Is That Your Plane?

When Heisenberg abandoned his probing and directly struck at Doomsday, Doomsday's fate was already sealed.

The chain-bladed weapon in Heisenberg's hands, which he called the Blades of Chaos, attacked Doomsday from every angle, like a giant windmill.

As Diana gazed at Heisenberg with reverence, the man she called the Sun God in her heart sliced Doomsday into no fewer than 100,000 pieces!

In the blink of an eye, Heisenberg could see Doomsday's fingers severed into segments and its nearly nonexistent cerebral cortex.

He could see Doomsday's three hearts, so different from those of Kryptonians, and every single blood vessel in its body!

In less than three seconds, Doomsday, still unable to resist the divine metal, was completely immobilized.

It was shattered, truly shattered.

It was reduced to little more than scraps, just a hair's breadth away from complete annihilation.

Yet, even so, the hundreds of thousands of fragments of Doomsday still tried to regenerate.

Its shattered flesh and blood seemed to retain a will to reunite.

Especially its utterly pulverized heart—even each piece of myocardium sprouted tiny buds, attempting to fuse with other fragments through these growths.

Witnessing this, Heisenberg furrowed his brow. Doomsday's vitality far exceeded his memories.

This thing truly grew stronger with each death!

So, Heisenberg suddenly exhaled a freezing breath, instantly freezing the blood and flesh radiating over a fifteen-meter range.

If Doomsday were still alive, mere freezing wouldn't solve the problem.

But in its shattered state, its tiny buds couldn't break through Heisenberg's icy grip!

In an instant, the frost of the harsh winter turned Doomsday's splattered blood into a colossal ice sculpture of blood!

This gruesome scene made Batman take a deep breath from afar, while Superman stood frozen, mouth agape.

Only Diana remained unfazed. Blood and victory were the Amazon's eternal pursuits; she didn't consider killing an enemy cruel.

Amid their differing reactions, Heisenberg tossed the chain, pulling the blood sculpture of Doomsday back into his hands.

He tucked the ice sculpture into his pocket, and Doomsday vanished from Earth.

Only then did Bruce realize—had his spear disappeared the same way?

But considering Heisenberg had just saved the Earth, and recalling the purpose of creating the spear and the wound on Superman's face…

And thinking about the relationship between Superman and Heisenberg…

Bruce fell silent, choosing not to dwell on it.

After all, he still had spares. Let's pretend that spear never existed!

In the air, after dealing with Doomsday, Heisenberg mentally tasked the system with thoroughly erasing every trace of Doomsday's remnants.

Heisenberg truly despised artificial beings or clones.

If possible, he wouldn't allow any such chaotic things to appear before him.

…

Meanwhile, in the Kryptonian spaceship at the heart of Metropolis, two teams of special forces were conducting an investigation.

They quickly found Lex Luthor's dead body in the Genesis Chamber.

The dead man wasn't their focus, so one soldier moved Lex's body away, while the rest followed orders to collect any extraneous materials in the ship.

The pool in the Genesis Chamber, filled with blood and embryonic fluid, became their prime target. They prepared to dredge and sample it.

But in the next instant, the crimson pool inexplicably cleared!

This change stunned the commanding officer, who stared at the now-clear pool for a full ten seconds in disbelief.

Finally, he had to admit that the promotion he'd fantasized about a second ago was likely hopeless.

…

Setting aside humanity's disappointment over losing Doomsday and the Kryptonian genetic samples…

After tucking the half-destroyed Doomsday into his pocket, Heisenberg glanced at the Kryptonite spear in his pocket.

With this spear, as long as Clark couldn't evolve into Silver Superman on the spot, he'd never turn the tables in this lifetime!

At this thought, Heisenberg smiled contentedly, his gaze turning to Clark in the distance.

Beside Diana, when Clark saw Heisenberg's smile—as if boasting to a junior—his heart warmed.

He quickly returned Heisenberg's smile, raised his thumb, and praised lightly,

"Well done, Great-Grandpa!"

Hearing this, Heisenberg's smile widened.

You're really getting bolder, calling me that so casually now, haha!!!

Still laughing, Heisenberg landed opposite the trio.

He lightly clapped his chest, and his armor instantly transformed into a sharp black suit.

He even draped a stylish overcoat over his shoulders!

This was one of the perks of divine artifacts—just like Thor and Loki in the movies, who could change clothes at will, saving a lot of trouble.

Seeing Heisenberg's attire, perfectly fitting into human society, Batman's mental model of him underwent yet another revision.

Who knows what he's thinking? Who can fathom Batman's mind?

The Joker?

Heisenberg ignored Bruce's furrowed brow, instead patting Clark's shoulder.

