What bad intentions could Batman have?

The redness of all living beings.

Also inside a certain cave.

The ventriloquist Arnold Wesker stood timidly next to the edge of the cave wall. In front of him was a monitor that showed a huge palace, which was the meeting hall of the Totem Parliament.

Under the light in the center of the cave next to him, Killer Croc and the Rogue Gang were sitting at the table, playing cards together.

One hand of the ventriloquist was still holding a baby bat toy, and the other hand was swollen three to four times larger than an ordinary person's hand, with veins popping out on it, and there was a green ring on his middle finger.

The Red Cave of All Living Beings was transformed into a temporary residence by their group. Judging from the beds next to them and the amount of food they had consumed, they had been staying here for quite some time.

I saw Killer Crocodile wiggling his tail and then moving his butt. He took out two pieces of king and king:

"Wang Zha, I win."

"Oh no, man."

"real or fake."

"I didn't mess with him." The magician said, "I just thought it was a bit interesting. By the way, wouldn't Batman think it's weird to have a male and female servant? According to me, this sexual fetish is a bit unnatural-"

"Indeed, let the card game come to an end first. I lost too much." Captain Cold held his head. How could Killer Crocodile's gambling skills be so superb? ? ?

He didn't believe it. He had been in the market for many years, but he still couldn't defeat Killer Crocodile, a big crocodile?

"Hey, Arnold." The magician, who was just about to walk into the room opened in his cave, suddenly noticed the ventriloquist who had been sitting there blankly against the wall: "Aren't you going to come and play?"

The conflict broke out and Killer Croc was caught off guard. He immediately jumped up from his chair: "Calm down!"

"Ah ah ah ah, I don't want to play anymore."

The magician stood up and left the card table: "Let's play later. I'm going to go to the room to play games for a while. I really don't know what the members of the Totem Council that Batman asked us to monitor the Red of All Beings have. They are easy to monitor. In my opinion, they are just a group of large cats and dogs having a meeting.”

"Are you still going to play?" Killer Croc's scaly face smiled like a chrysanthemum. These gangsters from Midtown are really too honest. There are actually people in this world who always lose in gambling. Always playing?

To be honest, Killer Crocodile's gambling skills can't be said to be very good. After all, during those years in Gotham, he spent most of his time as a smash-and-grab type. Even though he was working as a security guard in a casino, his mind was still very confused at that time, and he was completely incompatible with something like gambling that required fine mental exertion.

As Killer Croc stood up and triumphantly took all the bargaining chips of the Rogue Gang into his arms, the members of the Rogue Gang couldn't help but feel sad.

Killer Croc turned his head and said to the ventriloquist: "Arnold, you..."

But the only problem is that this is the Red of All Beings, the domain of Killer Croc. Here he can develop the perception of life. Although it is impossible to connect the red of all living beings and control the entire red world like the King of Life Maxin, it is still possible to cover this small area around it.

The other members of the Rogue Gang all stood up. They would not let their own people be bullied. Killer Crocodile hurriedly stopped in front of them: "Everyone, I'm begging you, don't make things beyond control."

So Captain Cold and Heatwave's little moves are all under the nose of Killer Croc. Waylon wanted to laugh when he saw them showing off their gambling skills. No matter how awesome your gambling skills are, as long as the cards leave your hand, I can control all living beings. Little tentacles grow out of the red ground to change the cards. What's the use of having good gambling skills?

He was wearing the Ring of Disaster forged by the First Lantern, which should have nothing to do with the power of the Red Lantern.

"Never, never, be disrespectful to Batman."

"To be honest, I've always been a little curious, bro, what's going on with this maid outfit you're wearing."

"Hey, don't mess with Arnold."

Then something happened that Killer Croc didn't expect. He saw the huge hand embodied by Arnold change from green to red. Killer Croc recognized this red energy, the red light power of rage, but Arnold the Ventriloquist didn't wear a red light ring.

"And rhino." Mirror Master said: "I like rhino, they are very cute." He threw the cards on the table: "I don't want to play anymore."

"Why did you win again?"

Killer Crocodile hurriedly stopped the magician: "Arnold has different ideas from us. Don't mess with him."

In an instant, Arnold raised his palm, and a green light shot out from the ring on his hand, materializing into a palm, and slapped the magician to the ground.

no response.

Some kind of low, rough voice rang out from Arnold's little body like a bell in the cave. He stood up from where he was sitting. Even though he was wearing ridiculous clothes like a maid outfit, at that moment he stood up. It was so terrifying, like a man parasitic with a demon inadvertently showing his ferocious fangs to you.

He held up his bat-baby palm: "Otherwise I'll be angry, very, very angry."

Immediately, the red color faded from Arnold's huge embodied palm. The green energy reconstructed the hand, and then disappeared in the air.

The magician got up from the ground in shock: "Wow, you people in Gotham are really crazy." He was unscathed. Arnold's attack was serious, and he was just a little shocked.

"No matter what, he shouldn't do anything to our..." Captain Cold said in a deep voice.

Heat Wave stood behind him, his chest lit up with a red light.

But Captain Cold's words were interrupted by the magician himself: "It's okay, Captain, I went a little too far... Wow, the feeling of being patted just now is a bit scary."

"I'm sorry, Captain." Killer Crocodile hurriedly acted as peacemaker: "The mission is more important, please."

"There's a situation." The ventriloquist said, "Pay attention to monitoring."

Everyone turned their attention to the surveillance screen, and then they saw the palace where the Totem Council was meeting rumbling collapse not far away.

"What the ***?" Killer Croc swore: "Batman arranged for us to stay here just to wait for this? Did he even expect this?"

"Because I'm Batman." The ventriloquist replied in a deep voice as he controlled the bat baby in his hand. Then the baby bat persona issued an order to everyone: "Get ready, everyone."

"Remember, the target we want to help is the big cat totem, and its name is Socks."

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Chen Taobang's punch hit the current King of Atlantis on the head, immediately giving Lord Orm a concussion.

Arthur was almost shocked by this overly decisive attack: "What are you doing, Batman? Didn't you agree to resolve it peacefully?"

Chen Tao took advantage of Lord Orm's dizziness and climbed directly onto his back from behind, then gave him a naked choke, then hooked the opponent's feet, rode on the opponent's back, and pushed him to the ground.