Chapter 40 Exchange
"You know, dirty green slaves." Poison Ivy saw Bane looking down at the green vines tightly wrapped around him with his gray eyes. "All this is useless to me." A tooth-grinding voice came from the vines, and a drop of cold sweat flowed from Poison Ivy's forehead. She stretched out her hands, and dozens of tree roots and other plants grew out from the ground, one by one reinforcing the zombie Bane's body that was already tied up like a dumpling. But this could not stop the zombie Bane's actions. The plants turned black and withered under the corrosion of the black of decay, and then the zombie Bane exerted a little force... Click. The huge monster paced slowly: "Poison Ivy. Right? Can I call you Ivy? I heard that they call you that." Squeak! A gunshot. Several shields composed of trees rose from Ivy's side in a few seconds. The current from the surge effect gun barely penetrated the first one and was powerless. Plant Master Jason Wood lay beside them, barely protected by Poison Ivy, his eyes closed, like a real dead tree.
Poison Ivy and Killer Croc stood back to back, staring at Deadshot standing next to the zombie Bane.
His face, which was barely handsome in the past, was now completely replaced by rot and maggots.
Interlaced canine teeth grew out of his jaw, and strands of dark red rotten flesh hung on his jaw. Compared with these horrible scenes, his gray-white eyeballs had become the only visible thing on his face.
The Cheshire Cat was still wearing her mask at this point. This might be a sign that she still had a little self-awareness, Poison Ivy was not sure. But such a weak self could not shake the black of decay at all, so it was useless.
The sharp fangs that grew unevenly pierced her jaw, broke her swan-like white neck, and left a piece of black dirty blood on her small collarbone.
The ventriloquist had lost his glasses, and he was holding a Thompson submachine gun. His favorite Batman doll had been thrown to the ground.
Insect limbs were sticking out of his mouth.
They were all parasitized by the Black of Decay, just like the guy called Bane. Poison Ivy had heard of him, the man behind releasing herself and other inmates from Arkham Asylum, and now they were all slaves of the Black of Decay.
Without the protection of the Red of All Living Things and the Green of All Things, they were vulnerable to the more powerful Black of Decay in this area.
Then to the end... the one she least wanted to meet:
Harley Quinn.
"No..."
Poison Ivy dropped her hands.
Harley Quinn's red and blue twin ponytails had spread out, and black blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, which was particularly glaring on her skin bleached by chemicals.
And the dark green plant armor that Poison Ivy had carefully woven for Harley Quinn... had also been completely dyed black.
"In the end... you still couldn't protect anyone. Ivy. But you still have a chance to save some."
She saw the monster covered with disgusting muscles stretched out his hand to her: "We can make a deal."
"All we need is you. The agent of the green of all things. This woman is irrelevant to your companions. You call her Harley Quinn, right?"
"You care about her."
"And we just don't need such an ordinary mortal."
Two voices sounded from the zombie Bane at the same time, and the two hunters from the decaying black said together:
"Let's make a deal, one More.
You know very well that whether it is the parasitism of the Black of Decay or the infiltration of the Green of All Things, it is by no means an irreversible transformation. We only want you. This woman named Harley Quinn will open her eyes in a few hours and return to her home intact. "
"And you, you need to come to our side... join the Black of Decay... Believe me, don't be afraid. The purification process is very wonderful. "
Killer Croc whispered to Poison Ivy: "Damn it, Ivy, you don't really want to do that stupid thing, do you?"
The big green lizard lowered his head, opened his mouth, and tried to say something to convince Ivy. He has never resented his weak eloquence as much as today.
He hasn't used his brain for a long time, so that when he needs to use it, his mind is blank and he can't say a word.
So he finally said sullenly: "You shouldn't join the Black of Decay, this is not the right way. "
Killer Croc wanted to break his teeth after he finished speaking.
Poison Ivy smiled at him reluctantly:
"I know what you want to say, 'Even if I sacrifice myself, they won't let Harley go.'"
Or what you want to say is: "Death is the nature of the Black of Decay, how could they go against their instincts?"
So you know everything!
Killer Croc nodded his head like a woodpecker: "Yes, that's what I want to say!"
"If that's what you're worried about, then maybe we can change the way of trading."
Zombie Bane pointed at Jason Wood, the plant master who was lying on the ground without any resistance.
"You don't want to come to us, we understand, you still don't understand the Black of Decay."
"Then how about someone else?"
"The guy lying on the ground, he's called the Plant Master, right?"
"You've already betrayed him once before, so why not a second time?"
"What does that say? Either don't do it, or do it to the end."
"You're already enemies anyway, aren't you? There's no better deal than exchanging the lives of your friends and companions for the lives of your enemies."
Even though Killer Croc thought he had never been very smart, he felt that the current situation seemed to be very bad.
Ivy looked like she was about to be persuaded.
"Ivy, you must not..."
"I've decided."
Then Killer Croc heard Poison Ivy say, "This is the last resort."
"I'll trade Harley with you."
Killer Croc felt like he was going crazy.
He understood, he understood what Poison Ivy was thinking. She couldn't give up Harley, nor could she convince herself to betray Plant Master, so the damn desire for self-sacrifice surged into her heart, making her like a fool, send herself into the mouth of the beast!
He opened his mouth, and then felt his tongue tied.
"Damn it."
He said. He saw Poison Ivy disperse the green plants around her, open her arms, slowly leave him, and walk towards the Black of Decay.
"Wait... wait!"
Killer Croc called Poison Ivy, his brain spinning rapidly.
"It's not that there is no chance! We still have one last chance! Batman! Ivy! Batman is on our side this time, he is not an enemy, he..."
Killer Croc felt at a loss for words. He hesitated for a long time, and finally said:
"Batman can always solve everything - Batman always wins!"
Even though Zombie Bane could not make a face because of the necrosis of facial nerves, Killer Croc was still very sure that the other party was very angry.
His gray eyes flashed with vicious light.
"Huh? Is this your hope? Relying on others?"
"I am so disappointed."
"Even if Batman comes - what can he do? Just a coward who runs away."
He said: "Batman can't change anything..."
But the next second, he was bitten on the back by a huge dragon mouth.
Batman!