected target.
After all, only Harley Quinn and Penguin had clashed during this period.
Not only that, he also deduced that his old friend Constantine was definitely hiding something from him.
However, for him, now was not the time to pursue all of this.
"John, I don't want the tragedy of three years ago to repeat itself!"
"Three years ago was just an accident. I didn't expect that demon could break through the seal. Believe me, Bruce, this time we are sending something out, not summoning an Evil God.
Even if the magic array is wrong, there won't be any accidents!"
Constantine gestured with his bandaged arms, making a solemn promise to Bruce Wayne.
Three years ago, Constantine was invited to Gotham City for an exorcism ritual. Due to interference from one of his nemeses in Hell.
The exorcism talisman he carved, reflected on the ceiling above, turned into a summon demon ritual.
That ritual nearly destroyed half a Street Block in Gotham.
This was the reason Bruce Wayne was so wary of Constantine.
Those Gang thugs and Supervillains in Gotham, except for the Shadow Warriors and that madman Joker, at most just fought over territory.
But this guy Constantine, if you weren't careful, had the ability to drag the entire City into Hell.
"You seem very agitated!? Working so hard, that's not like your usual behavior!"
Bruce Wayne nodded and smiled in response to a passing servant. He leaned down, staring intently into Constantine's eyes. Regrettably, in the eyes that were reduced to mere slits, he couldn't discern anything.
"Master Wayne, you don't think the destruction of the world is just your problem! I live on this Earth too. Do I want it to be destroyed? If Earth is destroyed, should I run to the moon to perform exorcism!"
"Spellcasting in a vacuum environment in a spacesuit, huh? If I summon a demon in a vacuum environment like the moon, can it survive in a vacuum environment?"
Bruce Wayne was momentarily stunned by Constantine's train of thought. Then he said with a cold face:
"I haven't done any research on dark magic, and I'm not interested!"
"Take Mr. Constantine for a longer walk in the Garden and let him get some sunlight!"
Bruce Wayne called over a gardener who was trimming the lawn and asked him to push Constantine for rehabilitation exercises. He himself turned and returned to the Room.
"What do you think of his plan?"
On the second floor of Wayne Manor, in Bruce Wayne's Master Bedroom, the decor colors were very monotonous. Although every piece of furniture and item was truly high-end custom-made.
However, the single color scheme gave the Room a dull and rigid taste, just like Bruce Wayne himself.
At least the Guest sitting in the Living Room of the Bedroom didn't particularly like this style of decoration. For him, this style might be something he would only try after the age of sixty.
A Middle-Aged Man in a gray suit, wearing a red tie and a pair of flat lens glasses, sat on the sofa opposite Bruce Wayne, drinking coffee.
"Not good. I remember hearing an Eastern proverb called using a tiger to drive away a wolf. The general meaning is that when you can't deal with one beast, you use another, more powerful beast to drive away the first one!"
"But how can you guarantee that you won't be eaten by that more powerful beast! You don't have a gun in your hand, that gun has already been broken by you!"
"We have no other choice. The last Mother Box has also been taken by Steppenwolf. Even knowing that the Mother Box can resurrect Clark Kent, we are powerless now!" Bruce Wayne said in a deep voice.
"Although I don't like gambling, in this situation, we can only gamble once!"
"Then what about the recording from the locator you put on Star-Lord?" The Middle-Aged Man with a mustache stirred the coffee in his hand and looked up at Bruce Wayne.
"I want to reach a cooperation with you! You help our world get through this crisis, and when you need it, I will do my best to help you!"
Bruce Wayne stated his intentions.
"Why should we believe you?"
"You should have learned about our world in the comic book. I swear on the honor of the Wayne Family, as long as you help us get through this crisis, when you need it, I will be there whenever you call! This is my promise, Mr. Tony Stark!"
Hearing the man in front of him say this, Tony Stark's stirring coffee spoon finally stopped.
Just as Bruce Wayne said, before he returned to this Universe, he had discussed with Captain.
Facing the quantum entangled universe that they didn't know when they could find, and the enemies they might encounter in the future, they indeed needed an ally.
Although Captain didn't agree with Bruce Wayne's philosophy as Batman, his character was beyond doubt.
"Cooperation is possible, but there's a condition!"
"Speak!" Bruce Wayne motioned for Tony Stark to state the conditions.
# Chapter 352: Conspiracy, Sharing a Ride, Drawing Lines
"Blood Sacrifice to an Evil God, John, how confident are you?"
John Constantine sat in a wheelchair, his entire body bandaged like a mummy, with only his eyes visible through the bandages.
Even his eyes were so swollen they were reduced to mere slits.
"As long as Kid Flash can complete the mission and finish drawing the Formation Diagram, the success rate is eighty percent!"
Hearing his old friend's words, Bruce Wayne pushed the wheelchair through the garden. The rubber tires of the wheelchair crunched on the cobblestone path.
"Just now, someone discovered Penguin's corpse on the outskirts of Gotham City. He and his seven Personal Bodyguards are all dead, their blood completely drained. The police only found eight Dried Corpses at the scene. John, don't you have an explanation for me?"
Bruce Wayne stopped the wheelchair amidst a flowerbed.
"Penguin, that Gang Boss from Gotham City, did he offend someone? Gotham is your territory, I'm not familiar with this Penguin!"
