Chapter 22: Monster in the Sewer
Tick-tock!
The sewers of Gotham City are dark and spooky, hiding all kinds of unknown monsters.
Killer Croc himself was once one of them.
But he is no longer like that. He is now a man with 200 million yuan, although all this money is black money, neither taxed nor legal income, so he can't spend a penny openly.
But he has money, and with money... there is hope.
Killer Croc opened his eyes.
His nictitating membrane flipped at that moment, and under the dim light of the lantern, a circle of ripples appeared on the water.
"The big guy is coming again." He said to the ventriloquist beside him: "I mean the [big] guy, I never thought that one day I would call someone that. I thought I was the most famous big fool in Gotham."
Having said that, Waylon actually felt that he was much smarter.
He has accepted that his brain is not very good, but he has not always been like this.
In his teenage years, his IQ was no different from that of ordinary people.
But since he grew up and became a complete reptile, he found that the farther he was from people, the more beastly he was, and the more beastly he looked.
And these days, he has been with other humans, and his beastly nature has immediately subsided, making his mind much clearer.
"Focus on your work, Waylon." The ventriloquist sat in the corridor next to the sewer. This old-fashioned underground drainage system in Gotham always has corridors for workers to walk around.
The bat baby in his hand replied: "Don't worry, you may not be the most famous big fool, but you are definitely the richest big fool now."
He said: "You have seen the two vans full of money in the vault of the Swiss Bank, right? If you want your employer to help you wash all the money so that you can spend it, you'd better run faster. Anyway, this is not your first time to do it today."
"I know it even if you don't say it."
The human-shaped crocodile swung his tail, he stood up from the underground river, and then lifted a cart from the ventriloquist.
A golden and crispy roasted whole cow was placed inside. It should have appeared in Gotham's top seven-star restaurant, being ruined by a group of idiots who are seemingly elegant but full of fat intestines, instead of appearing in this dirty place. Killer Croc sighed. Roasted whole pig, roasted whole cow, the fragrant smell in the sewer, all of this is so familiar, all of this is a repeat of the old trick, but the executor has become himself, which is inexplicably ironic. Boom! Boom! Boom! Roar-woo--It's like the sound of a very heavy iron ball hitting the ground. This sound echoes in the empty underground water pipes, accompanied by the hoarse and gloomy voice, composing a weird duet. Listen carefully-the voice is saying: "Solomon Grundy-born on Monday!" ... ... ... ... ... ... The third generation Robin Tim Drake sat on the edge of the building, observing the apartment in the distance with a telescope. Batman and Harley Quinn are inside. If it was the old Batman, Tim would never have worried at all, because he knew how powerful Batman was - but it was different now.
Can Bruce Wayne really deal with a dangerous criminal like Harley Quinn?
Tim carefully used the hook to swing across the entire street, landed on the roof silently, and then climbed into the corridor window.
The sky gradually darkened, and the voice-controlled corridor was pitch black.
A glimmer of light shone through the half-open door, like the open mouth of a giant beast.
Tim quietly hid in the shadow behind the door, and then heard Harley Quinn say:
"fuck, Bat, you *****"
"******!"
!!!
With a loud bang, Tim kicked the door open!
"Batman, what are you doing--"
Then he saw Batman holding a skeleton in one hand, playing with a skull in his hand, as if he was trying to stuff these scattered bone frame parts back into the mouth of a huge carnivorous plant.
"Woo woo woo woo vomit! Are you asking me to eat my vomit back into my stomach???"
Frank, the carnivorous plant, struggled loudly, but he couldn't resist Batman at all. Chen Tao took out a lighter and showed it in front of him, and he immediately became obedient.
"Aha!"
Seeing Robin coming in, Harley immediately jumped down from the edge of the window sill and put on a patrol officer's posture with her nose in the air: "Private Robin, stand at attention!"
Tim turned his head to look at Batman with a "what the hell" expression.
Chen Tao explained:
"These people were not killed by Harley."
Harley cooperated very well and went crazy at the same time.
"Woo woo woo, Mr. Skeleton, woo woo woo, Mr. Skeleton! You died so miserably!"
"You turned from a living person into a corpse. This is definitely not your fault. Rest in peace, An..."
"Uh... This is just Harley's version of the Great Compassion Mantra or Requiem." Chen Tao added.
"Hehehe"
A few minutes later, Harley Quinn stood in front of the Batmobile parked at the entrance of the alley.
She leaned her butt against the front of the car, and then slid into the passenger seat of the Batmobile like she had no bones.
"So what's next, Dynamic Duo?"
The third generation Robin stood beside him with a snort. The passenger seat of the Batmobile should have been his seat!
"No one knows Poison Ivy as well as I do. I'll help you find her now, but you have to let me reason with her before you rush in."
"Then, after this is over, you have to help me put in a good word for those guys on the parole board, telling them how honest and kind I am as a good citizen, and so on and so forth."
This seemingly reasonable request is a piece of cake for Batman.
As long as he agrees to Harley Quinn's conditions, it seems that he can get the other party's help immediately, find Poison Ivy, defeat Plant Master, and solve all problems.
But Batman won't do that.
This is Harley's test, to test whether he is the real Batman.
Once Chen Tao nodded, it became him, Batman, asking Harley for help, and the initiative immediately fell into Harley's hands. Even though she has not been a psychologist for many years, Harley Quinn still instinctively uses some techniques to influence the master-slave relationship between them through language.
So, Chen Tao said:
"No."
"What's the situation? I mean...? You don't want to...? You don't need to..."
Harley Quinn was still trying hard, and Chen Tao just watched her pretending to be incredible.
These conditions are not important, what's important is Ivy.
Chen Tao has always been able to grasp the key points. He now needs to do his best to break Harley Quinn's delusion of taking the initiative.
"I don't want to make a deal with a psychopath."
"Ahhhh it's a sociopath!" Harley scratched her head frantically
"So-ci-o-path!" (Sociopath)
"Oh my God, why does everyone get my identity wrong?!?"
She crossed her arms and jumped off the Batmobile.
"If you don't agree to my conditions, why should I help you?"