What bad intentions could Batman have?.

National Guard operations room.

Mayor Carlo sat in his seat in horror.

"scarecrow--"

The clown looked at the scarecrow in surprise and joy: "What a strange surprise!"

The scarecrow floated down from the window sill silently. He was tall and thin, like a big walking bamboo pole, but he was surprisingly agile.

"I'm offended, clown, when you have a master available..."

"But looking for amateurs in the kingdom of fear."

"Ah, yes, the master is you, of course." The clown answered him, he spread his palms, his face looked like a happy little boy, shining with pure viciousness.

"But I think maybe I can control Cornelius Sterk, huh?"

(Note: The super villain Ogre first appeared in Detective Comics Issue 592)

"How wrong you are, bad choice, clown."

The scarecrow's voice sounded a little sharp under the respirator:

"It pisses me off. In fact, I kind of want to give you a dose of my fears..."

"Then give it a try, Scarecrow, I will definitely find this experience very interesting - hahahahahahaha~"

The Scarecrow stared at the clown in silence. This confrontation, which was as heart-stopping as Mayor Carlo felt so, lasted about 10 seconds.

Mayor Carlo collapsed in his seat, unable to speak a word.

Scarecrow said:

"I want to replace Scott - but this time it has to be an equal partnership...no one controls the other."

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

"Ogre" Cornelius Sterk opened the door and walked in.

"Damn! Scarecrow!" he said in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"Sterk!" The clown greeted him like a girl in junior high school and said, "Where is Captain Steve that I asked you to kidnap?"

"Here." The ogre took out a large piece of red stuff from his back, and a bunch of other red, messy stuff, and chewed it in front of the clown without caring.

While eating his own snacks and desserts, he said vaguely:

"Captain that, adrenaline is great... Well, it's a delicious bubbling stress hormone that fully meets all the natural ingredients needed for an organic fear stew..."

"No, you idiot!" The clown grabbed his scalp in despair: "You illiterate, you should kidnap him, not kill him!"

He lowered his head and slapped his ears left and right: "Fuck you bastard, you shouldn't use Scott, it's too unstable. After all, you are a madman! Hahahahaha! Well, me too! A madman should be With a madman – who would I choose to be a collaborator?”

The clown asked again:

"No one else saw you kill Steve, right?"

"Ah wu ah wu wu... Of course not!" The ogre swallowed a mouthful of food and said vaguely: "When I went in, I hypnotized the soldiers at the door. Now no one knows that Smith is dead, even if he is dead. , our plans will not be affected."

"Okay, okay." The clown held his forehead helplessly, "Let's do it, you've done everything."

He scratched his head with a frantic look, and then said: "I'm so thirsty! Sterk, pass me the glass of water on the table behind you."

So the clown took the water from the ogre, took a big sip, and made a hissing sound.

The scarecrow, who had been ignored for a while, finally couldn't help but speak:

"So, clown, my relationship with you..."

With a clicking sound, the clown smashed the glass in his hand on the table with his backhand. Half a second later, he inserted all the pieces into the ogre's throat.

"Ho! Ho...you...you..."

The ogre didn't react at all. He struggled to take out the sharp blade from his arms, but as soon as he stood up, he fell to the ground in vain.

The clown stepped forward quickly, took out his dagger from his arms, and then sat on the ogre's twitching body, waving it again and again: "Fuck——you, you are useless Thing, waste! Waste!"

The blood soaked the food just chewed by the ogre, making them look as tender and delicious as medium-rare steak.

It wasn't until all the red juice in the ogre's body was squeezed out that the clown dropped the dagger and gracefully wiped the red spots on his face with his sleeve.

"So," he said with a sickening knight's chest-cup, "Scarecrow, my dearest friend, it's time to show off your true skills."

The scarecrow was silent for a moment, and then he stepped over his long legs like a thin bamboo pole, stepped over the dead body of the ogre, and walked up to the mayor. A large cloud of mist spewed out from Mayor Luo's cheek.

"No! No way! This can't be true!"

Mayor Carlo's eyes widened, and his eyeballs became red threads one by one under the stimulation of the chemical substance.

"One...it must be a nightmare...no, it's not true!"

"Ah, but we are indeed very real, Mr. Mayor, super real."

The clown laughed sharply: "If the guards at your door can still speak for you, they can testify for us!"

"No, no, poisonous!"

"What's poisonous, Mr. Mayor? What did you see? What's your biggest fear?"

"Spider? Viper?"

"Stale sushi?"

"No, no!" Under the influence of the fear toxin, Mayor Carlo was shaking all over, like a little baby who couldn't take care of himself.

"Snakes...snakes are...poisonous!"

The scarecrow approached Mayor Carlo. Mayor Carlo was horrified to see two venomous snakes emerging from his eye sockets, but the Scarecrow acted as if nothing had happened, as if he had not seen the two venomous snakes at all.

The scarecrow's whisper rang in his ears:

"Snake, Mr. Mayor. Python, venomous snake. Their rapidly spitting forked snakes pierce the throbbing soft flesh of your throat, licking it, just to quickly pierce... with that hook-like ...hollow..."

"Fangs!"

"Please...I beg you, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Well, Mayor Carlo -" the clown said: "It's time to use your influence! Dance lightly under the fiber optic lights and bring this dark city to its knees!"

He laughed wildly, like a mischievous child telling the answer to a riddle. The expressions of despair, anger, fear, and finally helplessness on other people's faces were the greatest reward for him!

"In addition to putting all 2 people on the battlefield, I also have a special gift of laughing gas to give to Bane - as a small revenge for him taking away our Batman's favor!"

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He was battered and battered, his body was damaged, and he might even have a broken rib.

My energy is almost gone. I have never felt so haggard and bad.

But I'm not dead yet.

Bain lowered his head and looked at more and more enemies creeping toward him.

"Venom input...maximum power."

"start up."