What bad intentions could Batman have?.

Omg.

Think about it, dear.

What a boring world this is.

The sun always rises in the east and sets in the west. I mean, the sun never thinks one day to say, "Hey, would it be fun if I rose from the west?"

The police are always catching criminals for corruption, bribery or other messes. Everyone plays his own role in this huge cage, and no matter how much disgust they feel in their hearts, they have never thought of escaping from this cell.

Rather than living people, they looked more like a set program, perfect lambs domesticated in an orderly world.

Hehehaha.

Life is just a very terrible nightmare, and most people are addicted to it and refuse to wake up.

This world is full of traces of polishing, and I gradually understood that this piece of clay with hints and accidents running through it is so morbid, imperfect and broken.

It does not exist now, and it never existed in the past.

Even in the future, there will not be a creator plan, a divine decree, or a bearded white superhero to gradually implant the idea of ​​harmony into the little brains of every living thing in the universe.

The whole universe is a botched project, and everyone suffers from it, just like sitting behind a desk or wearing a jacket on a bench, and everyone finds this kind of life miserable.

For a long time, even before I learned the outcome of my failure through the super-time stream, I was obsessed with the hope of destroying the entire universe and everything in it.

I had imagined unleashing my magic, some big, exciting carnage, followed by a healing effect on all the destruction wrought.

The skulls screaming blood and violence will all be mine, thanks to those who support me... Then, I will fix everything, and I will leave behind a clean and peaceful new universe.

I am the Emperor Clown.

I wanted to destroy the universe.

But I failed. It was not because of my lack of strength or change of plans, but because of one person.

batman.

My Batman, my Bruce. The fifth dimension revealed to me the only thing I couldn't destroy, the only thing that made sense, the only thing that brought me comfort in this boring, ridiculous world.

When I was about to say goodbye to this world and become an eternal star orbiting in conjunction with the Seventh Little Seal Constellation, it was Batman who pulled me back from the brink of destruction.

Over the years, Batman has saved me time and again. He has pulled me back from the brink of self-destruction and told me that I will always have a goal to pursue for the rest of my life, that our story will never end and will be entangled throughout our lives.

Our games never stop, and even though Batman would never admit it, I know deep down he enjoys them too.

I'm like the opposite of Batman... How can there be angels without demons?

Batman is not a specific person to me, but a symbol. No matter when and where, he can always touch my heart.

But generally speaking, Batman seldom actively participates in our games. He always acts very embarrassed and forced to do so. But that is also Batman's and my fun.

But in general, I am always the one who takes the initiative.

Alas, who told me that I need Batman more? In a relationship, the guy who needs others more is always the weaker one.

But this Batman is different. You know what? He's different from the Batman I knew before.

First of all, he is undoubtedly Batman, not a fake Batman like the Batman Who Laughs or the Iron Fist. But then comes the biggest difference between him and other Batmen:

He actually took the initiative to play with me!

"You're a troublemaker."

At this moment, Parallax Morhal looked at this funny little creature that appeared next to the Emperor's clown, like a ridiculous jester:

"You don't want to be stupid enough to rescue the Emperor's Clown."

"In fact, that's not my intention," said the troublemaker.

When facing Hal, the Parallax Demon who was stronger than him, the Trickster seemed particularly honest. He didn't come here to fight, but to reclaim his power. Taunting Hal would only bring him trouble, so the Trickster decided to control his foul mouth... just once in a while.

Five-dimensional creatures are not invincible. Apart from being controlled by the World Forger, the other most famous defeat of the Troublemaker was being caught and beaten black and blue by Superboy-Prime.

The creatures in the fifth dimension have the same characteristics as Dr. Manhattan. They are at every node of the super time flow at the same time. Therefore, there is no distinction between the troublemakers in the past and the troublemakers in the present. From the beginning to the end, the troublemakers who appear at any time and any place are all the same person.

"In fact, I am here to reclaim Emperor Clown's power. You must know that Emperor Clown's use of my power is an abnormal occupation. I am only here to repair a trouble that I once created."

"A trouble?" Hal asked. "Why didn't you rush over to solve this trouble as soon as he became a trouble?"

"I couldn't, because he had taken away 99% of my power at that time."

Hal looked the other man over.

"Then you seem to have all the power now."

"That's because I've taken those powers back now."

Hal looked at the Emperor Clown next to him again.

"But his strength is not reduced at all now."

"Not after I get my powers back."

"So after you take back his power, you will have two powers?"

"No, of course it's still one! What are you thinking about?"

Parallax Demon Hal was completely confused, so he decided to give up pursuing this, and then he said: "You can't take away his power like this, I also need this fifth-dimensional power to help me..."

"That's your business. Also, I smell the scent of bat mites somewhere." The troublemaker said, "Bat mites, where are you?"

No one answered.

Hal was too lazy to think about it, he just stretched out his hand to the Trickster, but then the Trickster flashed and appeared in front of the Emperor Clown.

Hal frowned slightly. He didn't understand where his attack on the opponent had gone. That attack was like a drop in the ocean to the troublemaker.

But this is impossible, even creatures from the fifth dimension cannot ignore his attacks.

The troublemaker must have diverted the attack in some way, some way of shifting his attack in time and space, then making it invisible or using it for some other purpose.

The Troublemaker didn't care what Hal was thinking. He couldn't wait to grab the Emperor Clown's shoulders: "You..."

He tried to absorb the opponent's power, but it was nothing. On the contrary, the Emperor Clown gave him a grim smile.

"The power Batman sent me... you're here."

He said, “Oh my god, what a touching gift!”