"Don't be surprised. You haven't seen half of what's out there. Let's talk as we walk!"

Saying this, Heisenberg looked around and casually asked,

"Recommend a place to eat. I've got no money, so I don't mind if you treat me to some Metropolis delicacies, Clark."

"Ah?"

Clark hesitated, quickly forcing an embarrassed smile.

He instinctively shook his head, then immediately nodded.

"I don't have money on me either, but please wait a moment. I'll go home and get some.

My salary's gone up recently, and I've got some savings. I'll be right back…"

"Hold on!"

Before Clark finished, Batman decisively raised his hand, halting Clark's departure.

He turned to Heisenberg, saying seriously,

"This isn't Metropolis, it's Gotham Harbor—my city!

Let me be your host."

"Suit yourself, and thanks in advance for your hospitality, Little Bat!"

Heisenberg smiled, following Bruce, and they all stood beside Bruce's Batplane.

Bruce stopped near the damaged Batwing, pressing a mysterious button on his arm gauntlet.

Moments later, a virtual screen appeared before him. Bruce addressed the elderly figure on the screen,

"Alfred, dispatch a Bat-transport. I need to recover all the equipment from the site.

Also, prepare dinner tonight. We've got guests!"

"Of course, Master!"

Hearing Batman's words, Alfred smiled kindly, gently clapping his hands.

"We finally have guests again. This is the best news I've heard in nearly a decade.

Of course, those uninvited guests you've had before don't count."

As the communication ended, Batman lowered his arm, turning back to the trio.

"Please wait a moment!"

"Okay!"

The three nodded, standing silently beside the plane.

The nearby chemical plant, still burning fiercely, illuminated their figures with its blazing flames.

In the desolate battlefield ruins, the four stood motionless, staring at each other…

The scene was eerily bizarre.

Finally, the excited Clark couldn't hold back.

Tonight had been a whirlwind of emotions for him: first pummeled by Bruce with Kryptonite, then by Doomsday, dehydrated by a nuke, and finally…

He'd gained a great-grandfather…

So, he curiously glanced at Bruce, asking softly,

"Is Batman always this elusive, like tonight?"

He then looked at Batman's plane and back at Bruce waiting for it.

His posture made Bruce take a deep breath through his nose.

"Tonight's a special case. If it were just me, I'd use…"

"Fly, since you're the Bat!"

Diana joked with a smile, deepening the wrinkles on Batman's brow.

He pointed to a motorcycle in the distance, tapping his wrist.

The motorcycle instantly drove to his side, remarkably quietly.

Batman tossed the motorcycle onto the damaged Batwing, explaining,

"I usually use grappling hooks and motorcycles to leave. The cape's gliding function is also a good option."

"So you're just an ordinary person, albeit a rich one!" Diana bluntly remarked.

Her words made Bruce pause briefly. Moments later, he turned back, nodding at Diana.

"Ordinary people can still have their heroic endeavors. Justice isn't measured by strength. You have your abilities, but I have my methods."

"Exactly!"

Clark nodded in agreement.

Watching their interaction, Heisenberg intervened with interest, instantly appearing beside Bruce.

Pat pat pat.

Amid Bruce's slightly surprised expression, Heisenberg patted his shoulder, pointing toward the Batcave.

"I heard an engine. Is that your plane over there?"

"What?"

Batman looked confusedly toward the sky. Where was any plane?

But he suddenly remembered something, quickly activating the tracking function on his gauntlet.

Moments later, he located the plane Alfred had sent him.

It had just started its engine inside the Batcave!

Bruce stared deeply at Heisenberg. In just an instant, his long-hidden Batcave had been discovered?

But after a brief pause, he let it go.

Since those present already knew his identity, his Batcave would eventually be discovered anyway.

Earlier or later made no difference.

Yet, despite that, Bruce secretly resolved:

He'd have to refit the Batcave entirely with lead, top to bottom!

Meanwhile, after teasing Bruce into silence, Heisenberg turned his gaze to Clark.

"By the way, kid, I still don't know your name. What's it?"

Just as Clark was about to answer, Diana spoke for him.

"He's Kal-El. The whole world knows."

"I…"

Clark frowned, preferring his Earth name.

But considering Wonder Woman hadn't lied, and Heisenberg was a Kryptonian elder…

"Right, Great-Grandpa, I'm Kal-El.

But I don't usually go by that. You can call me Clark."

As Clark finished, before Heisenberg could respond, Diana eagerly extended her right hand.

With the emergence of a new ancient deity on Earth, she could no longer contain her excitement.

She lightly tapped her breastplate, her ample chest trembling slightly, as she introduced herself to Heisenberg,

"I'm Diana Prince, daughter of the Amazons. May I know your name, Your Solar Majesty?"