[Warning! Warning! It has been detected that you are holding an anchor prop: the clown’s crystal coffin]
[Converted crisis energy:∞]
Chen Tao almost couldn't believe his eyes.
[Synchronizing: The Laughing Bat!]
[Laughing bat! Laughing! Laughing! Error! Error!]
[Start emergency shielding! Emergency shielding!]
After a series of dazzling silver-white fonts flashed, the fonts on Chen Tao's retina finally returned to stability.
[Converted crisis energy: 80]
[Crisis energy units you currently hold: 164]
[Warning, downloading targetable Batman files]
【Broken Bat】
[Danger level: C]
[In a certain dark multiverse, at the end of the Knightfall event, Batman failed to defeat his disciple who had fallen into a villain, Jean Paul, the Angel of Death, and Batman's identity changed. The Angel of Death was renamed the Saint Batman.
, launched a bloody dictatorial reign of terror on Gotham.
Bruce Wayne was vivisected and the necessary organs were preserved, and he was forced to observe what the Angel of Death did to Gotham City for the next thirty years.
After being rescued by Lady Shiva and the Son of Bane, he was cured by a micro-bat robot made of nanotechnology and became a cyborg. However, 30 years of torture has caused the former righteous Dark Knight Batman to completely collapse
.The Broken Bat, who embraced the darkness, killed the Angel of Death and all allies who stood in his way, and became the new ruler of Gotham.]
[Should we immediately consume 80 units of crisis energy to synchronize?]
Chen Tao touched his chin, and his fingertips rubbed against the butt-like ravine on Batman's chin.
The previous Joker gave him 40 crisis energy, but another 40 were consumed during synchronization.
This time too, he was given 80 Crisis Energy, and the new Batman given to him needed exactly 80. Unlike Bane before: he was given 103 Crisis Energy, but only needed to consume 59.
Synchronized Banebat.
What on earth is going on?
Chen Tao thought for a while and then quickly ignored this question. The most important thing now is the Riddler.
……
……
……
And then...now.
"You crossed that line. Batman."
The Riddler was stunned.
On the TV, the lump of clown meat fell to the ground disgustingly.
He repeatedly confirmed the truth with his own eyes.
"Jesus, you crossed that line!"
The Riddler cried out in sorrow and joy:
"I was wrong, I was so wrong. I thought I would have to go to great lengths to force you to kill someone. I wasn't even sure if I could do it - but in the end I suddenly discovered that I actually didn't need anything at all. Do it!"
"You didn't want to let the clown live at all. When I was still struggling with the routine, you smashed it on the ground like glass - you guy, you had a premeditated plan!
Oh, I love you to death, I love you to death! You aggressive, calculated murderer!"
He laughed loudly, then took a sharp breath, cutting off his laughter as if he was about to expire:
"Batman, trust me, it's about to start. I'm very familiar with this feeling. You will soon attract some new admirers."
"No, I won't."
"Believe me, I have thought so too. But it is not up to you."
The Riddler put down his pistol neatly: "I surrender. And they..."
His eyes glanced at the ventriloquist who was sitting there silently and Killer Croc who was tying up his amygdala with a rope.
"I'm so stupid. I said I wanted to break the rules, but I didn't consider this possibility at all - almost all the thugs I hired were moles!"
"The bottom line ceased to exist a long time ago. You already had these followers, didn't you?"
"They are employees." Chen Tao corrected him: "I paid them."
"You - paid them? Hahaha, Batman, I'm sorry, although I am the Riddler, and laughter has never been the Riddler's characteristic, but I still think this is funny, haha, hahaha!"< /p>
The Riddler chuckled in an exaggerated voice.
He patted his thigh and pointed at Killer Croc: "Do you know how many employers were eaten alive by Waylon Jones? Those idiots who were not strong enough, low-level, artless, and creative criminal activities——
How many times has that beast eaten alive the fools who tried to manipulate him? He is a beast. Batman, do you really think that simple money can control a beast? Do you know how many times he has bitten his employer to death? Do you want me? How many times have you been told that other people [eat] their goods for free?”
Chen Tao was very sure that the "eat" the Riddler said was a pun. He looked at Killer Croc, who gave him a shy smile, pure and harmless, like a little dog trying to please its owner. With his own eyes After witnessing Batman kill someone, he looked more submissive than before.
"Ouch!"
The amygdala screamed and tried to resist. He was a manic man with intellectual problems, one of the villains of Arkham, hired by the Riddler, and appeared here in confusion, and then——
Killer Crocodile gnawed on the opponent's shoulder, took a big bite, chewed it twice, and spit it on the ground.
My amygdala was so painful that I fainted.
"And Ventriloquist, do you think that over the years, no fool in Gotham would think that he is not scary at all, but just a schizophrenic with a doll?"
"This is so blasphemous -"
"Oh, God, this is not very polite, Mr. Nygma——"
What the ventriloquist was about to say was swallowed back in his throat. He saw the Riddler's eyes flashing with a faint light, as ferocious and violent as a colorful tiger.
He is a very powerful criminal, there is no doubt about it. But confronting the Riddler?
Not enough.
"Shut up."
The two voices of Bat Baby and Ventriloquist were silent under the Riddler's glare. They kept looking at Chen Tao with their eyes, hoping that their master would stand up for them.
"Then, Arnold Wesker had never been a gangster before entering Blackgate Prison.
But he learned all the survival skills of gangsters without any teacher, and single-handedly became the biggest gang boss in Burnley in just three months.
What do you think is a good man who can tear off his own piece of meat that has already been divided? Do you know how many corpses of gangsters have been stepped on under Arnold Wesker's pink rabbit-head slippers? He is
A cold-blooded and cruel madman."
"No, I'm Batman's dog. Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
The ventriloquist seemed a little worried. He started barking like a dog in the room as if no one was watching, eager to prove his loyalty to his master: "I have listened to Batman now. I know that only those who listen to Batman can... I'm sorry,
Sorry!"
"So you understand, Batman?"
"Nothing can go back. What do you mean by that shitty saying?"