Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 123 Why So Serious (23)

The lights in the night are the eyes of the Batmobile.

Batman came fully armed to the machining factory that Alfred mentioned, and as soon as he drove the car nearby, he saw the brightly lit processing factory, which suddenly turned into darkness.

It wasn't some flustered act that one wanted to hide out of fear.

"It's a signal. The point of the signal is ... he's telling me he knows I'm coming."

With his expression unchanged, Batman walked out of the Batmobile with his head down, his wings fluttering against the night wind.

Staring at the building in the darkness, Batman walked over.

Dululu~! !
He stepped on a soft ground trap, jumped back quickly, and covered his body with a black cloak, but the imaginary trap and gunshots did not appear.

A children's toy, a simple plastic figure with messy hair bounced from the ground in front of it, making strange noises.

A batarang was thrown, and the villain's head fell to the ground. There was a red light in its eyes, and Batman hurriedly dodged backwards, crouching down to avoid it.

What it was, he had already guessed.

So, in the next second, there was a roaring explosion, but there was no strong wind and sand swept over as imagined.

Ribbon, red paper, supermarket bulletin with discounts at 06:30 on weekends.

Flying all over the sky.

He lowered his head and picked up a corner of the debris, and the name of a supermarket under the popular Wayne Group was on the list.

This further validates Batman's idea.

That person not only knew he was coming, but also, he was provoking.

Standing there silently, after a while, Batman turned and left, and sat back in the car again.

The roar of the engine sounded again, the Batmobile was no longer hiding and disguising its existence, it hummed and turned its wheels, a hidden mechanism was opened above the headlights of the car, densely packed with small bombs the size of fingers The flowers scattered and landed on the dirt in front of me.

This weapon was originally only used to block the front of the car and was only used when it was necessary to evacuate and change the driving route. When used here, the effect is not generally good.

Dululu~ Dululu~ Dululu......

Countless plastic figurines, all kinds of Barbie dolls, lion cubs, robots... all bounced off the ground in front of them, mechanically making loud noises, repeating it over and over again.

Immediately afterwards, in front of the entire line of sight, the eyes of all the toys began to emit red shimmering light and shade, and then exploded together, bursting out colorful flower paper.

"A dull joke."

Batman drove through the paper rain, unimpeded.

As he kept approaching the building, a stone-like thing also began to glow red.

boom! !

Flying sand and rocks, smoke and dust filled the sky.

And the roar of the engine roared loudly in the smoke and dust.Roaring and breaking through the barrier of the smoke, he jumped high and fell heavily.

One of the reasons why Batman has such a bold and "blind" behavior is the powerful performance of this Batmobile that has been tested by himself.

Under the premise of sacrificing interior space, comfort, and cost-effectiveness, this surprisingly heavy Batmobile has performance and sturdiness far exceeding that of ordinary military trucks.

Under the premise that the people in the car are wearing anti-sound blast masks, as long as the people don't vomit blood, the car will definitely be able to handle it.

The cost of more than ten million, this is the power of money!
Batman, who was driving the Batmobile and was planning to drive straight into the building, had to stop the car when he had reached the door and was about to speed up and break in.

Because on the high and wide metal door frame, a few thin metal ropes are faintly visible, hanging a crying man like a puppet show.

"Save...save me...please...please..."

His voice was full of sadness, but there was a big smile on his face.

Several spinning metal pieces flew out of the Batmobile, cutting the metal ropes on the man's body.The man fell to the ground like a lifeless cloth bag, without any movement, and fell to the ground slumped.

"Please...please...please help me!"

Stepping off the Batmobile again, he looked up at the dark building. Batman walked up to the man, and at a certain distance, he asked coldly, "Are you one of the prisoners who escaped tonight?"

"Save me... save me..."

The crying man's face was full of tears, which merged with fine rainwater and fell into the muddy muddy water.

His bones were broken, all the bones in his body were broken.

His face was cut open and painted with a hideous and bloody smile.

His eyelids disappeared, and he could only widen his eyes in pain, but he couldn't raise his hand to wipe the blood and tears off his face.

madman.

A familiar face appeared in Batman's mind.

That was Lynn's face.

Someone painted Lynn's face on this hapless prisoner.

With blades, with blood.

"Help me... the back of my neck... words..."

Batman took a step closer, and still asked coldly, "Is there something like a bomb on you, inside you?"

"..."

"answer me."

"...Yes! He is crazy! Kill him! Kill..."

boom.Tiny plosives.

The man in the rain had his round eyes protruding ferociously, and red blood flowed from his ears.

Batman stood in the rain, moving forward silently, the rain washed his armor, making his body cold.

Walking forward slowly, he saw the rain-soaked blood on the back of the man's collar.

Why So Serious
"Why... So Serious..."

Batman leaned towards the man's body lying on his side in the sewage, and he still had a big, exaggerated smile on his face.

The skin was torn apart, the red color had been washed away by the rain, and it became white and transparent... a smile.

Not Lynn.

"Not Lynn..."

Great.

....................................

The door was open, and a few modified bombs were conspicuously hanging from the door with thin wires, hanging from each other.

