What bad intentions could Batman have?.

"...For the clown, the world is a huge arcade..."

Bane sat at his desk, intently reading the pamphlet Batman had written for him.

"Life is just game currency in the arcade to the clown. The reason he still keeps it is because he hasn't found a fun machine. When he finds one, he will spend it without hesitation. .

The muscular weirdo carefully picked up his thick fingers, turned the book to the next page, and continued reading:

“He is a liar who tells lies, so when you face the clown, always remember: Don’t use conventional thinking to speculate on the clown’s behavior.

"Does the Joker have a plan? While he often claims he doesn't, there's no question that the Joker has a plan, he just doesn't have a purpose, which makes him far more difficult than the average criminal who uses a plan."

"I have to admit that the clown once compared himself to a mad dog chasing a truck, which is very appropriate. Generally speaking, plans need to have processes and goals. For people who like to make plans, such as you, Bain, you must be the one to achieve your goals. The ultimate desired outcome, the so-called plan, is nothing but a means to an end.”

Bain smiled softly, and even he didn't notice it. At that moment, the smile on his face was like a girl who saw a love letter, but in the next moment, this smile turned into a wild beast. Excited murderous intention.

Batman is almost openly provoking in the booklet: "The Joker is Tougher" and "Common Criminals Use Plans."

But even if Bain knew the other party's purpose, he would still be tempted. However, these emotions were extinguished by him in an instant. They could neither shake him nor stop him from continuing to look down.

"But for the clown, the goal is not the goal, the implementation of the plan is the goal. He enjoys the process of implementing the plan, which will make him climax."

"He has no so-called worldly desires, no concrete, realistic goals. Money? Power? He wants nothing. Just like a dog chasing a truck, he doesn't really want to do anything to the truck."

"If we must say that the Joker has a planned goal, it can only be said that he wants to falsify all rules and order and prove that chaos and evil are the essence of the world."

"So, do you understand?"

"He hates and mocks all rules and order, and rules and order include but are not limited to Bane's plans to defeat Batman.

For the Joker, sabotaging other people's plans is almost instinctive. For the clown, other people's plans and rules, and even any codes, are all bad jokes..."

Thank you for your reminder.

Bain thought silently:

I already understand what kind of guy the Joker is.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

A knock on the door interrupted Bane's thinking. His caveman came in and reported to him: "Bane, the Batman uniform has been made."

Bain nodded: "I understand."

He stood up.

The caveman's mouth moved for a while, and finally he said:

"Bane, do we really want to cooperate with the Joker and carve up the entire city together?"

Bain didn't answer him. He walked straight out of the room. It wasn't until he disappeared around the corner of the corridor that the caveman heard his voice floating in the air.

"Who knows?"

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Lincoln March wears the Talon uniform of the Court of Owls and walks down the spooky corridors.

The bright moonlight shines through the broken and dirty glass on the window sill, casting mottled shadows on the creaking wooden floor, reflecting on his silver-white streamlined armor, and reflecting on the big owl eyes on his helmet. blood red.

This is an abandoned hospital, funded and built by Martha Wayne and Thomas Wayne. There are many such abandoned hospitals in Gotham.

In the reconstruction plan called the O'Sullivan Plan, there are not only hospitals, but also schools, community colleges, and public facilities. They form a huge network. If they are all built, it will be enough to transform Gotham...

Well, these are things that will never be done again. So there's no point talking about how these things will change Gotham once they're built.

But since the couple were killed in Crime Alley decades ago, the urban renewal plan the couple invested in has also been aborted.

Lincoln March shook his head.

He is now completing the tasks assigned by the court, and he should not be distracted at this time.

But he still couldn't help but recall what Bruce Wayne said the last time he and Bruce Wayne got together:

"You know what? Mr. March—forget it, I want to just call you Lincoln, can I?"

"Did you know that owls take over other people's nests?"

"They murder the parents of ordinary birds, then raise their children, and then cut them open when the time comes to make ends meet?"

"Those stupid little birds not only surrendered to the talons of the owl, the enemy who killed their parents, but also obeyed the owl's order to murder their brothers - and of course the end result was that both of them were eaten by the owl for lunch. !”

The directivity of these words is too obvious, this is no longer a hint, it is almost a naked statement, Bruce Wayne must have discovered his identity, and those words he said...

Lincoln March shook his head. Forget it, now is not the time to think about this.

He opened the door to a room. It was still a dark and dull corridor outside, but it was brightly lit inside.

"Welcome! Welcome! Claw from the Court of Owls - you have chosen a suitable collaborator!"

Lincoln March narrowed his eyes slightly. In the center of the room, the Scarecrow sat on the main seat with a golden sword.

And beside——

Lincoln March glanced away.

Killer Croc, Ventriloquist, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Strange, how could these four incomparable villains sit together and still vaguely form a faction.

Victor Freeze has a slightly special status, sitting directly next to the Scarecrow.

Lincoln's eyes swept across the room one by one. The room was actually filled with madmen from Arkham. He had to admit that Scarecrow still had two skills in leadership. After all, not just anyone can assemble so many madmen.

"I just said that there will be no problem in the Owl Court choosing me. We can carve up this city together!"

He walked forward with champagne in his hands: "A strong organization requires strong cooperation..."

"I'm just responsible for the inspection, Scarecrow." Lincoln Howe interrupted him without hesitation: "You must first prove to the court that you have the ability to control the entire city, and then our cooperation will officially begin."

Although the other party was very polite, he didn't know why. He just felt an inexplicable feeling of disgust. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He didn't want to admit it...

Deep down, he was thinking:

With so many villains... can Batman really handle them?

The Scarecrow didn't care about the other party's indifference: "It's an honor to invite you, Mr. Claw, we are about to get a brand new bargaining chip."

He said: "Oswald has just sent word that he will send our Mayor Carlo."