What bad intentions could Batman have?.

"I'm scared."

Chen Tao told Brainiac:

"I'm really scared."

He babbled something that Brainiac didn't understand.

"You know, you often see stories like this in novels, those third-rate toilet paper novels. The righteous hero defeated the evil devil, returned in triumph with his lover and friends, and the prince and princess lived happily ever after. Living together… or something.”

"But stories are always stories." Chen Tao concluded: "Stories always show us the most beautiful side of the world, without mentioning the terrible dangers in it."

He looked at his palms with some confusion: "Can I really do it? I know that I am not the real Batman after all."

Even though he knew those memories of Batman, the day-to-day training scenes of Bat Dragon were clearly reflected in his mind, and Batmobile's understanding of computer hacking technology was imprinted in his mind, even if those were only synchronized and not yet Loaded Batman, such as Banebat, Clawbat, Brokenbat, and even the Joker.

He can easily read their memories.

But even though he knew so much, even though he told himself countless times that he was "a bat", there was still a fear that lingered in Chen Tao's heart.

He has always been a counterfeit, and all his seemingly exhaustive strategies are nothing more than his understanding of comics as a time traveler.What if one day things develop out of the realm of comics?What if one day he has run out of resources and can no longer find a solution to the problem from the comics?

Batman will always win, Batman pulls his cool dick to the sky, but that’s Batman! What does it have to do with Chen Tao, who pretends to be Batman?

Batman will never fail, but Chen Tao, who calls himself Batman... that's not necessarily the case.

He looked at Brainiac: "I have imagined the scene after being defeated by you countless times. So I always force myself to calculate everything, force myself to guess everything. Doomsday, Superman, Wonder Woman. "

He said: "I am always afraid that I will fail, so I always want to hold everything in the palm of my hand, but I know that this is simply impossible."

Brainiac's eyes reflected Chen Tao.

He heard the other party say: "So the more I know, the more anxious I feel, and the less I can do it, the more afraid I feel."

No.

Brainiac thought. Batman talks about "fear". He claims that he cannot account for everything. He claims that he is afraid.

But in fact - this is a lie!

His face gradually overlapped with that of the ventriloquist in the Batcave. Brainiac heard the ventriloquist and Chen Tao say in unison:

"I was scared to death."

Brainiac's expression gradually changed.

He stared at the short and fat little old man in front of him from the perspective of the Batcave.

He's bald, he's old, he's wearing glasses and a kinky maid outfit, and he's holding a silly baby Batman toy.

He was supposed to be nothing more than the operator of zombie Black and the Joker, not the last line of defense.

Brainiac saw him holding up the baby bat doll like it was nothing, closing his mouth tightly and ventriloquising:

"Okay! Okay! That's enough! That's enough!"

Brainiac was sure that the voice was coming from him, not the doll.

"I have kept silent so that you can concentrate on your work, Arnold. But now, now this is too much!"

The voice was low for a while, as gloomy as Batman suffering from throat cancer. After a while, the milky voice started to sound again, like Tim singing happily in the Batcave.

During his time with Batman, Arnold made many new friends.

"Yes...I'm sorry, Batman, I'm so scared. He's Brainiac, he's so powerful! You have to protect me, Batman!"

"Hey, it's not your fault, Arnold. What can you do with this useless cookie?"

Brainiac's green big-headed doll clone's eyes glowed white: "You are scared, you are very scared!!!"

His huge green head had veins popping out, and his small body began to wilt at a speed visible to the naked eye. His few muscles began to shrink, as if the last drop of blood had been sucked out.

But it's no use.

Such a close distance and such a strong telepathic ability are of no use at all.

"You too, and so does Bane."

He said, "Damn Batman."

Coincidentally, he had just tried to control Bain, but after invading his brain, he found that his brain had long been gone.

Literally, Bane's skull is empty, so clean it would make a mouse cry. Let alone a normal person, even if the accessories in the robot's head are taken out, it will stop functioning, but Bane will not fucking do that.

Brainiac had never imagined in his life that someone could resist his telepathy in such a way.

The power of the blackness of decay prevented him from dying, and at the same time completely filled his body.

This connection not only allows him to remove his head, but after it is removed, it does not prevent him from using his body - the blackness of decay controls every piece of rotten flesh, which means that every piece of rotten flesh can be Precise manipulation is nothing more than changing the command to control the body from nerve conduction to decaying black conduction.

Not only that, the greenness of all things gives Bain the ability to heal himself. Even if his head is taken off, he can put it back in just like Uchiha replacing his eyes. When the matter is over, lift up your skull, pick up your brain, and connect it a little before it can be used again.

"On the other hand, this green frog..." The baby bat doll in the ventriloquist's hand was still talking.

Brainiac is still trying to hack into the ventriloquist's mind.

He didn't give up.

Unlike Bain, at least the ventriloquist in front of him had a brain. He could clearly feel the pink thing lying quietly in the opponent's skull. This was a breakthrough. As long as I mobilize enough psychic abilities...

Then Brainiac heard someone say, "But you knew that."

He diverted some of his attention back to his spaceship, focusing on Chen Tao in front of him. He heard the other party say:

"Batman shouldn't be afraid."

"You're scared! You're scared!"

In the Batcave, the big-headed Brainiac kept repeating, the white light in his eyes almost spurting out like a searchlight, facing the ventriloquist directly.

Thick blood vessels protruded from his head one after another, and then burst open due to the green blood.

This is a sign that the body can no longer withstand the infusion of a large amount of spiritual energy. This body has begun to collapse due to excessive power.

But the price paid for the physical collapse was worth it. The powerful psychic power, centered on the big-headed doll, began to pour into the ventriloquist. No one could resist Brainiac's mental control at such a close distance and throw off the dose. Talking about toxicity is just a joke. Under the impact of such a huge spiritual energy, all the impossible will become possible. Even if the opponent has a little ordinary resistance, in the face of such a torrent, the ice will melt and the snow will melt!