amaotonovel Chapter 3835 The Nameless Bat (5)
Chapter 3835 The Nameless Bat (5)
Chapter 3835 The Nameless Bat (Part 5)
Natasha walked out of the interrogation room, took a cup of coffee from her colleague, leaned against the wall, took a sip, sighed softly, and then turned to look at the viewing window of the interrogation room door.
Another agent took over her job, but Wonder Woman just sat there, looking lost and saying nothing. Even working three shifts a day wouldn't keep up with a demigod, and Natasha could hear low grumbling coming from the next office.
Three days have passed since she was parachuted into the position of leader of the special task force. As the leader of the first CIA agent group in history with law enforcement authority within the Union, Natasha has proven to Batman Arkham in just three days that his choice was right.
But it wasn't easy. Natasha sighed again; she was exhausted these past few days. Open and covert attacks, unpredictable twists and turns—for the first time, she began to seriously consider whether she really needed to stab every man in the bed.
Taking small sips of her coffee, Natasha recalled the day Batman from Arkham came to find her.
Natasha never felt guilty about a little bit of fun, mainly because those who got stabbed by her usually didn't live to see the consequences. Bucky Barnes was an exception, Clint Barton was an exception, and Arkham Batman was the exception among exceptions—because he was the only man who got stabbed and still went through the whole process.
Natasha knew this day would come when he finished that cigarette with his heart exposed. But when she saw that strong figure from her apartment window, she still couldn't help feeling a pang of guilt.
The female agent touched the gun and fired three shots in the split second the shadowy figure made a move—resulting in six bullet fragments that were precisely sliced apart by darts.
Before she could even put the gun away, she felt like she'd been slammed into a wall by a train. Natasha clearly heard the sound of her ribs cracking, but more importantly, she felt the chill of metal gauntlets emanating from the gaps in her spine.
“Let’s talk this out,” Natasha said. “Let me go.”
"So you do know you should talk things out properly." Arkham Batman showed no intention of letting go of her, his hand involuntarily stroking Natasha's nape with an eerie tenderness, a tenderness that was eerie.
“I don’t have time to play around with you, boy,” Natasha said, looking him straight in the eye. “I have to go to work at S.H.I.E.L.D. tomorrow morning. Let me get some sleep.”
Do you have a habit of exercising before bed?
"Here? Are you serious?" Natasha raised an eyebrow. "I bet the plaster on these walls is made of nano-cameras. While you should certainly be proud of it, the members of the monitoring team will probably find it hard to openly express their admiration for your prowess."
“I mean, you’ll probably have about two seconds to struggle before I break your spine. That’s enough exercise.” Arkham Batman moved closer and closer.
Natasha seemed to be uncomfortable with the metal armor on his body. She even ignored the hand on her neck and gently pushed the man in front of her with her own hand.
“Tell me your terms,” Natasha said. “I feel terrible for your heart, but let’s forget about the other place.”
“I need you to come back to my universe with me.” Arkham Batman didn’t seem to be in the mood for flirting at all. He said, “I’m going to set up a special group within the CIA with federal law enforcement authority, and I want you to be the group leader and do my bidding.”
“Interesting,” Natasha said. “The only problem is how you plan to convince Congress that you want to hire a Slavic woman named ‘Natasha Romanov’ to be the head of your group.”
“There is no Congress anymore, Natasha.” When Batman Arkham called her name, Natasha suppressed the urge to shiver. The name of the girl who appeared in countless Russian romance novels, when he pronounced it in English, even the despairing atmosphere of classic Russian literature seemed to take on a warmer tone—it sounded like he was carving a tombstone for her.
“I can agree to that,” Natasha said, “but I know it’s not that simple, otherwise you wouldn’t have come to me. You could just find any idiot to take the place. Who do you want me to arrest?”
"Diana Prince, codename Wonder Woman."
Natasha took a soft breath and said, "How did she offend you?"
“Besides catching her, you also have to keep an eye on her,” Arkham Batman continued, “as well as Superman and the rest of the Justice League. I don’t care what method you use, stall them for at least a week.”
“I can’t do it,” Natasha said bluntly. “I’m Black Widow, not the Hulk. Neither can the Hulk.”
“I’ll find you a helper,” Arkham Batman said.
“No one will do.” Natasha grabbed Arkham Batman’s wrist and tried to pry the hand that was gripping her neck away, but not with much force, just a token effort.
Bucky Barnes.
"There are no doors."
"Then it's Steve Rogers."
Natasha couldn't help but glare at him angrily: "What misunderstanding do you have about the relationship between the three of us?"
"It doesn't look like a misunderstanding now."
Natasha's eyes darted around as she said, "It's not that I can't help you, but we'll have to change the assistant."
"Who do you want?"
“Schiller.” Natasha looked up at him, her eyes full of laughter, seemingly having completely forgotten how difficult things had been for her before.