"But the locator I installed on you shows that you were near there when Penguin had an accident—"
"You suspect me!" John Constantine suddenly raised his voice. He seemed to want to turn and confront Bruce Wayne, but the next moment, the violent movement pulled at his wounds, causing him to slump forward onto the wheelchair.
Watching Constantine hiss and gasp in pain, Bruce Wayne's expression remained unchanged. His gaze was still sharp.
"I want to know the reason you were there during that time. What were you doing there?"
"I sensed a powerful magic presence there, so I rushed there to investigate!"
"What did you see?" Bruce Wayne pushed the wheelchair forward, the wheels rumbling.
"I arrived late. The spellcasting black mage had already left. There was a massacre there. It should have been done by that black mage. The dead were the Gunmen sent by that Gang Boss called Penguin!"
Constantine described the scene when he arrived to Bruce Wayne, mixing truth and lies.
"Harley Quinn!"
Although Constantine replaced Harley Quinn with "a certain black mage," the shrewd Batman immediately locked onto his suspected target.
After all, only Harley Quinn and Penguin had clashed during this period.
Not only that, he also deduced that his old friend Constantine was definitely hiding something from him.
However, for him, now was not the time to pursue all of this.
"John, I don't want the tragedy of three years ago to repeat itself!"
"Three years ago was just an accident. I didn't expect that demon could break through the seal. Believe me, Bruce, this time we are sending something out, not summoning an Evil God.
Even if the magic array is wrong, there won't be any accidents!"
Constantine gestured with his bandaged arms, making a solemn promise to Bruce Wayne.
Three years ago, Constantine was invited to Gotham City for an exorcism ritual. Due to interference from one of his nemeses in Hell.
The exorcism talisman he carved, reflected on the ceiling above, turned into a summon demon ritual.
That ritual nearly destroyed half a Street Block in Gotham.
This was the reason Bruce Wayne was so wary of Constantine.
Those Gang thugs and Supervillains in Gotham, except for the Shadow Warriors and that madman Joker, at most just fought over territory.
But this guy Constantine, if you weren't careful, had the ability to drag the entire City into Hell.
"You seem very agitated!? Working so hard, that's not like your usual behavior!"
Bruce Wayne nodded and smiled in response to a passing servant. He leaned down, staring intently into Constantine's eyes. Regrettably, in the eyes that were reduced to mere slits, he couldn't discern anything.
"Master Wayne, you don't think the destruction of the world is just your problem! I live on this Earth too. Do I want it to be destroyed? If Earth is destroyed, should I run to the moon to perform exorcism!"
"Spellcasting in a vacuum environment in a spacesuit, huh? If I summon a demon in a vacuum environment like the moon, can it survive in a vacuum environment?"
Bruce Wayne was momentarily stunned by Constantine's train of thought. Then he said with a cold face:
"I haven't done any research on dark magic, and I'm not interested!"
"Take Mr. Constantine for a longer walk in the Garden and let him get some sunlight!"
Bruce Wayne called over a gardener who was trimming the lawn and asked him to push Constantine for rehabilitation exercises. He himself turned and returned to the Room.
"What do you think of his plan?"
On the second floor of Wayne Manor, in Bruce Wayne's Master Bedroom, the decor colors were very monotonous. Although every piece of furniture and item was truly high-end custom-made.
However, the single color scheme gave the Room a dull and rigid taste, just like Bruce Wayne himself.
At least the Guest sitting in the Living Room of the Bedroom didn't particularly like this style of decoration. For him, this style might be something he would only try after the age of sixty.
A Middle-Aged Man in a gray suit, wearing a red tie and a pair of flat lens glasses, sat on the sofa opposite Bruce Wayne, drinking coffee.
"Not good. I remember hearing an Eastern proverb called using a tiger to drive away a wolf. The general meaning is that when you can't deal with one beast, you use another, more powerful beast to drive away the first one!"
"But how can you guarantee that you won't be eaten by that more powerful beast! You don't have a gun in your hand, that gun has already been broken by you!"
"We have no other choice. The last Mother Box has also been taken by Steppenwolf. Even knowing that the Mother Box can resurrect Clark Kent, we are powerless now!" Bruce Wayne said in a deep voice.
"Although I don't like gambling, in this situation, we can only gamble once!"
"Then what about the recording from the locator you put on Star-Lord?" The Middle-Aged Man with a mustache stirred the coffee in his hand and looked up at Bruce Wayne.
"I want to reach a cooperation with you! You help our world get through this crisis, and when you need it, I will do my best to help you!"
Bruce Wayne stated his intentions.
"Why should we believe you?"
"You should have learned about our world in the comic book. I swear on the honor of the Wayne Family, as long as you help us get through this crisis, when you need it, I will be there whenever you call! This is my promise, Mr. Tony Stark!"
Hearing the man in front of him say this, Tony Stark's stirring coffee spoon finally stopped.
Just as Bruce Wayne said, before he returned to this Universe, he had discussed with Captain.
Facing the quantum entangled universe that they didn't know when they could find, and the enemies they might encounter in the future, they indeed needed an ally.
Although Captain didn't agree with Bruce Wayne's philosophy as Batman, his character was beyond doubt.
"Cooperation is possible, but there's a condition!"
"Speak!" Bruce Wayne motioned for Tony Stark to state the conditions.