After thinking for a while, Batman didn't choose to move those bombs. He walked to another location, bypassed the door, and walked into the building that the enemy was looking forward to.

The lights were dim, but there were dense water spots on the ground.

He heard whimpering and inexplicable laughter in the distance.

Simply looking around, Batman is hidden in the darkness, walking in the corridor against the corners and messy buildings.

"No! No no!!"

His mouth was stuck with duct tape, and the shirtless man frantically scratched his chest with his hands, but after a slight hesitation, a slight roar came. The man stood a few meters away from Batman, his eyes were slack, and he was soft. fell to the ground.

On his back side ribs, a long incision was simply stitched together.

Similarly, on his back, there are a few words engraved in flesh and blood.

Why... So Serious
………………

Walking all the way to the depths of the building, and winding into various maze-like grids and narrow passages, he would meet an escaped prisoner almost every once in a while.

Most of the time, they are in extreme fear, just digging bombs everywhere on their bodies in vain.

Every time, every time, they fail.

Every time, every time, Batman fails.

He never saved anyone.

Didn't get any useful leads either.

And now, he hadn't seen those people for more than 10 minutes.

Frowning tightly, walking in the long corridor, Batman understood the meaning of Lynn's words and why he said that there are other lunatics in Gotham.

Know why he said, another madman won't show up until after he's gone.

Batman would go into a level of self-blame, some anxiety and some emotional swings because he didn't have a clue and didn't save anyone.

Lynn won't.

If Lynn were here, meeting would be like shooting each other in the head.

Since he escaped from prison, death is a very reasonable ending.

This was Lynn's idea, but not his.

Tick.

The sound of water dripping on the ground is only more sluggish.

not water.

is blood.

Walking past a broken conveyor belt, a man in a purple suit was hanging from a huge metal hook.

The same messy hair, the same blood dripping, the same cut, blood-red smiling face.

"Here he is! He is here!!!"

When the man saw Batman in black armor coming out of the dark shadows, he twisted his body frantically, let his hands be strangled to pieces, and shouted frantically.

Could it be a trap...

Reason is thinking, conscience is acting instinctively.

The bat dart flew out, and the man fell to the ground. His teeth were broken and his mouth was full of blood, but he was still wriggling crazily, crawling and shouting at Batman: "The clothes... the evidence is..."

The crazy shouts stopped abruptly, and everything returned to silence.

…………

"Why... So Serious..."

There is only a strip of paper on the inner lining of the clothes, and a rectangular pattern is embroidered at the corner of the clothes.

empty.

Picking up the clothes, Batman quickly flashed every word Lynn said and every possible clue in his mind.

歘...

Suddenly the lights came on.Row after row flashed past.

He saw a person bound to an ice block under the shadow of a lamp in the distance.

And beside the ear, from the old horn of the factory, there was a piercing sound suddenly.

"HELLO~hoo~hoo~! Oh, it works.

Hee hee hee... Hahahaha!Hello, Batman. "

Zi~~!

The old speakers started to go on strike, and the dull bang bang of vigorously slapping the microphone sounded.

"Hello? Oh! I just said it's okay! Hahaha, let's be happier~
Why So Serious?Please smile~"

Click.

On the beam in the distance, there are flashing lights on and off, and a figure can be vaguely hidden.

"Oh shit! I'm exposed!"

Batman, however, remained motionless.

The speaker came out again: "Ah... I didn't fool you... Ahahaha!
So... where do you think I am?
Guess who I invited here~
Hush!Don't make a sound!Oh no, you should speak out, tell him quickly, who are you~
Damn it!Why do not you say it! "

There was a sound of punching and kicking.

Batman still stood where he was, motionless, examining the bound people in front of him.

He suspected that that guy was actually hiding here.

Then, a few smoke bombs were thrown, and the batarang hit the chandelier, and the room returned to darkness, leaving only the faint sound of raindrops.

Then, there were exclamations, screams, and the sound of heavy objects falling in the darkness...

When the emergency light on the wall was turned on again, Batman hung from the beam with a hook lock, where the flash light was on just now.Gordon was lying beside him weakly.

"You... almost killed me..."

Gordon clutched his arms, tore off the tape from his mouth, and picked up the bloody batart.

"I hit the arm."

"Damn guy...!"

Gordon roared in a low voice: "He actually pretended to be my subordinate..."

"Gordon, you didn't have any bombs in your stomach, did you?"

"I'm fine... have you caught that guy! He must be hiding among those people down there!"

"No."

Batman shook his head slowly: "I didn't see that there was...huh?"

On the ground, the fallen purple suit was picked up by a bloody hand on the wrist.

"Why... So Serious~
Hehehe...

Ah...I almost succeeded...Why didn't you kill Gordon..."

pop, pop, pop...

Clapping his palms, a pale face slowly appeared in the darkness downstairs, his eyes were fixed on the two people above his head, he smiled and used his fingers to repaint the corner of his mouth with a layer of blood red color.

Messy green hair, dark eyeshadow, a hideous red smiley face, and...

The purple suit that he was wearing originally.

(End of this chapter)