What bad intentions could Batman have?.

Dark, gloomy.

This is the Batcave. Countless people have imagined what it would be like, but only a few have actually gotten a glimpse of it - ever.

At this time, this place has been visited by countless villains, and its mysterious veil has completely faded away.

In the cell, the clown's mouth and nose were covered in blood, and he was tied up on a bed.

Ten seconds after being brought into the room by Bain, he launched a surprise attack, trying to hurt Bain and break out of the cage, but he obviously underestimated Bain's strength.

The opponent broke the bridge of his nose with just one punch, and that was when he restrained his strength. Otherwise, with Bain's punch power exceeding tens of tons, this one blow would be enough to crush his forehead. A normal person would probably faint from the pain immediately after receiving such an attack, but the clown looked normal.

His head was fixed and unable to move, so he rolled his eyelids up and watched Bain's actions as much as possible.

He was unhappy.

The clown should have known that he would never be the only one to visit the Batcave for so many years, just as he knew very well that the tree-lined path that many people yearned for was actually covered with hoarfrost every morning and night.

But knowing one thing and seeing it with your own eyes is another.

So he was unhappy, very, very unhappy.

However, the Joker did not choose to show this emotion.

"Oh, look. Who is that?"

Bain ignored him, and the clown said to himself:

"Isn't this our dear beefcake, our Ronnie Coleman? Look at you. Staggering around in your exaggerated armor, pretending to be some super powerful criminal."

(Note: Ronnie Coleman, a famous bodybuilder and eight-time Olympia champion, broke his spine in his later years and had to have 10 screws inserted, but it still failed to stop him from sitting in a wheelchair. The clown here is mocking Bane knelt down to Batman, with the intention of pointing out that the other man failed to break Batman's spine and that he had broken it first.)

"Don't tell me your brain was enhanced with venom, or did you just gain a few grams?"

"Tell me, Bane, do you think Batman really sees you as an equal partner? Or are you just his useful little toy?

"I guess you secretly pray every day that Batman will trip over a banana peel so that you can take his place! Poor Bane, your loyalty will only bring you the whipping and ridicule of Batman, And I, the Joker, only need one chance to send that bat head rolling to hell!”

Bane was unmoved.He knew that the clown never thought that these clumsy alienations and taunts could shake his mind from the beginning to the end, and these were just means to distract him.He blinked his eyes, always paying attention to whether the other party had the possibility of escaping the restraint clothes.

The clown continued to shout crazily:

"People say you're a 'powerful stupid monster', and it seems they're half right. Is your IQ as strong as your muscles? Or are you just thinking about your next chance to smash a wall?"

Bain's face was expressionless as he arranged the things in his hands. The Joker seemed to have given up trying to persuade him. He deflected his gaze as much as possible and saw many needles and threads inside Bane's bag.

"Want to thread a needle? Synthetic muscle oil? Are you good at needlework?"

"Batman sent you to do something like this? Whoa, what are you going to do? Hey, can't we just chat more like classmates?"

Bain put on surgical gloves and then a mask. The clown guessed what he was going to do, and a twisted smile appeared on his face.

"I'm like a bird full of anticipation, my belly button is opening and closing in anticipation."

Bain didn't say anything. He came over and grabbed the clown's hair. Then, the strong man with his face covered lifted the scalpel and cut the skin of the dragon fruit with sharp hands and feet. Then with a little force, he completely peeled off the skin of the dragon fruit. .

"Oh, this hurts so much, Veal."

The clown's eyes twitched wildly. Since the angle of rotation of his neck was blocked, he could only let the blood trickle down like melted ice cream, making his whole face stained with sweat like it was a hot day.

Bane didn't use anesthesia. The pain, which was enough to make a person faint, seemed to be completely insensitive to the clown.

No, he had feelings.

Bain observed the expression on the other person's face. The twitching physiological reaction was not deceiving, but he did not want to show pain in front of him. Pain in Bane's presence does not please the Joker, and most importantly -

There is no fear at all.

Bain carefully assessed the Joker's mental state in his mind again. He realized that even if the other person felt pain, the pain would not induce any negative emotions at all, but would instead stimulate positive emotions, but he didn't want to show it now. That’s all.

To put it simply, the Joker was in pain, but he was happy, but because the person in front of him was not Batman, he didn't want to show it to Bane.

How twisted and perverted.

Bain shook his head and shouted to the side: "Give me the saw!"

Arnold, the diligent maid, quickly brought the chainsaw.

The ventriloquist held up the circular chainsaw on a cake tray. His movements were as graceful as holding an after-dinner snack.

The Batman toy in his hand screams: "Beautiful, so beautiful! This beautiful chainsaw!"

Bain couldn't stand this sick old maid anymore.

He took the circular chainsaw, and then knocked the ventriloquist on the forehead. After letting the other person cover his head and walk away with a question mark on his face, he carefully cut open the skull under the clown's scalp. It's as gentle as cooking a dish of hot oil monkey brains.

He said: "This is my first time to do brain surgery. Although I have been studying on my own for a while, I originally wanted to learn it longer before actually doing it."

"Oh," the clown said, "I'm really scared... uh uh uh uh uh!"

The next second, Bain fixed countless small metal wires connected to the computer on his brain, one for each area. He used glue to stick these metal wires on roughly. His movements were simple and rough, and any A medical student would be stunned to see such a scene of random operation.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

The clown screamed like a siren, and the ventriloquist in a maid costume carefully controlled the huge computer next to him. He said, "It's almost done."

Bain nodded, and then Black, a bald man with ulcers on his face, walked in from outside.

He regained his composure in an instant, and Bain couldn't figure out whether his howl just now was in real pain or just pretending.

"Wow, what's this Chick Babos for?"

(Note: Chick, a member of the famous American comedy duo, has a bald head like Black, who has lost his hair.)

Bain maneuvered Black to the side of the huge computer.

Then he walked to the clown's hospital bed, and as expected, he found that the clown's restraints were slightly cut. It seemed that he was trying to cut the corset just now under the pretense of howling in pain.