American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

This is a dim underground base.

In the huge Batcave, Batman, wearing a black cloak, walked up the long and steep steps and stood in front of the huge computer screen that was shining with light.

Then, he typed the name Joker with his fingers tapping.

Soon, several pictures appeared on the computer one after another.

These scenes show the crimes committed by the Joker in Gotham City when he was doing evil.

"clown."

Bruce took off his Batman mask and spoke in a gloomy tone. He stared quietly at the figure on the computer screen, wondering what the other party was going to do and what his purpose was.

But no matter how Bruce figured it out, he had no idea what the Joker was going to do next.

Should he spread the clown bomb among the crowd, or kidnap a group of people and invite himself to play his crazy and humanity-testing game.

"Master Bruce, it's tea time."

The loyal butler Alfu dragged a tray to Bruce's side and placed the food next to the computer desk.

Then the old butler looked at Bruce's haggard face and said with a little distress: "Do you need any other service? Or should I leave?"

"No more, Alfu."

Bruce stared at the computer screen with a tired face and said, "I'm trying to figure out what the Joker wants to do, but he has no logic and I can't deduce it."

"Maybe."

Alfu walked behind Bruce, took off his cape from his back, and said to Bruce: "Sometimes you can't save everyone, please don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"I know, but I have to do it."

Bruce sighed and rubbed his brows: "Otherwise, I don't know how many people will be hurt under his clutches."

"So, the Joker is really a lunatic!"

At Sheriff Gordon's home.

Two young children, a boy and a girl, gathered around Gordon's desk and looked through some photos in his collection.

Never underestimate children's curiosity. They can always find something unexpected when you least expect it.

Looking at the photo in the album, the man who painted his cheeks white and had a strange smile on his face, young Barbara couldn't help but shudder.

This terrifying-looking thing gave her the creeps.

"Let's not watch it." The young girl said to her brother, "Watching these things at night will give you nightmares when you go to sleep."

"But." Her brother looked a little helpless. He still wanted to know more about the villains in Gotham City.

For some reason, he felt these people were really cool.

The argument between the two did not last long as it was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.

"somebody is coming."

The two looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

Their father usually only came home in the middle of the night, but it was still early in the morning.

So, who came to the door?

"Noisy, noisy, is there anyone in the room?"

A funny voice sounded outside the house.

"Here is an invitation letter for the Midnight Circus that needs to be signed for in person. Is Sheriff Gordon home?"

The two panicked children felt a lot more at ease when they heard Gordon's name.

"Maybe the person who came to visit was one of Dad's colleagues?"

The two little ones were undecided until

boom!

A crisp gunshot broke the two people's thoughts, accompanied by flying wood chips, the door bolt was pierced by the bullet, and the originally closed door was easily broken open.

"Ahhh!"

The two children let out sharp screams. They were so frightened that they stood still, staring in horror at the figure that slowly walked into the house.

"Pfft, it seems the master is not at home?"

The incandescent light showed a pale face. The clown held a revolver in his hand and raised the camera on his waist, pressing the shutter button at the two children: "Don't cry, smile."

"I have a date with the bats, so I need some company."

When Bruce came back to his senses from his thoughts, he was awakened by a rapid ringing of the phone.

"Gordon, what's wrong?"

Bruce answered the phone, and Gordon's panicked voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Batman, something bad has happened! My son just called and said that Barbara was kidnapped by the Joker!"

"what?!"

Bruce picked up the bat cape from the locker and put it on behind him, saying in a cold tone, "I'll be there right away!"

Wandering between the tall buildings, the hook kept swinging, and Bruce didn't notice at all that his speed was much faster than before.

He was filled with rage at the moment, unable to imagine that the Joker's methods were becoming more and more radical and crazy.

Bruce didn't know what to do, he felt too tired.

Moreover, a nameless rage lingered in his mind, as if urging him to kill and destroy.

"what should I do?"

When Batman opened his cape and landed in front of Gordon's house, he saw Gordon who was panicked.

"Batman!"

When Gordon saw Bruce falling from the sky, he felt like he had found his backbone.

This tough guy, who has always been known for his toughness, was now anxious like an ant on a hot pot. He opened his mouth and cursed: "That damn lunatic took Barbara away!"

"my daughter!"

"Calm down." Bruce interrupted Gordon. At this moment, he said in an extremely tough manner: "Have you found any clues?"

"A clue?" Gordon was confused for a moment, then he quickly took out a blood-stained poker from his pocket.

"This was given to my son by the Joker!"

"A poker."

Batman picked up the poker and looked at the Joker clearly visible on it, connected with the bloodstains. Batman quickly figured out what the Joker was going to say, or what information he was going to reveal to him.

"He took Barbara east."

Bruce narrowed his eyes. Based on his previous experience fighting the Joker, the other party might have kidnapped Barbara to a facility like an amusement park.

However, new problems are facing Batman.

The music scene is the playground of the East District, and it is somewhat difficult to locate Barbara among so many playgrounds.

While Batman was thinking about countermeasures, another voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "I know how to find him. I can smell the strong smell of chemicals on that guy."

The voice sounded so abruptly in Batman's mind that it even scared him.

"What is talking to me? Am I being possessed by a demon?"

Batman was filled with doubts, but while he was thinking, the symbiote Venom in his mind was also very afraid of the man named Bruce Wayne.

He had never seen a creature with such rich and complex thoughts. It was like a walking cosmic computer with a head full of terrible and dark ideas.