Bat Fight Simulator

"What do you mean?" Listening to the cold explanation in the headset, Ben Bat frowned. He stopped above a gargoyle and did not move forward, but listened attentively to the information he had not obtained before.

"What I mean is that this universe itself is a trap for gambling."

Those were a pair of green pupils. Bruce raised the face that was still familiar to everyone, and his eyes passed over the Red Hood and locked tightly on the young man in front of him.

Richard de Grayson.

The change on the scene happened too quickly and was too unacceptable. There was no time for anyone to think, but even so, they had to react.

The Red Hood almost subconsciously wanted to break free from Batman's shackles. His other hand had already drawn a gun and pressed it against Bruce's forehead. As long as he pulled the trigger, the abnormal Batman in front of him would bleed on the spot. He opened his mouth with a hoarse tone.

"Don't move."

The wounds on Messiah's neck and hands began to heal gradually, but Red Hood was now concentrating on guarding against the enemy's next move. However, the bat in front of him was not afraid of Red Hood's sudden shooting. He seemed to be suppressing his laughter, and then the smile gradually expanded, and the corners of his lips raised a smile that everyone present was familiar with, the Joker.

The gun against his forehead seemed to move forward. The player only realized that Red Hood's hand was trembling slightly, but he was also the fastest to make up his mind. At this time, Messiah was the first to release the attack of the bat dart. He would rather suffer a few more wounds than punch Jason in the face. The force was so great that he directly threw the man out by inertia, and even the hood was directly cracked, and large pieces of debris kept falling down.

He clearly saw the blood flowing from the opponent's neck...

Red Hood seemed to be unable to react to the attack from Dick for a while, and was directly hit several meters away. His back slammed into the container where the items were piled. The sound of toppling and collision continued to come, especially the wound on his face. Hiss, damn, that kid's strength is to kill him directly.

The original stalemate was broken when Red Hood wanted to shoot and kill Bruce. Messiah would never let Jason kill a Joker who was uncertain enough in front of him. The worst case scenario might be that Batman didn't die, and then Red Hood went crazy.

As a result, when the player knocked the Red Hood out of the battle circle, Bruce did not waste the opportunity to use the sharpest tip of the bat dart to poke the claws' eyes directly. Even though Messiah had dodged quickly enough, a long blood line was drawn on his face.

The player did not forget the Joker infected people jumping around in Gotham now, and the bat dart was probably coated with poison. The dynamic vision captured the deep green reflection reflected by the sharp blade when the action was in motion. The subsequent pursuit from Batman also made the player a little strenuous, and there were several more wounds on the body. It can only be said that it is okay now, all thanks to the Dionysus factor.

Originally, I was a little worried that the Red Hood insisted on killing Batman, but it was obvious that Jason, who was punched, also got rid of the overly intense emotions just now, quickly calmed down and understood the current situation, and chose to shoot at the enemy's limbs to hinder.

It's not that he didn't want to go up to help, but he keenly realized that it would be better for him to keep a certain distance from Bruce now, find his own position and not continue to move forward rashly, while observing the surroundings to find a way to subdue Batman.

There was not much spare time to think. Red Hood shot without mercy. If he didn't kill Batman, he would always find other ways to make him inconvenient to move.

Jason, who was not the main force, always had a way to avoid injury, and the assistance reduced most of the pressure on Messiah. Fortunately, he barely fended off the Batman who was watching him teasingly in front of him.

The second time he looked into those green eyes, Messiah felt a creepy feeling that all the hair on his body stood up. He found that it was not so much a battle now, but rather that he was being observed, like a little white mouse in a glass box.

"No wonder you can survive until now."

"It seems that you are smarter and more perceptive than I thought, and well, very lucky." Bruce smiled, his cold eyes kept looking at the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to see through the skin, cut open the flesh, dig out the soul to see clearly what was hidden underneath.

"You're so lucky, sweetheart." The tone was like mixed with frosting, without that crazy smile, Batman was as gentle as the Gotham prince who was the center of attention at the ball. He needed to avoid the attacks from the Red Hood. Although it was a bit annoying, it didn't matter if he didn't avoid it.

"But you can't be lucky forever. Soon, it's not far away, and you will still die."

It was indeed too hard to deal with Batman, but Messiah did not hesitate to refuse the idea of ​​Dick asking him to come. It was like the intuition of a small animal. He couldn't let Dick replace him to face the warnings of this man.

Messiah could not trust his system, but he would not trust his intuition.

"Then I will definitely let you be buried with me when I die." The player wiped the blood off his face and saw a few strands of green mixed in the scarlet. He knew that he was in big trouble, but he still told the other party with a serious expression.

There was no negative emotion in those golden pupils that Crazy Laugh had expected. Instead, they were very bright, shining with a light that seemed to be unextinguished. There was only seriousness in them, so serious that it made people feel boring.

"You want me to be buried with you? That's a pretty good joke indeed."

"But I know more about the Dionysus factor than you do. Even if it changes in you for some reason, there is a way to deal with it."

"You know."

The player reassessed his physical condition. His internal organs began to corrode, but they were also recovering. If the speed of self-healing could not keep up with the speed of destruction, he would be doomed. Then, Claw Dick would not have to occupy six backpack slots, because a pool would only take up one.

He knew that the green things that melted into his wounds were troublesome. The lighting in this underground safe house was dim. It was an open environment, but it gave people a suffocating depression.