Peter was at a loss.
But it wasn't entirely because of Batman's actions, but because his spider-sense was reacting at the wrong time.
The spider-sense of Spider Man is a very magical thing, it is not really a sensing ability, but more like a prophecy, its ability to foresee danger is fundamental.
For instance, when Peter passed by the Scarecrow's fear gas, even though the gas had not exploded or harmed anyone, his spider-sense would weakly alert him to the potential danger around him.
Until under the joint guidance of Shiller and Stark, Peter could partially actively use his spider-sense. For example, when he focused his attention on certain matter, he could tentatively judge whether something was wrong.
Similarly, this sense could be used to gauge if someone had ill intentions. When Peter's attention was completely focused on someone, Peter could almost immediately detect their malintent via his spider-sense.
But when Batman told him to sit down, his spider-sense had no reaction whatsoever.
Wasn't that considered to be an attack? Peter wondered confusedly.
Wait, it seems like it wasn't.
Though Batman's tone suggested that he was about to stick them in a horrifying little black room until the end of time, his actual intention could be to protect Nightwing and Peter.
This wasn't tough to understand. Barbara and Gordon had disappeared, Robin had lost contact, and the mystery of Jason's case was still unsolved. Clearly, someone was targeting the Batman Family, even though it was important to locate the victims, protecting the members who weren't in trouble was equally important.
Did he react a bit too quickly?
Peter thought painfully, could it be that Batman had already deduced from the course of events that a mysterious mastermind was stirring up trouble?
Peter glanced at the clock, it was 2 a.m.
Three hours ago, Batman saw Gothamites fall, two and half hours ago he learned that he was kidnapped, two hours ago he witnessed Gotham being bombed by missiles.
An hour and a half ago he knew about the disappearance of Barbara and Gordon, an hour ago he found out about Jason Todd's death, half an hour ago he found out that Robin had lost contact.
Then he spent half an hour to fully calm down, eliminated all the impacts brought by emotional fluctuations, accurately noticed all the oddities in each event, and without any self-doubt, immediately made the best choice.
What kind of incredible nerves did he have?!
And how was he so certain that his spider-sense wouldn't help him dodge his attack?
"Don't tell me you think that your strange sense of crisis allows you to dodge his attacks?" Nightwing showed a bitter smile at Peter and said: "Believe it or not, right now, if you go to the Bat-Archive Library, you'll find a more specific and clearer analysis of your abilities than you knew."
"That's Batman." Nightwing let out a long sigh and said, "As long as he's prepared, no one can defeat him."
Peter stubbornly tried to move his hand with force. The metal restraint wasn't the slightest bit affected and remained unchanged.
Then he suddenly realized that his seat was slightly higher than the regular ones, which kept his feet from touching the ground.
As we all know, the exertion of force is mutual. You need a supporting point to exert force to break free from something. And if the ground can't be touched, the only supporting point is your own skeleton.
That is to say, the strongest and most powerful muscle group in the human body, the gluteus muscles, couldn't exert force since there was no supporting point there.
Also, when Peter tried to move his hand, his own elbow was the supporting point, and beneath the elbow was hard metal. If he can't exert force, it means he'll be in pain. Now, without the symbiont to help him numb his pain, he had to endure the pain.
Peter tried to apply force outward, only to find that the seat was indeed custom-made. The moment his chest muscles exerted themselves, his wrist bone bumped against the inside of the metal buckle, causing him to gasp in pain.
"Don't waste your energy."
After Batman left, Nightwing leaned his head to one side and said, "If you go to his Bat-Furniture Warehouse, you will see more than two hundred versions of chairs, specially designed to lock you up on one day, ensuring that once you sit down, you absolutely can't break free."
Peter sighed deeply, slowly twisted his wrist, and pressed a button on his watchband.
Poison Ivy, who was still sitting in the truck, noticed the communicator lighting up. She looked out the truck's window, saw the light of the Batmobile flashing as it passed, and pushed the door of the truck to get out.
Screech——
After the hurried sound of braking, the Batmobile's headlights flashed twice. Under the illumination of the light, there was a huge root lying across the middle of the previously smooth road.
Batman got out of the car, looked up to see the vague figure and rapidly retracting vines on top of a tall building.
Then he walked over to the root, jumped onto it with agile movements, flipped over it, got back into the Batmobile and drove off towards his destination.
When Poison Ivy saw that Batman didn't fall for her trap, she took a deep breath. In the end, she didn't face Batman directly. She glanced at the continuously flashing light of the truck below, grabbed a vine, jumped from the tall building, got into the truck and drove towards Batcave.
Ten minutes later, Poison Ivy was thrown into the Batcave's prison, and she let out a painful cry as she hit the ground.
When Peter who was sitting next to her clenched his hand into a fist, he found his palm completely soaked with sweat.