American comics: Because I am Batman

Deathstroke, also known as Deathstroke, is a legend in the mercenary world and a real man.

But when Wayne saw her in a resort or an underground prison, he had no way to connect her with Deathstroke, the famous legendary mercenary.

Now, she was only wearing a pair of underwear, sitting on a wheelchair, her skin was covered with green lines, and she looked very thin, no better than skin and bones.

"Slaine!" Zatanna walked up to the mummy-like death knell, stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her eyes: "Your old friend came to visit you... Well, an old friend you don't know but are very familiar with. !”

Deathstroke's only remaining eye rolled around in the skull-like socket, and finally settled on Wayne wearing a bat suit.

"Oh...Batman? Male Batman? Oh...very good, very good..."

At the death knell, Slaine struggled to stand up, but she failed. Her legs, which were better than toothpicks, could not support her skeleton-like body at all.

"Oh...damn it, if I still have a knife now, I will definitely show off with you!"

Slaine finally gave up, and that eye turned inside the hole again: "After all, someone offered millions of souls to buy your life!"

Wayne and Brucey looked at each other, and then immediately asked Zatanna and the Wonder Boy who came here to act as a backdrop to leave.

"You go first, I have something to ask her - don't look at me like this. Do you think she can threaten me with her current appearance?"

Zatanna and Boy Wonder looked at Slaine's pitiful look, finally nodded, and left the so-called underground prison, which was better decorated than above.

"Okay, Deathstroke, um, Slaine, do you think someone is buying my life? Or is it the currency after the world is submerged, broken souls? To buy my life?

Who is that? What kind of guy can tirelessly buy Batwoman's life after the world is destroyed and after she dies? "

Slaine pursed her lips: "If you want information, just buy it with money! I want to smoke!"

Wayne took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

"When did you smoke?"

Brucey's eyes widened.

"I don't smoke. I got it from Constantine. I thought before that I might be able to use cigarettes to blackmail her into doing something."

"When did you get along?"

Wayne just smiled at Brucey.

"Bah! Isn't this kind of smoke too low-grade?"

Although she had a look of disgust on her face, Slaine still smoked a cigarette while being served by Wayne.

"Um...cough cough cough cough cough!"

After taking a breath, there was an endless cough.

To be honest, if Slaine is like this and still smokes, she might die while smoking.

"It's too low-grade, too cheap, this cigarette!"

Slaine was disgusted and spat out the cigarette on the ground wastefully.

From this action, Wayne could also tell that Slaine didn't want to die at all.

Otherwise, she would be whipped to death.

"You smoked cigarettes, would you like some wine?"

Wayne put out the cigarette and put it back into the cigarette case, thinking that if there was still a chance, he would use it to blackmail Constantine.

"No, no! I can enjoy this after I feel better!"

Slaine shook her head and then stared at Wayne with her own eye: "I haven't seen a bat in a long time! There are actually bats in this world. That guy didn't lie to me. I thought he was just hanging me!"

"Who is that guy?"

Slaine licked her lips: "That guy is... well, although there is no professional ethics like betraying customers now, I can only tell you that he is a human being and an old man. I don't know the rest. .

No, rather, that guy deleted part of my memory! All memories about him. "

Wayne's eyes flashed, and then he clicked on his yellow belt, which contained a projector.

He projected an old man.

A strong old man.

An old man who had punched him in the stomach and broken his arm before.

"Oh! That's right! That's right! It's this dead old man! Cough cough cough!"

Slaine was so excited that she almost stood up from her wheelchair.

"Then I know who he is..."

Under Bruce's surprised and questioning gaze, Wayne had no choice but to express his judgment: "This guy is the one who gave me the ability to absorb metallic liquid.

When I jump into that water, that guy will appear in my... well, fantasy world.

Then he would break my spine, or twist my arm, and my bones would turn to metal!

That's it. "

He still hasn't told me that the old man was once a Batman, but what a person Bruce is.

She is the real Batman!

"When you take a break, you have to tell me the truth, or I will really break your arm!"

"Do you know?"

"I can't, but I bet you don't dare to lie to me!"

