Chapter 20 The Court of Owls Appears
Dead silence.
The door opened automatically.
No, not the slightly more elegant and gentle way of unlocking the door.
Instead, someone held the door handle and pushed the wooden door open with tremendous force!
The door lock made a heartbreaking scream, and the metal lock core broke open the cheap plywood wooden door, stubbornly connecting with the twisted metal door frame.
A gust of wind blew, bringing the cold air from outside into the room.
Ba.
clatter.
Harley Quinn couldn't help but shudder. She regretted how she had been so distracted by the skeleton that she didn't even notice someone approaching outside the door.
During the countless days and nights in Arkham, she should have trained her hearing to its limit.
At this time, the evening has just reached its end. The afterglow of the setting sun shot in through the broken door, casting the room into darkness. It seems that because of this light, the existence of darkness itself has meaning.
Then...it went out.
Harley Quinn slowly picked up her handbag.
The tall figure stood at the door. The light suddenly dimmed, and the evening was about to end at this time.
Harley Quinn sighed heavily.
"You are such a hard-to-find girl."
she heard Batman say.
silence.
Harley Quinn looked at the person who walked in, and the corners of her mouth slowly began to rise, feeling the urge to laugh out loud.
"Ah!!!" She screamed hysterically: "Oh my god, why is it you again!!!"
She walked to a nearby tree - a miniature dragon's blood tree spawned by Poison Ivy, and then banged her head against the trunk of the tree.
“AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhingINGaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaularcub butts, oh, Batman can find Harley Quinn!
"I have some questions for you."
She heard Batman say in his familiar deep voice:
"For example, where can I find your good friend Poison Ivy?"
Harley Quinn stops hitting trees.
She tilted her head.
"I need your help..."
"Save it, honey. In a way, I'm starting a new life."
Harley suddenly became very normal, as if she was not the one who went crazy just now.
"Listen, Ivy is hanging out with some bad guys, he and the Plant Master are plotting to turn the entire planet green, and I need to stop them, they're a deadly combination, Harley.
There will be a lot of people injured, even... forget it, maybe it's useless for me to say this. The only other thing you need to know is that Ivy is also likely to be injured, or killed. "
she heard Batman say.
Harley had to admit that Batman knew the relationship between him and Poison Ivy very well. When he heard that Ivy might also be injured, she did have some impulses... but they were just impulses.
"No. I don't want to get involved in your nonsense anymore." Harley replied: "I have said goodbye to cloaks, tights and masks. I just want to be a quiet ordinary person."
"Really? What a shame you're not."
Harley Quinn followed Batman's gaze and saw four skeletons lying on the ground. She grabbed her two braids and nervously let out two hysterical screams again.
She turned around and grabbed Frank the piranha who was standing in a flower pot like a real plant.
"Bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard, you obviously killed me——"
"Basing your murder on a plant will not reduce your sentence, Harley Quinn."
Harley Quinn gave the plant two slaps left and right.
"I advise you..."
Harley Quinn jumps around on a piranha.
"Your emotions are venting..."
With a crash, Harley Quinn slammed towards the window. As long as she broke the window, she could escape from the room!
Harley had calculated the distance, even to Batman, unless his arm could change...
"!!!"
"Okay, I surrender."
Chen Tao retracted his arm and put Hallie on the ground. The huge dinosaur arm retracted in an instant, like a collapsed sponge, and soon returned to normal human size without even breaking its clothes.
Such a sight that directly violates the law of conservation of mass is enough to shock 90% of the scientists in the world, but for Gothamites, no matter what Batman can do, it is normal, no matter what method Batman uses Victory is inevitable, and Harley is used to it.
After all, Batman will always win, and will always win.
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This is Bane's hideout.
People always feel that a conspiracy expert like him should have set up his lair in some mysterious submarine or a military base flying in the sky.
But neither.
This is just a relatively ordinary hotel in Gotham.
At this time, Bain was sitting on the sofa in the room, filling the single sofa with his huge body of 2.15 meters.
"...This time, the city government decided to use the National Guard entirely out of morality, justice and responsibility..."
"Batman? I must say that a masked vigilante who violates the law cannot be compared with a real hero..."
"Let us welcome our true heroes, Mayor Carlo, and the Chief of the National Guard with warm applause and sincere gratitude..."
The experts and fat-headed officials on the TV were still chattering away. After introducing the situation, he quickly began to belittle Batman, and then boasted about the actions of the city hall.
The muscular monster was thinking.
Frankly speaking, if he hadn't planned to destroy the bat, he would almost sympathize with him.
Batman is fighting for the city, but those at City Hall and Gotham's upper echelons are a bunch of complete idiots.
He simply couldn't believe that someone would be stupid enough to tell others about his military movements one by one on TV.
Batman? No one paid attention to the most dangerous character.
Those guys on TV at the moment, well-dressed people, they only care about how much traffic they can get by slandering Batman and promoting themselves. They are more like vultures scrambling for carrion than those madmen in Arkham.
They ridiculed the Dent Act, belittled Jim Gordon, denied Batman's power, and suppressed everything Batman has done for this city in the past 10 years.
They say that the existence of Batman attracted those cross-dressing madmen. They describe today's chaos and madness as the mutual attraction of madmen. They claim that only the army can maintain order and only the city hall can bring about change.
But they never thought about it...
Why is Harvey Dent so utterly disillusioned with justice?
Why did Edward Nygma descend into madness?
Why was the once honest and honest Arnold arrested and imprisoned?
Gotham is rotten. Bane knows this better than many Gotham natives—he discovered it on his first day in the city.
"Batman, like his so-called super criminals, are a group of lunatics and perverts. This time we will take this opportunity to end them completely..."
Bain frowned. What the TV said became more and more disgusting.
Those people who talk eloquently on TV and express their "real insights" are oily-haired and pink-faced, exuding rancid odor from head to toe. Even Bain finds them disgusting.
So he gave up torturing his ears and turned down the volume on the TV.
Boom!
A muffled sound above his head made him frown.
Boom!
He sighed.
"That's enough, can you three do it quickly?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the next second, there was a boom and the ceiling collapsed. Three of his men, "Zombie Man", "Caveman" and "Birdman", and an enemy dressed like an owl, crashed through the wooden ceiling and rolled down.
"Stop, Bain! City Hall has mobilized tens of thousands of National Guard troops to deal with you. The Court of Owls plans to fight with you..."
Bane sighed.
"What are you? Forget it—"