Marvel: Sleep With Girls To Get Their Powers

Nolin followed Bruce into the wooded backyard. In the center was an open well, its rusted cover partially ajar and layered with dust.

Bruce brushed off the dust and turned to Nolin.

"Give me a hand. I'm getting old, and this thing's heavy."

Nolin didn't buy it.

No matter how old Bruce Wayne looked, he was still Batman.

He had seen him kill mercenaries and even fight Kryptonians in The Flash.

Bruce stepped forward, gripped the well cover, and began prying it open.

With a creaking sound, the two of them managed to lift it aside.

Bruce wiped sweat off his brow and leaned on the edge of the well, pretending to catch his breath.

"You know," he said between breaths, "I think my eyesight's getting bad with age too. Care to use your special abilities and go first?"

Nolin could see through Bruce's charade.

The man wasn't weak—he was testing him.

But Nolin didn't hide anything.

He knew gaining Bruce's trust was already hard enough. Lying would make it impossible.

Bruce Wayne wasn't just Batman—he was a genius.

With his knowledge of micro-expressions, psychology, and criminology, Bruce could read people like books.

There was no point in trying to deceive him.

Instead, Nolin embraced honesty.

Nolin climbed down the iron ladder into the well, explaining his thermal sensing powers as he descended.

"It's simple," he said. "I can map heat sources around me in my mind, giving me a clear layout of any area."

Bruce's voice echoed down the shaft:

"No wonder you spotted me so quickly earlier. That's a useful ability."

Then, with a hint of admiration, he added:

"You might actually be better than me at protecting Gotham. Night is your domain."

Bruce's tone suggested partial trust in Nolin.

He still had doubts but was willing to listen.

After all, Nolin's sincerity earlier had tipped the scales.

To Bruce, there were three possibilities:

Nolin was a liar.

Nolin was a master manipulator.

Nolin was telling the truth.

Bruce had bet on the third option—for now.

Still, he needed proof.

"Dark Knight, huh?" Nolin smirked.

"No matter the universe, you always live up to the name."

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"So… you've traveled to other worlds?"

"Something like that," Nolin said, avoiding details.

They continued walking through the tunnel until they entered Batman's lair—the Batcave.

Despite its age, the Batcave's technology still seemed cutting-edge.

Bruce's private satellites could bypass international surveillance and monitor the entire world.

"Sit tight," Bruce said, wiping dust off a chair and gesturing for Nolin to sit.

Then, he approached the computer console and began typing rapidly.

Nolin watched for a moment but quickly gave up.

Bruce's fingers danced across the keyboard, pulling up codes and systems Nolin didn't even recognize.

Nolin wandered around the Batcave, taking in the legendary gadgets and vehicles.

Meanwhile, Bruce opened another screen—security feeds and databases.

He searched Nolin's image, cross-referencing it with global data.

Bruce also pulled surveillance footage from Gotham, tracking Nolin's movements.

Ten minutes later, Bruce frowned.

His search results turned up nothing.

Hundreds of images were eliminated, and the only record of Nolin was from this morning—a surveillance feed in Gotham's alleyways.

Beyond that? No data.

It was as if Nolin had appeared out of thin air.

Bruce silently switched gears, scanning Siberia and Russian networks for alien activity.

After half an hour, Bruce's screen displayed an obscure report:

Meteor impact.

Alien life forms detected.

Location: Siberia.

Hired mercenaries involved.

Bruce tapped the screen. "Found it."

Nolin leaned over and saw Kara's crashed pod.

Excitement and urgency welled up inside him.

He was thrilled—Supergirl was real, and he was close to gaining Kryptonian powers.

But there was worry too.

If Kara had already arrived, then time was running out.

Somewhere in Central City, Barry Allen might have already met his alternate self.

And soon, the chain of events would begin.