American Comics: The Force Awakens

Solomon Grundy, the monster created by a nursery rhyme.

A human named Cyrus Gold was murdered and dumped on the edge of a swamp, but Gotham gave him a second life, or a curse.Grandy was born, a monster made of death, yet eternally alive.Over the centuries, Gotham has undergone countless changes, but he has always been there.

A supernatural undead zombie.

"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday!" he yelled, slamming his fists into Carl's head.

Solomon Grundy's strength has always been very erratic. When he was passing by to make soy sauce, he would be knocked down with just a throw from Batman's back, and he wouldn't even get a few appearances.But when he is strong enough, he can also fight Superman, and even beat Superman's clone Bizarro to death.

But one thing has remained unchanged, and that is his IQ.

He has no IQ, and what he doesn’t have will naturally not change.

The sewer scene is very narrow and not suitable for large-scale battles.In desperation, Karl rolled on the spot and avoided the blow.His fist hit the wall hard.

The shooting of the freezing ray caused Grandy's fists to be frozen on the sewer wall: Mr. Freeze was the first to fight back. He quickly raised the freezing gun and started shooting.

"Solomon Grandi, be baptized on Tuesday!" The ice did not last for a few seconds before it shattered under the tremendous force. Grandi stepped heavily on his feet, and the water droplets scattered in the sewer were frozen into ice particles by the rays and scattered on the ground. The ground made a crisp sound.

"Solomon Grundy, get married on Wednesday!" He turned to grab the only lady present, but Harley was far away, which made her dodge with a strange smile.

"It's a pity, dear, you have to line up." She performed a standard backflip and drew a beautiful arc in the air. The referee of the gymnastics competition would definitely give her full marks after seeing it.

The big man's attack on the lady caused him to turn his back to the other three men. This allowed the Scarecrow, who had been looking for an opportunity, to seize the opportunity: he stabbed Grandy's back with the needles on his fingers. Under the operation of the machine, five needles A large amount of pure fear venom was poured into the tube.

"Solomon Grundy, sick on Thursday." The venom made him roar loudly, seemingly unaffected, but his movements slowed down.

He tried to turn around and grab the scarecrow, but Klein succeeded in hitting him and quickly got out of the danger range.

Mr. Freeze's rays continued to hit Grandy's feet, and his legs were frozen. Carl, who turned around, quickly added two more freeze bombs to his feet.

This time, Grandy's legs were unable to break free from the constraints of the open ice.He started waving his arms wildly, trying to hit anyone or anything that came close.

"Solomon Grundy was critically ill on Friday." His voice was much softer.

"Very good, hold on, don't let him move!" Carl shouted, he closed his eyes, replaced his vision with Force perception, and began to invade Grandy's mind.

Several more freezing bombs were thrown out, freezing Grandy's arms.He tried hard to break free, which caused more cracks in the ice, but he was not successful yet.

"Solomon Grandi, died on Saturday." The words were barely audible.

"Solomon Grundy, buried on Sunday, Solomon Grundy, this life will go to the end." Carl slowly read the last two lines of the nursery rhyme. "I have him under control for now, but I can't hold on for long."

Grandy lowered his head, his eyes dull and silent.

"Grundy can't be killed, we just leave and don't worry about him." Mr. Freeze released the trigger of the cryogun, lowered his hands and said.

"Don't worry, I think he is still useful." Carl stopped him and said, "A ghost in the sewer, an immortal legend in Gotham."

"Although he attacked us, on the other hand it was an unexpected surprise."

"So what do you want to do, take him away?" Scarecrow asked. "We don't have the time to take away this monster."

"Sometimes, mentor, I really suspect that you have forgotten your job." Karl sighed and replied, "The fear venom may have occupied all your smart brains."

"Harry, come and show our psychologist the professional qualities that an expert should have." he shouted. "Hypnotize him, it doesn't have to last too long, just make him follow us."

In Gotham, the person who is best at hypnosis and mental manipulation without the help of drugs should be the Mad Hatter Dr. Tetch, and if other methods are included, there are many.

But as psychology experts, it is not difficult for these criminals in Gotham to hypnotize a mentally retarded person who lacks resistance. Maybe Grandy's body is immortal, but it does not mean that he does not want to be controlled.

For example now.

Harley stood in front of the half-big ice sculpture and whispered softly.

"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday."

After returning to the quiet sewer, there was a monotonous tapping sound - she got a short wooden stick from somewhere and slowly tapped the ice surface, playing a drowsy rhythm.

"...baptized on a stormy Tuesday..." Grandy's breathing gradually subsided as different nursery rhymes were read.

"Get married on a cloudy Wednesday, get sick on a soft Thursday." He seemed to be coming to his senses.

"Deteriorated on a sunny Friday, died on a sunny Saturday, and buried on a sweltering Sunday."

“Now, it’s Monday again and Solomon Grundy is reborn.”

As Harley finished the nursery rhyme softly, the ice that restrained Grandy shattered.

"Haha, very good, good boy." She laughed strangely, and the skilled psychiatrist just now disappeared in an instant. "It's done, although I don't know how long this will last."

"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday," the big man murmured.

"So, what are we going to do with him? He's a good thug." Mr. Freeze asked. "Obviously, he's not suitable for any situation that requires stealth."

"You don't think we can sneak in covertly, do you?" Carl asked in surprise. "In such an era of technology, sneaking into a place where we don't know the details at all, under the nose of an established organization that claims to be able to monitor Gotham for hundreds of years. ?”

"So, our goal from the beginning was to break in by force." He motioned for everyone to follow him and continue walking in one direction. The surrounding scenery was the same. After turning every corner, it seemed that the road was exactly the same again. "Originally, we would have found some scapegoats here."

"But now, our new friend will completely attract the attention of the court." He smiled. "He will wreak havoc in the Owl's sacred grounds, and at the same time, we will be able to easily achieve the basic objectives of our invasion."

"Natural immortality versus artificial immortality, natural legends invading artificial legends, it's really exciting to think about it."