Chapter 1656: No Time to Die (19)_1

"It seems like you're not too fond of me talking a lot, okay, I can understand that. So where are you taking me next? Do you also have a super cool lab? Can we study your cape there? Or I can let you study my Spider Silk Launcher, it's actually really special..."

Spider Man stopped speaking when he caught Batman's Death Stare, so he quickly mimed zipping his mouth shut.

Batman, with a flick of his cape, leapt off the tall building, followed closely by Spider-Man. Even though Batman used his fastest speed, Spider-Man could easily keep up without any effort. Batman led him all the way to the Batcave.

As Batman was about to open the door, he heard a series of exclamations from behind him. Spider-Man, like a frog with a switch hit, began to excitedly exclaim, "Wow wow wow wow wow."

"This is too cool, what is this? A core of mysterious darkness? This gate is magical! Is the lock a face recognition mechanism? And this handle, you've carved bat patterns on it, just splendid!"

"Stay still, don't touch anything. There are weapons on the gate," Batman dutifully warned every newcomer to the Batcave as he began unlocking his complicated Bat Lock.

Batman would swear, it was only a minute and a half, definitely less than two minutes when he wasn't looking at what Spider-Man was doing, when he heard a "snap" from behind.

When Spider-Man reappeared in front of him, he was holding the door handle that Batman had meticulously carved with bat patterns.

Batman's eyes widened slightly. Spider-Man looked like a child who had done something wrong, and he hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean to break it off, I thought the pattern was really nice, I wanted to see the details underneath, but when I put a little force..."

"Really sorry, I'll compensate you for it. Or if you have a milling machine, I can make an identical one for you."

Batman glanced at the super alloy door handle used to confirm the safety status of his recently reinforced lock, then looked up at Spider-Man who was slim in physique.

Without saying a word, he flicked his cape and turned around: "No need to pay, but don't touch anything again."

As Batman continued to unlock the thirteenth lock of his front door, he heard Spider Man's voice from behind.

"This thing looks quite sturdy, how did it break? I know I am pretty strong, and often studying the things in Mr. Stark's laboratory, but I haven't broken a single one so far. Are those things tougher, or has Mr. Stark reinforced them specifically?"

As Batman pressed the keys, his fingers paused for a moment, his chest, steady as a statue, subtly rose and fell, but he continued to concentrate on unlocking the door.

"Have you ever brought anyone here before? Batman, it seems that I'm not the first. You must have brought your children here, right? Did they also break things? I'm not saying they should break things, but I often messed up Mr. Stark's stuff, but he never minded as he is quite wealthy..."

"The Robins have been here." Not even Batman himself noticed it, but when he said "Robin," his voice was somewhat heavier than usual.

"I've been wanting to ask, what is Robin? Do you like to keep pet birds? A bat that can raise birds, quite unusual."

"They are my assistants, about your age."

"Oh, I see." Spider Man nodded his head, holding the door handle, said, "I knew there would be a superhero team."

"Are you Stark's assistant?"

At the sound of this question, Spider-Man hesitated for a while, then scratched his head and said: "By 'assistant,' you mean someone able to help you, right? I rarely aid Mr. Stark, he's always the one helping me without asking for anything in return. Sometimes I think of him as my father."

"What do your parents think?"

"I don't have parents, they died when I was just born, but I have an aunt and uncle. They still don't know about me being a superhero," Spider-Man said somewhat despondently, letting his arms drop. "But I think they'll find out soon."

After hearing that Spider-Man's parents had died when he was very young, Batman's fingers once again subtly paused.

With the door opening, a gust of cold wind blew out from inside. Spider-Man followed Batman into the huge base, then unsurprisingly spotted Batman's magnificent collection.

"Oh my God, this place is a hundred times cooler than I imagined!!!" Spider-Man was so excited his voice nearly broke. His head swivelled like a spinning top, dashing from one side to the other.

"What's this? Where did this giant dinosaur come from? Did you take a trip to Jurassic Park? And this medal, oh my God! This sculpture is too magnificent, it matches my suit perfectly..."

For the next tens of minutes, a red-blue blur, like a whirlwind, swept over the entire Batcave as Spider-Man, with his agile and fast body, touched every visible Batman collectible within sight.

