Chapter 72 Fear Immunity
Lynn offered no comfort.
No psychological guidance.
Instead—
He chose the most direct method possible.
Absolute destruction.
Inside Batman's poisoned subconscious—
His consciousness moved like a surgical blade forged from pure rationality.
One strike severed the endless replay of Thomas and Martha Wayne's deaths inside Crime Alley.
Another strike tore apart the infinite swarm of bats generated by Scarecrow's fear toxin.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
Lynn didn't attempt therapy.
He simply shattered the hallucinations through overwhelming logical force.
The nightmare world fractured violently around him.
Rain stopped.
Darkness split apart.
And at the center of the collapsing subconscious landscape—
He finally found Bruce Wayne's true consciousness.
Curled within layers of paranoia and fear.
The toxin had trapped him there completely.
Lynn reached forward.
Then dragged Bruce's consciousness forcibly out of the abyss.
…
Outside—
On the Batcave medical platform—
Bruce's violently convulsing body finally began calming down.
Heartbeat stabilizing.
Neural activity normalizing.
Adrenal overload decreasing rapidly.
The brainwave interferometer emitted sharp overload buzzing sounds.
Then—
The system notification exploded through Lynn's consciousness.
[Ding! Extremely Difficult Mental Treatment Completed!]
[Rating: SSS · God's Domain!]
[You have completed consciousness-level surgery beyond ordinary biological understanding!]
[Analyzing Target Mental Structure…]
[Holy Hand Copy Activated…]
[Scanning Target Core Talents…]
[Detected Core Talents:]
[Peak Human Physiology — B Rank]
[Super Intelligence — SS Rank (Fusion)]
[Fighting Master — S Rank]
[Iron Will · Fear Immunity — S Rank]
[Fear Avatar — Special Talent]
[Based on Healing Contribution (SSS Level), highest selectable-quality talent automatically copied.]
[Copy Progress: 10%…50%…100%!]
[Ding! Successfully Copied S-Rank Talent: Iron Will · Fear Immunity (Incomplete Version · 75%)!]
[Ability Description:]
[The host's mental world has transformed into an indestructible fortress of absolute rationality.]
[Complete immunity granted against most fear-based interference, illusion attacks, hypnosis, and low-to-mid-level mental manipulation.]
[Host sanity stabilized at extraordinary levels.]
Then—
The transformation began instantly.
A cold wave spread through Lynn's mind.
Not painful.
Not violent.
Pure.
Absolute rationality flooded every layer of consciousness like liquid nitrogen pouring across steel.
Lynn felt an invisible structure forming around his mental world.
A barrier forged entirely from logic and self-control.
Emotions still existed.
Joy.
Anger.
Fear.
But now—
They resembled data streams rather than uncontrolled impulses.
Every emotional fluctuation became automatically filtered, analyzed, and quantified before reaching his core consciousness.
Nothing external could destabilize him easily anymore.
Loki's mind manipulation.
Fear toxins.
Hypnosis.
Psychic hallucinations.
All would now encounter a near-impenetrable mental fortress.
An almost perfect final piece in Lynn's defensive system.
At nearly the same moment—
Bruce Wayne's eyes opened abruptly on the medical platform.
Gone was the previous madness.
The violent instability.
The paranoia.
The hallucinations.
Only deep silence remained.
Bruce stared upward quietly for several seconds.
Then slowly surveyed the ruined Batcave around him.
Destroyed consoles.
Shattered armor displays.
Damaged vehicles.
Finally—
His gaze settled on the white-coated figure calmly disconnecting the neural equipment.
Bruce's expression became complicated instantly.
Shock.
Vigilance.
Calculation.
And beneath all of it—
A faint trace of fear.
Because Bruce remembered everything.
Every failed attack.
Every effortless dodge.
Most vividly—
That final impossibly precise neurological strike which had paralyzed him instantly.
And even worse—
Bruce could still remember the sensation of his own subconscious being dissected coldly by Lynn's consciousness.
The lifelong nightmares.
The trauma.
The fears.
Not erased.
But surgically separated from his core will.
"What did you see in my mind?"
Bruce finally spoke.
His voice sounded hoarse.
But every word carried interrogation pressure instinctively.
This was Batman again.
Testing.
Evaluating.
Trying to determine how much Lynn now knew.
Lynn removed the final electrode calmly.
Then tossed the overloaded interferometer aside casually.
"I saw childhood trauma," he answered evenly.
"And many bats."
The answer sounded almost dismissive.
As though Bruce's deepest psychological scars resembled a mediocre horror film.
That indifference disrupted Bruce's intended psychological pressure instantly.
"Mr. Wayne," Lynn continued while adjusting the slightly overheated gold-rimmed glasses,
"I believe we should clarify our relationship again."
"Between us, this remains a simple transactional arrangement."
"You hire me."
"I repair your body."
"My responsibility is medical treatment."
"Not psychological profiling."
Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly.
Lynn remained completely calm beneath the stare.
"What I observed during treatment was an unavoidable side effect of the procedure."
"I have no interest in preserving or analyzing it afterward."
For perhaps the first time in years—
Bruce Wayne genuinely didn't know how to respond immediately.
Because no one had ever spoken so clinically about the deepest wounds of Batman himself.
"If you remain concerned," Lynn added calmly,
"We can formalize a confidentiality agreement legally."
A brief pause.
"Though that would count as an additional service."
"And my legal consultant is extremely expensive."
Even Alfred Pennyworth briefly froze nearby.
Then—
For the first time since waking—
A strange expression crossed Bruce Wayne's face.
Not anger.
Not suspicion.
Something dangerously close to disbelief.
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