Chapter 56 Bat King
[Warning! Warning! It has been detected that you hold the anchoring prop: the Joker's crystal coffin]
[Crisis energy converted: ∞]
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Chen Tao almost couldn't believe his eyes.
[Synchronizing: The Laughing Bat! ]
[The Laughing Bat! Laughing! Laughing! Error! Error! ]
[Emergency shielding started! Emergency shielding! ]
After a series of dazzling silver-white fonts flashing, the fonts on Chen Tao's retina finally returned to stability.
[Crisis energy converted: 80]
[Crisis energy units you currently hold: 164]
[Warning, downloading targetable Batman files]
[Broken Bat]
[Danger level: C]
[In a dark multiverse, at the end of the Knightfall incident, Batman failed to defeat his protégé who had fallen into villainy, the Angel of Death Jean-Paul, and Batman's identity changed. The Angel of Death changed his name to Saint Batman and launched a bloody, dictatorial, and terrorist reign over Gotham.
Bruce Wayne was vivisected to preserve his necessary organs, and was forced to spend the next thirty years observing what the Angel of Death did to Gotham City.
After being rescued by Ms. Shiva and the Son of Bane, he was healed by a micro-bat robot made of nanotechnology and became a cyborg. However, 30 years of torture had completely broken the once righteous dark knight Batman. Embracing the darkness, the Broken Bat killed the Angel of Death and all the allies who stood in his way, and became the new ruler of Gotham. 】
[Do you want to consume 80 units of crisis energy to synchronize immediately? 】
Chen Tao touched his chin, and his fingertips rubbed the butt-like groove on Batman's chin.
The previous Joker gave him 40 crisis energies, but another 40 were consumed during synchronization.
This time, too, he was given 80 crisis energies, and the new Batman given to him just needed 80. Unlike the previous Bane: he was given 103 crisis energies, but only 59 were consumed to synchronize Bane Bat.
What on earth is going on?
Chen Tao thought for a while, but soon skipped the question. The most important thing now is the Riddler's business.
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Then… now.
"You crossed that line. Batman."
The Riddler was stunned.
On the TV, the clown meat paste fell to the ground disgustingly.
He repeatedly confirmed the truth with his own eyes.
"Oh my God, you crossed that line!"
The Riddler shouted with both sadness and joy:
"I was wrong, I was so wrong. I thought I needed to go to great lengths to force you to kill people. I wasn't even sure if I could do it - but in the end I suddenly realized that I didn't need to do anything at all!"
"You didn't want the clown to live at all. When I was still struggling with the routine, you had already smashed it to pieces on the ground like glass - you, you had planned it all along!
Oh, I love you so much, I love you so much! You aggressive, A deliberate murderer!"
He laughed loudly, then took a deep breath, strangling his laughter as if he was about to die:
"Batman, believe me, it's time to start, I'm familiar with this feeling, you will soon attract some new admirers. "
"No, I won't."
"Believe me, I've thought about it. But it's not up to you. "
The Riddler put down his pistol neatly: "I surrender. And they..."
He glanced at the ventriloquist who was sitting there silently and the killer crocodile who was tying up Amygdaloid with ropes.
"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 insiders!" "The bottom line has not existed for a long time. You already have these followers, don't you?" "Employees." Chen Tao corrected him: "I paid them." "You - paid them? Hahaha, Batman, I'm sorry, although I am the Riddler, and laughing has never been the Riddler's characteristic, but I still think this is funny, haha, hahaha!" The Riddler laughed in a pompous voice. He slapped his thigh and pointed at Killer Croc: "Do you know how many employers Waylon Jones has eaten alive? Those weak idiots, cheap, unartistic, unoriginal criminal activities--
How many times has that beast eaten alive those fools who tried to manipulate him? He is a beast, Batman, do you really think that money alone can manipulate a beast? Do you know how many times he has bitten his employers to death? Do you want me to tell you how many times he has eaten both the goods and the goods?"
Chen Tao was very sure that the "eat" mentioned by the Riddler was a pun. He looked at Killer Croc, who gave him a shy smile in return, pure and harmless, like a puppy trying to please his master. After witnessing Batman kill people, he looked more submissive than before.
"Ouch!"
Amygdala screamed and tried to resist. He was a manic with intellectual problems, one of the villains in Arkham, hired by the Riddler, and appeared here in a daze, and then--
Killer Croc bit the opponent's shoulder, took a big bite, chewed it twice, and spit it on the ground.
Amygdala fainted from the pain.
"And the ventriloquist, do you think that over the years, there have been no fools in Gotham who think he is not scary at all, just a schizophrenic with a doll?"
"This is too blasphemous--"
"Oh, God, this is not polite, Nygma first--"
The words that the ventriloquist was about to say were swallowed back in his throat. He saw the Riddler's eyes flashing with a faint light, as ferocious and violent as a tiger.
He is a very strong criminal, no doubt. But confronting the Riddler head-on?
Not enough.
"Shut up."
The voices of the bat baby and the ventriloquist were hushed 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 involved in gangs before entering Blackgate Prison.
But he learned all the survival skills of gangs without a teacher, and became the biggest gangster boss in Burnley in just three months.
What kind of good gentleman do you think someone who can tear off his own piece of meat from the already divided meat is? Do you know how many gangsters' bodies Arnold Wesker has stepped on under his pink bunny 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 imitated the dog's barking in the room without paying attention to others, eager to prove his loyalty to his master: "I listen to Batman now, I know that only by listening to Batman can... Sorry, sorry!"
"So do you understand, Batman?"
"Nothing can go back, what is that clichéd saying?"
It seems that someone has been entangled in the death of the Joker.
I will post an Easter egg chapter later to hint (cross out) at this. How could such an important character like the Joker just leave the stage? And I deliberately wrote this Joker as a super pervert who is obsessed with Batman. There is no sense of oppression at all. How could I exploit the character's potential like this?