Hercules Walk

Chapter 127 Dark Tide
"Okay Bruce, I'm not joking with you."

Glancing at the almost scrapped Batmobile aside, Wang Dali dropped the bat dart in his hand.For souvenirs, two should suffice.

"joke?"

Batman, who had been silent since he entered the scene, finally spoke this time.Just as in Wang Dali's impression, it was a male voice that was calm and resolute like a rock.

"I don't think it's just a joke."

There are very few enemies in Gotham who can destroy his Batmobile.And there is no one like Wang Dali who can blow up with one punch.

Batman raised [-] points of attention, and he must not let the opponent hit him in the battle later, otherwise the victory will be scored.

"Maybe, you can understand this as an explosion after suppressing it for too long?"

Pretending not to see the other party's warning to him, Wang Dali leaned on the front of the Batmobile that he had punched into a concave shape, looked at the big hole on it and smiled wryly.

"In life, everyone wears their own mask. But after wearing the mask for a long time, there are always times when you want to take it off. There is a saying that every mature man actually has a child in his heart."

Facing Wang Dali's eyes full of sincerity, Batman was silent for a long time, then said in a concentrated voice.

"Do you still know double-faced people?"

Wang Dali: ...

To be honest, just based on the brief confrontation just now, it was hard for Batman, who was aware of the threat from the other party, not to think about the 'deep meaning' in Wang Dali's words.

"Is it because I have been in contact with Deadpool too much, and I have become a little... so what happened?"

Wang Dali groped his chin to think, and unscrupulously dumped the blame on the little cheapie who hadn't seen him in another world for more than a month.

(Deadpool: Ah Choo! I suddenly feel as if someone summoned me from another world?)

Beep beep beep beep beep beep—

Just as Wang Dali and Batman were smiling wryly and confronting each other, a continuous sound of sirens came from afar.At this time, neither Wang Dali nor Batman wanted to be exposed to the police in this state.

"So, see you next time, Bruce."

Nodding to Batman, Wang Dali walked into a dark alley in a few steps.Batman, who felt that he couldn't catch up with him, frowned slightly, looked back at the Batmobile that he obviously couldn't take away, turned around and disappeared into the tall buildings beside him.

……

Oswald Chesterfield Cobbot, many people don't quite understand who he is just by looking at his name.However, if you talk about his nickname 'Penguin', no one in Gotham City will know him.

This morning, Coppert woke up from his ten-square-meter bed, and solved his physical problems on the golden toilet with a big belly.After washing up, he ate a simple but not simple breakfast served by several young and beautiful maids.

Copperpot disliked being disturbed the most when it was time for breakfast.But this time, one of his subordinates broke in while he was drinking his favorite drink.

After passing the report, Coppert waved to the people below to let the other party in.He gracefully picked up the white tablecloth beside him, and gently wiped his plump lips.

But this graceful movement combined with his strange body shape makes people laugh.However, there was no smile at all in the eyes of the servants and servants around, and there was only fear.

Because the guy who dared to laugh at such a time will never appear again.

After biting the cigar handed over by the maid at the side and letting the other party light it, Coppert took a deep breath of smoke and said to his subordinates standing in front of him.

"Lucius, what happened?"

"Boss, maybe you should take a look at this."

"Oh?"

Cobblet curiously took the newspaper handed by the maid, and his parrot also flew over and stood on Copott's shoulder, as if he wanted to read the newspaper with him.

Today's headline on the Gotham Daily is not about a company making a big deal, or a celebrity winning an award, but about a black Batmobile with a huge dent on the front, which seems to be violently damaged.

When he saw this 'different' Batmobile, Copperpot's eyes lit up obviously.

Then, he quickly browsed through the content at the bottom of the newspaper, and said to his subordinates.

"Lucius."

"Yes, boss."

"Go, find out who made this Batmobile like this. Better find out what happened last night."

"Yes, boss."

Nodding deeply to the enthusiastic Penguin, Lucius quickly disappeared in front of him.

……

"Batman is mine!!"

In an abandoned factory where the surrounding environment is like a small workshop, but there are several high-precision instruments in it, a man who can grow back even if his spine is broken, Baine roared and tore the newspaper in his hand. smash.

"Can't wait any longer!"

After a series of operations, Bane inserted the new medicine into the catheter behind him.The magnificent purple potion was injected into Bain's body with the operation of the equipment. In the excited eyes of the surrounding subordinates, his height of two meters increased by several points.

Feeling the soaring strength in his body and the continuous muscle tearing pain that followed, Bane clenched his fists tightly.Although the potion hadn't been fully developed, the pain made his eyes more violent and aggressive.

"Batman, it's mine!"

……

"Why so serious?"

It has been a long time since the people of Gotham City heard this famous quote.

In Arkham Mental Hospital, the clown who had a prefrontal lobotomy after being caught by Batman was washed off the exaggerated makeup on his face, and the most he did every day was to sit in the white ward and watch TV. bask in the sun.

However, when everyone thought he was harmless to humans and animals, only Batman was still vigilant against him.He believes that human will can sometimes surpass science.

Facts have proved that his judgment was correct.

Today, holding a tequila in his arms, the clown who was staring blankly at the Batmobile that was smashed into a hole on TV, and reporters were live broadcasting and taking photos everywhere, suddenly laughed.

"Why so serious?"

He gently stroked the tequila in his hand, which he had raised for several months, with lush branches and green leaves, just like touching his lover.Then, he picked off the very showy flowers of this agave plant and crushed them bit by bit.

Afterwards, spread the bright red juice and petal fragments on his face.

"Why so serious?"

The happy clown smiles in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)