Batman had no objections. He knew he couldn't object because if Spider-Man were to stop, the dreadful talk-ative storm would fill the entire Batcave.

However, even the tolerance for the viewing time didn't bring a better result. When Spider-Man, through these odd bat collections, realized that he had indeed come to a whole new cosmos and was about to experience a brand new legendary adventure, he got totally excited.

The spider mutation indeed gives Spider-Man far more than average energy and concentration. And when the mutant factor within Spider-Man is stimulated, it creates a series of physiological excitement, making him more lively and even slightly insane.

"Right, you said before that you were looking for me to be your assistant, didn't you? Did you really say that? Being your assistant means I can collect these collectibles all over the cosmos with you, right? We go defeat those super-cool monsters, take trophies off them, then carry them back home, and turn this place into the most cracking museum in the whole cosmos."

Spider-Man, with both arms waving non-stop, while Batman, who was listening, perfectly filtered out those extreme adjectives that would never appear in Gotham and then nodded.

Spider-Man let out a cheer, jumped straight up in place, then hit the approximately five-meter-high ceiling overhead. He fell to the ground, then held his head, spinning, then used body language filled with anticipation to ask Batman: "When do we start?"

"First, your uniform..."

Spider-Man paused for a moment, then under Batman's shocking gaze tore off his own mask. He shook his curly brown hair and said: "Anyway, you already know that I am Peter Parker. There's no need to wear a mask anymore."

"Couldn't I have fooled you?"

"What? You mean you didn't know and you were just guessing? Oh my god, you're too cunning!"

Batman had no response. He looked at this boy's youthful face in front of him. He had short, slightly curly brown hair that looked so good, glossy and soft. It's just that he didn't tidy up before putting on the mask, and the movement of taking off the mask was too violent, leading now to his head looking like a chicken coop.

His eyes were a deep brown with a bit of grey, his pupils wide open in the dimly lit Batcave, matching his pure personality. There were unobtrusive sun spots under his eyelids and in the middle of his nose, and his cheeks still had a bit of baby fat.

Peter Parker's appearance was not impressive, like one of the many average white boys in public high schools. The only physical advantage was probably his body proportions. His limbs were slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He hadn't quite developed yet, but one can imagine the perfect body proportion that he'll have in future.

"What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with me?" Peter Parker looked down at himself, rubbed his face with his hand, and like a dog chasing its tail, he turned in circles looking at his back.

Batman shook his head and said: "No, nothing. Let's go."

"Then why were you staring at me? Wait a minute, where are you going? I mean, where are we going together? What is that room for? Is it some magical door leading to your adventure land?"

"That's the examination room. We are going to give you a physical examination first."

The anticipated confusion and questioning did not come. Peter was as accepting as if he'd heard "The Earth is round," then obediently followed Batman into the room.

This attitude made Batman size him up again from head to toe. Spider-Man spread his hands in confusion and asked: "Why are you looking at me?"

"You're not opposed to a physical examination?"

"I have one every year."

Batman fell silent, then Peter, thinking he might have misunderstood something, began to explain: "Ah, you might think that I'm some poor kid, so I don't understand the importance of physical examinations. My family really isn't wealthy, but my uncle never skimps on this, even if we can't go to a big hospital, we'll do regular check-ups at a community hospital."

"Regular physical examinations are the best investment in health. Eighty percent of human diseases can cut costs by more than half if they are discovered and treated early. My last physical examination was on March 21 this year. The results showed that everything was normal except for a slightly fast heart rate."

"Oh, by the way, I memorized the data from my previous physical examinations. Do you want to hear it? This year I am seventeen years old, height 178, weight 64kg..."

"Stop, what I meant was, aren't you worried that others will use your body data to do something bad?"

Peter blinked, then said: "What evil thing could they do with my body data? Lie to people about gym memberships?"

"If he has your physical data, he can analyze your physical weaknesses."

"But my body has no weaknesses."

Batman fell silent again.

About half an hour later, Peter got up from the last physical examination machine. Batman, looking at the dense data report, found that Peter wasn't lying - Spider-Man's body had no weaknesses.