Wayne was silent.

"Who are you talking to? An invisible undead? Is it Brucy?"

Slaine interjected: "If you have seen this old man, it means that he is real, and the mission he gave me is also real! Brucy is not dead, she is just alive in another way! "

All of them have ridiculously high IQs and can easily determine the truth.

Wayne shook his head: "What about you? You don't listen to instructions. You agreed to the old man's mission on the surface, but in fact you were resisting him secretly, right?

Later, you were discovered by him, couldn't beat him, got beaten up by Fatty, and ended up like this.

You are imprisoned here. In addition to being too weak to look good, the other reason is to avoid that guy. "

Slaine stood up immediately, not as weak as before when the wind blew her down.

"Ah ha, you really deserve to be Batman, you can see all this!"

Although her legs were still shaking a little, Slaine was still standing on the ground.

"How did you figure it out?"

Wayne shrugged: "You have been giving us information since just now, letting us know that our enemy is not only the black water monster, but also a mastermind with great wisdom!

He knows that Batwoman is not dead, and that Brucey is still alive in another way!

And you believed him too!

Then I can make a bold assumption. If a money-loving super mercenary like you has to choose between a psychopath who destroys the world and a psychopath wearing a bat suit, you will definitely choose the latter.

After all, if you choose the former, it won’t matter how much money you have.

If you choose the latter, at least you can still hide. "

Slaine naturally took out the pack of cigarettes from Wayne's belt, then took out the one she had just smoked, and lit it: "This is not necessarily true! Didn't I say that? That old man offered millions Broken soul buys Batman’s life!”

"I'm new here, so I don't have the habitual thinking of Zatanna and the others!"

Wayne stood up and looked down at Slaine.

If this girl was in her prime, she would be as tall as Bruce.

He waved his hand to drive away the smoke that Slaine breathed at him: "The common currency in this shelter is soul crushing, but that kind of thing can only be circulated among demons! Otherwise, the few I dealt with The original black water monster, as well as the few black water monsters killed at the beginning, had long since fallen into a pile of broken souls!

I don't believe there is such a thing as a broken soul in the world outside this shelter!

You're just using it as an excuse! There must be other reasons for you to work for that old man.

To allow a mercenary of your level to do things, either you have enough money, or your life is in someone else's hands!

I don't know if there is order in the outside world, and if there is money circulating somewhere, but if you use broken souls as an excuse, then you must have never encountered a place where money is needed.

Then there is no doubt that you will only do things for him because your life is threatened!

However, it is impossible for a person like you to do things for him willingly when your own life is threatened! You must have thought about breaking away from him, or even done something similar. "

"That's right, that's why I'm reduced to what I am now!"

Slaine finished smoking, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and then grabbed Wayne's shawl: "Hey! Brucy? Are you listening? I admire this man very much! Can you give him to me? ?I think he has a great future as a mercenary!

I'll train him into a legendary mercenary, and then let him make money to support me, okay? "

Brucy glared at Slaine irritably—even though no one could see it—then she patted Wayne on the shoulder and reminded him that he was here to find Deathstroke on business.

"Slaine, Deathstroke!" Wayne grabbed Slaine's hand: "I came here to ask for a favor - I want to ask you to do something, and the reward will be generous!"

"Hmm? How generous is that?"

"After you finish this job, you can smoke the best cigarettes, drink the strongest wine, and sleep with the most beautiful women...men!"

Slaine licked her lips, not sure if she had been persuaded.

Finally, she patted Wayne's chest: "I can guess what you want me to do, but my body is really powerless right now!

If you really want my help, then find me water from the Lazarus Fountain!

As for those rewards... Haha, I don’t have to even want them! I just need one thing! "

Wayne narrowed his eyes: "You want the Lazarus Fountain?"

"No, no, no, if it wasn't really helpless, who would have wanted that broken pool! I regret drinking this broken water now! I regret it so much!"

Slaine laughed and shook her head. Then, while she took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and held it in her mouth, she stood on tiptoes, leaned close to Wayne's ear, and whispered.

"I want you to resurrect Brucy!"