“That’s perfect,” said Arkham Batman. “I’ve asked Schiller to join the Justice League as Moon Knight; he’ll help you.”
“No, no, no, it’s not the doctor I know.” Natasha seemed to have thought of something, and she licked her lips. “I need an agent.”
Arkham Batman narrowed his eyes, carefully observing Natasha's expression, and said, "Then stab him?"
“Is it not allowed?” Natasha’s eyelashes fluttered. “He’s so famous, it’s about time I got to see him for myself.”
Arkham Batman paused for a moment.
“I think you have some misunderstanding about the relationship between the three of us,” Arkham Batman said.
"Which three? You, me, and the agent?" Natasha turned her head away dismissively. "There's no misunderstanding. If you can't handle it, I won't go."
“I’ll ask him.” Arkham Batman finally withdrew his arm. Natasha stretched, her broken ribs long since healed. She touched the side of her neck, shook her head, and said, “Why did you capture Wonder Woman?”
"Were all Soviet agents this inquisitive?"
"Then why don't I ask you why you wanted to capture Superman?"
Batman Arkham paused for a moment, then said, "What happens in my universe has nothing to do with you. Once you've finished your business, you're even."
"If only it were that simple." Natasha clearly didn't believe it. "I feel like I won't be able to leave anytime soon."
Leaning against the wall of the CIA base corridor, Natasha gently tapped her forehead. Her premonition had come true; this matter was so troublesome that it felt like a burning hot potato.
"Boss, there's another commotion over there," a subordinate said as he walked over. "You should go and take a look."
Natasha tossed the empty paper cup into the shredder and headed towards the room at the end of the corridor. As soon as she entered, she saw Superman standing in the center of the room, his handcuffs broken in two, now transformed into uniquely designed bracelets. Two agents stood trembling in the corner of the room.
"Hello, Mr. Clark Kent."
Superman turned around and glared at her.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Natasha Romanov, a former Soviet Red House agent. In the underworld, I am known as the Black Widow."
Superman's expression froze for a moment. He hesitated, pursed his lips, and looked at Natasha, asking, "So, those legends are true?"
"What legend?" Natasha asked, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.
"It's...it's about Soviet human experimentation, brainwashing people, and training them to kill people..."
“Human experimentation is real, brainwashing is fake, and I’m not just a killer,” Natasha said with a smile.
Superman looked at her with a hint of pity, his tense arms relaxing slightly. He said, "They call you 'Madam,' 'Your husband'..."
“Of course he’s dead. But that was a long time ago.” Natasha walked over. As soon as she approached Superman, he took a step back; she took another step forward, and Superman took another step back.
She cornered Superman in the room before he stretched out his hands and said, "Don't come near me, ma'am. Think about the material of your handcuffs."
Natasha stood there, not giving Superman much space, so Superman could only shrink into the corner with a slightly aggrieved look, and he had to control his strength so as not to knock down the wall behind him.
"My subordinates say you broke the handcuffs. Why did you do that?"
“They’re slandering me,” Superman said. “Diana and I are friends, and I believe she wouldn’t be involved in espionage, but they’re saying I’m covering for her and telling me to confess quickly.”
"This shouldn't make you angry."
Superman paused again, looked away, and said, "They said I was flying over Metropolis to scout out the location of a military base, and they asked me if I had given the intelligence to Diana."
"That's not enough."
Superman pursed his lips and said, "They asked me if Diana and I had... if we had any sexual transactions..."
“I believe you don’t, you innocent young men.” Natasha smiled and took a few steps back, making Superman feel like he had been granted a pardon.
The female agent swept her red hair back and said, "I think Batman already told you that this whole thing is for political purposes. So whether you're innocent or not, you're all stuck here."
"How dare he assume I won't resist?" Superman said angrily. "I see absolutely no need for this. I could take everyone and leave right now!"
“If you were really going to do that, you wouldn’t be coming with us in the first place,” Natasha said, shaking her head. “Politics is simple, trust your gut feeling.”
After saying that, Natasha left. Superman in the room looked worried, but he still took off the two unique bracelets and threw them away, put on a new pair of handcuffs, and plopped down behind the interrogation table.
As Natasha stepped into the corridor, she heard footsteps behind her, a series of heavy footsteps coming from the end. She was all too familiar with that sound, but when she turned around, she froze.
A team of FBI agents arrived, but the leader had a face Natasha recognized—it was a young Schiller. He wore a light blue shirt and a tactical vest with the bright yellow "FBI" logo, and a Glock 17 pistol was strapped to his waist. He looked completely different from the refined demeanor Natasha usually saw; he appeared cold and sharp, but it didn't seem out of place at all, as if he was born to be an agent.
Natasha looked him up and down, while Schiller had already come over and shaken her hand. Natasha shook his hand, then patted his arm and said, "Long time no see, Agent Rodriguez."
(End of this chapter)