What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 94 Endgame? (seeking first order)
With a bang, the clown fell to the ground.

His pale half face was deformed and distorted under the action of the venom, like an inflated cream cake—but now, this cream cake has been cut open, revealing dark red and bright yellow grease.

"Poison Ivy! It's the last moment, hurry up and locate!"

"Wait, soon..." Poison Ivy's voice came: "I'm done!"

Lucius stared at the many bright spots that kept flashing on the screen.

"Ok ok ok ok..."

He encouraged himself in a low voice, then opened his eyes, punched the launch button fiercely, and said to the communication:

"Batman, have you finished taking care of the Joker? If someone slips through the net, you may be needed..."

"I'm ready."

Chen Tao told him: "In various senses."

He turned his head and saw the clown lying on the ground in a large font, his face full of the aftertaste of being beaten up:
"I lost."

said the clown.

"But you refused to kill me, woo woo woo."

He sobbed, sobbing, "Why can't it be me?"

"you disgust me."

Chen Tao said.

"Don't act like a total failure, clown. You think I don't know what you're up to?"

The clown lying on the ground turned his face away.

"You don't care about Bane, you don't care about the fight between me and him. All this is just a game to you, you can play the game anytime, you don't care about winning or losing."

Chen Tao said:

"The only thing you care about is the game itself.

What you cannot accept is the risk that [the game] will never be played again. "

"For the first time in so many years, you have a clear purpose, clown, that's why I can predict you this time."

The clown curled up on the ground.

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Meanwhile, we switch back to the Batcave.

"If you want me to meddle in your business, clown."

"That's no way," said the Riddler.

He was wearing a dark yellow prison uniform full of question marks.It's strange that even though he's imprisoned by Batman, he still gets this very personal costume as a privilege.

"I'm not going to get involved in your game with the bat. If I want to play, I'll go to him myself, and let's be honest—I don't play games now."

The Riddler said: "I want to wash my hands in a golden basin."

"Pfft! Don't lie, old Eddie, please, I'm here for business today, don't make me laugh anymore."

A mocking smile appeared on the clown's face.He said he was smiling, and he was actually smiling, but he didn't look like he was smiling at all.

Just full of viciousness.

The Riddler stared intently in his face.

He said slowly, "What do you want to do?"

A poison gas bomb with a smiling face appeared on the clown's hand:

"No, I'll make things more interesting."

"You lunatic."

The Riddler quickly retreated to the side of the cell, his expression was ugly: "You damn—"

"This formula may be older and its effect has weakened, but if you wait a few minutes longer, it will still be very powerful."

While the clown was talking, he threw the gas bomb directly into the Riddler's room through the vent above the transparent cell.

"Stop it, clown, you crazy-cough cough!"

Green poisonous gas quickly exploded in the room.

"Hahahahaha! That's right, you come out in person, that's the point."

The clown pressed his face tightly against the transparent glass wall: "After all, if you're not in good shape, I don't want to take you to the party, right?"

The green mist rose in the room, reflecting the clown's face in a hazy way:
"You've always had potential, and that's what I love most about you. Nobody's ever pushed a bat as hard as you—"

"And no one has ever had the wisdom to rival the great Bat-King except you!"

Amidst the Riddler's violent coughing, the Clown said loudly:
"If you don't give him hints, he'll never find you! Won't you? You always focus on the most important game, just like me!"

"Oh, Eddie! Eddie. Your mind is your most dangerous weapon, and you're better than all of us at it. You're the master riddle of this wicked city, smarter than Batman , more excellent, but also more dangerous.”

"so--"

"Why are you wasting your life here, Eddie? I really can't bear to see you like this. I'd rather you die."

"And now it's almost time for you!" said the Joker.

Zip!

The transparent glass door was opened, and the Riddler stood in the center of the separated clown gas.

"There are 46 ways to get out of this cell, clown."

The Riddler said: "And only four can be completed within the time limit you set."

"The easiest thing is to hit the weak part of the glass with the least effort. But I chose method three."

The clown pulled his smiling face: "Hahaha, I knew it, I knew you have never changed! You will always be one step ahead."

"4 hours ago, I dug a hole in the wall."

The Riddler said, he looked at the door of the cell: "I reconnected the circuit of the door through this hole."

The clown's complexion changed slightly.

"And the tool I used to dig the wall was an iron spoon."

This is not reasonable.

Batman wouldn't be so stupid as to give the Riddler an iron spoon.

The clown didn't want to hear what he had to say at all, so he decisively turned his head and ran away.

He stretched out his slender legs, leaped nimbly, climbed over the fence, and jumped up the upward ladder in three or two steps.That was the portal out of the Batcave, and the entrance he came in.

The Riddler bowed his head.

"Why are all the Arkham lunatics mobilized to deal with Bane and I'm the only one left in the Batcave?"

"Why isn't Robin here, and neither is his butler?"

The Riddler's voice came from behind:

"So you get it, clown?"

"For years, I've denied that Batman was smarter than me, and I don't even admit it now. But I'll say..."

"In some places, Batman's wisdom really surpassed mine, such as understanding you. He said that you must come to confirm whether the previous clown was killed.

He said that you will definitely come to confirm with your own eyes...

He told me a lot about you...or you guys. "

drop!squeak...

The noisy machinery sounded, as if some huge machine was running.

The clown's fingertips reached for the doorknob.

drop!Click!

Then the next second, the world turned upside down in front of the clown.

The stairs rolled upside down, throwing the clown back to the ground like a spoon with a mechanical sound. The ground opened and sank, swallowing the clown like an insect sealed in amber.

With the sound of a machine spring, the floor closed again, as if nothing had happened just now.

"You're always thinking about games, clown."

The Riddler stood there quietly: "But there are no more games. Whether it's me, Batman, Bane, all of us."

"You've been abandoned. You were the only one who wanted to play the game from beginning to end."

"You think it's impossible for me, as another player in the game, to cooperate with the bottom boss."

"But it's a fallacy."

The Riddler lowered his eyebrows.

The Batcomputer emits a synthesized voice:
"The air freshening system has been activated...removing the residual clown gas..."

"completed."

It cheerfully said:

"Have a nice afternoon without clowns!"

"The upright man who was meek."

The Riddler groaned under his breath.

"Follow the dangerous path, down the valley of death."

"...a shambling snake, humble, moving slowly..."

"...and the upright wrath in the wilderness...

"Where lions roam!"

(The verses sung by the Riddler are excerpted from William Blake's "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell")
(End of this chapter)