What bad intentions could Batman have?.

Tick ​​tock!

The sewers of Gotham City are dark and spooky, with all kinds of unknown monsters lurking there.

Killer Croc himself was once one of them.

But he is no longer. He is now a man with 200 million yuan. Although the money is all black money, it has neither been reported as tax nor is it legal income, so he cannot spend any of it openly.

But he has money, and if he has money... there is hope.

Killer Croc opens his eyes.

His nictitating membrane flipped at that moment, causing a circle of ripples to appear on the water under the dim light of the portable lamp.

"That big guy is coming again." He said to the ventriloquist beside him: "I mean [big] guy, I never thought that one day I would call someone that, I thought I was the brother Tan’s most famous silly guy.”

That being said, Waylon actually felt a lot smarter.

He had accepted that he was not very smart, but that had not always been the case.

In his teenage years, his IQ was normal.

But since he grew up and turned into a complete reptile beast, he found that the further away from people he was, the more his bestiality flourished, and the more serious his appearance became.

In the past few days, he had been staying with other humans, and his animalistic nature immediately subsided greatly, making his mind a lot clearer.

"Focus on your work, Waylon." The ventriloquist sat in the hallway next to the sewers. Gotham's old underground drainage system always has corridors for workers to walk around.

The baby bat in his hand replied: "Don't worry, you may not be the most famous stupid guy, but you are definitely the richest stupid guy now."

He said: "You have seen those two box cars full of money in the Swiss bank vault, right? If you want your employer to help you launder all the money until you can spend it, you'd better run fast. A little. Anyway, this is not your first time today."

"I know even if you don't tell me."

The giant humanoid crocodile swung its tail, straightened up from the underground river, and lifted a cart from the ventriloquist.

A roasted, golden and crispy roasted whole beef was placed inside. It should have appeared in Gotham's top seven-star restaurant, but was spoiled by a group of seemingly elegant but fat-headed idiots instead of appearing there. In this dirty place.

Killer Croc sighed.

Roasting a whole pig, roasting a whole cow, the fragrant smell in the sewer, all of this is so familiar, all of this is the same old trick, but the executor has become himself, which is inexplicably ironic.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Roar——woo——

It was like the sound of a very heavy iron ball hitting the ground. This sound echoed layer by layer in the empty underground water pipes. Along with the hoarse and gloomy voice, it composed a weird duet.

Listen carefully - the voice is saying:

"Solomon Grundy - born on Monday!"

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The third generation Robin, Tim Drake, sat on the edge of the building, observing the apartment in the distance with a telescope.

Batman and Harley Quinn are in it.

If it were the old Batman, Tim would never be worried at all, because he knew how powerful Batman was - but it was different now.

Can Bruce Wayne really take on a dangerous criminal like Harley Quinn?

Tim carefully used the hook to swing across the street, landed silently on the roof, and then climbed through the corridor window.

The sky was getting dark, and the voice-controlled corridor was dark.

There was a glimmer of light from the half-hidden door, like the mouth of a giant beast.

Tim quietly hid in the shadows behind the door, and then heard Harley Quinn say:

"Fuck, bat, you****"

"******!"

!!!

There was a loud bang, and Tim kicked the door open!

"Batman, what are you doing-"

Then he saw Batman holding a skeleton in one hand and playing with a skull in his hand, as if he was trying to stuff the scattered skeleton parts back into the mouth of a giant piranha.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuah! Are you asking me to put my vomit back into my stomach???"

Piranha Frank struggled loudly, but couldn't resist Batman at all. Chen Tao took out a lighter and showed it off in front of him, and he immediately became honest.

"Aha!"

Seeing Robin coming in, Harley immediately jumped down from the edge of the window sill, assuming the posture of a patrolling officer with his nostrils turned upward: "Private Robin, come out and stand at attention!"

Tim turned to look at Batman with a "what the hell" look on his face.

Chen Tao explained:

"Harley didn't kill these people."

Harley cooperated and went crazy beside her.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.r. Mr. Skeleton, Ouuuu, Mr. Skeleton! You died so miserably!"

"You turned from a living person to a corpse. This is definitely not your fault. Rest in peace, Ann..."

"Um...this is just Harley's version of the Great Sorrow or Requiem." Chen Tao added.

"Hehehehe~"

A few minutes later, Harley Quinn stood in front of the Batmobile parked at the entrance to the alley.

She leaned her ass against the front of the car and slid into the passenger seat of the Batmobile like a boneless one.

"So what's next, dynamic duo?"

The third generation Robin stood beside him angrily. The co-pilot seat of the Batmobile should have been his!

"No one knows Poison Ivy like I do. I will help you find her now, but you have to let me reason with her before you rush in."

"Then, after this matter is over, you have to say something nice for me to the parole board guys and tell them what an upright and kind-hearted good citizen I am, and so on."

What seems like a very reasonable request is a piece of cake for Batman.

As long as she agrees to Harley Quinn's conditions, it seems that she will be able to get help from the other party immediately, find Poison Ivy, defeat the Plant Master, and solve all problems. .

But Batman wouldn't do that.

This is Harley's test to see if he is the real Batman.

Once Chen Tao nodded, he became Batman begging Harley for help, and the initiative immediately passed to Harley. Even though she has not been a psychiatrist for many years, Harley Quinn is still almost instinctive Use techniques that influence their master-slave relationship through language.

Therefore, Chen Tao said:

"Do not."

"What's going on? I mean...? You don't want to...? You don't need to..."

Harley Quinn was still working hard, and Chen Tao quietly watched her pretending to be incredible.

None of these conditions matter, what matters is Ivy.

Chen Tao has always been able to grasp the key points. Now he needs to eliminate Harley Quinn's delusions of seizing the initiative as much as possible.

"I don't want to make a deal with a psychopath."

"Ah ah ah, he's a sociopath!" Harley scratched her head frantically.

"So-ci-o-path!" (Sociopath)

"Gosh, why is everyone getting my identity wrong?!?"

She crossed her arms and jumped out of the Batmobile.

"If you don't agree to my conditions, why should I help you?"