MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

Especially his skin defense.

Previously—

The fusion of [Indestructible Body] with the incomplete Thor-derived Asgardian Physique already allowed Lynn to ignore handgun and submachine-gun fire almost completely.

Now—

After integrating the incomplete Green Goblin Physique—

The defensive amplification reached another level entirely.

Lynn performed several internal durability simulations silently through Analysis of All Things.

Estimated outcome:

Even .50 BMG armor-piercing rounds fired from a Barrett M82 would, at most, leave superficial white marks across the epidermis.

Penetration probability:

Extremely low.

Current physical defense had already crossed into a genuinely monstrous category.

Lynn slowly stood from the basement floor.

He intended to conduct practical testing next.

Maximum punching force.

Muscle-density endurance.

Explosive acceleration limits.

Then—

The Gotham emergency communicator activated violently.

An alarm sharp enough to cut through silence echoed across the basement instantly.

The video call connected forcibly.

Alfred Pennyworth's face filled the screen immediately.

For the first time—

The old butler looked genuinely disheveled.

Blood flowed from a deep wound across his forehead.

Dust and smoke covered the remains of his suit.

And behind him—

The Batcave was collapsing.

Explosions.

Falling debris.

Emergency lights flashing violently.

"Dr. Lynn!"

Alfred's voice carried urgency Lynn had never heard before.

"Something has happened in Gotham."

"Straight to the point, Mr. Pennyworth."

Lynn's tone remained calm.

That calmness stabilized Alfred immediately despite the chaos.

"It's Arkham Asylum," Alfred said rapidly.

"An unprecedented riot has broken out."

"Scarecrow obtained a newly modified fear toxin."

"We're calling it nerve-stripping gas."

"When Master Bruce attempted to suppress the riot…"

Alfred paused briefly.

"He inhaled an extremely concentrated dose."

Lynn's eyes narrowed slightly.

"All antidotes stored inside the Batcave failed completely."

"What are the symptoms?"

"The gas attacks the nervous system directly," Alfred answered immediately.

"It suppresses higher logical processing while amplifying fear responses and aggression pathways inside the amygdala."

"Master Bruce…"

A rare tremor appeared in Alfred's voice.

"He lost control."

"He believes everyone around him is an enemy."

"He's suffering severe paranoia, hallucinations, and violent instability."

"He's destroying the Batcave."

"And he's attempting to force his way into Gotham City."

At that exact moment—

A violent explosion erupted behind Alfred.

Part of the Batmobile's weapons platform detonated in the background.

The screen shook heavily.

"Dr. Lynn…"

For the first time—

Alfred's expression resembled pleading.

"His neurons are burning progressively."

"If this continues, even if he survives…"

"Permanent brain damage becomes inevitable."

"The consultation fee, Wayne Enterprises assets—anything."

"Name your price."

"I only ask you…"

A brief pause.

"Please save him."

Lynn stood silently for one second.

A fully uncontrolled Batman represented catastrophic danger.

Bruce Wayne possessed:

Top-tier tactical intelligence.

Military-grade equipment.

Dozens of contingency protocols.

Enough knowledge to dismantle Gotham's criminal ecosystem personally.

If Scarecrow's toxin fully erased rational restraint—

The resulting destruction could surpass most supervillain incidents.

More importantly—

Bruce Wayne remained an extremely valuable ally.

Allowing him to collapse held no strategic benefit whatsoever.

"Deploy the Wayne stealth aircraft to my rooftop immediately," Lynn said calmly.

He lifted the high-grade medical case beside him.

"I require maximum speed and full stealth capability."

"It's already en route," Alfred answered instantly.

No unnecessary conversation followed.

Three minutes later—

A black stealth aircraft hovered soundlessly above Miracle Clinic like a phantom.

Lynn boarded immediately.

Destination:

Gotham City.

…

The Wayne stealth aircraft cut through the night sky at supersonic speed.

Less than thirty minutes later—

The distance between New York and Gotham vanished completely.

Instead of approaching Wayne Manor openly—

The aircraft descended through a concealed waterfall entrance leading directly into the Batcave's underground hangar.

The hatch opened.

A strange smell hit instantly.

Gunpowder residue.

Burned circuitry.

Ozone.

And faint traces of bitter almond.

Cyanide-adjacent chemical compounds.

The Batcave itself looked devastated.

The Batcomputer wall had partially collapsed.

Sparks erupted continuously from damaged systems.

Display cases containing older Batsuits lay shattered across the floor.

Several priceless suits had been ripped apart violently.

Nearby—

Half of the Batmobile had melted under corrosive chemical damage.

This no longer resembled a command center.

It resembled the aftermath of war.

Lynn stepped from the aircraft calmly.

He removed the outer coat and retained only the clean white medical coat underneath.

In the middle of the ruined Batcave—

The spotless white coat felt strangely unnatural.

Yet also stabilizing somehow.

Instead of rushing immediately toward Bruce—

Lynn first removed a compact atmospheric analyzer from the medical case.

Then sampled the remaining airborne toxin particles.

Analysis of All Things activated instantly.

[Variant Fear Toxin Identified.]

[Core Component:

Artificially synthesized neuropeptide.]

[Effect:

Suppresses prefrontal-cortex logical processing while hyperstimulating amygdala fear/aggression response.]

[Conventional antidotes ineffective due to unstable molecular binding structure.]

"Interesting," Lynn murmured softly.

The modified toxin represented a major upgrade from Scarecrow's classic comic formulas.

Much more biologically sophisticated.

He stored the analyzer away calmly.

Then walked deeper into the Batcave darkness.

Emergency lighting flickered weakly overhead.

Long distorted shadows stretched across the cave walls.

Then—

The instant Lynn took the third step—

Batman attacked.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Six specialized batarangs screamed through the darkness simultaneously.

Six blind spots.

Six lethal trajectories.

Head.

Throat.

Heart.

Liver.

Spinal column.

Femoral artery.

Perfect kill angles.

Every batarang coated in a neurotoxin powerful enough to immobilize large marine mammals within seconds.

This was not standard Batman weaponry.

These were anti-metahuman suppression tools.

But Battlefield Domain had already mapped the entire Batcave.

Before the batarangs launched—

Bruce's muscle contractions.

Breathing shifts.

Weight transfer.

Everything had already entered Lynn's perception.

Lynn didn't even turn around.

One sidestep.

One slight bow.

That was all.

The six batarangs sliced past the white coat harmlessly and embedded themselves deep into the stone wall behind him.

Then—

A gigantic black shadow descended from above like a demon emerging from the cave ceiling itself.

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