What bad intentions could Batman have?.

"?"

Tim fell into a daze.

who am I?

Where am I?

Is this really the Batcave?

Tim was lost in thought.

A violent brainstorm swept through his mind. The mystery of the Big Bang was repeated in his 1.4-kilogram human brain in just a few seconds. Tim felt a bang on his head. A puff of steam came out.

Chen Tao pulled him aside awkwardly.

"It's a necessary method, like an irresistible entertainment."

He explained:

"Basso Carrow (Clayface's real name) is a performer through and through. I don't know if you fully understand his essence-"

"I know very well, Batman. I completely understand the decision you made. It doesn't matter to me." Tim took two deep breaths and barely regained his senses: "Remember the first time we faced him? ?”

"He pretended that he would be restrained by electricity, and then performed a lifelike death. Before that, he pretended to be various people in Gotham City..."

Chen Tao said: "Yes, another kind of madness that cannot be deduced by common sense. Basso Carlo has no purpose, his only purpose is to play a role. And the transformation ability brought to him by his super power is also It just makes him the best actor in the world."

He continued in a low voice: "Under that body, his life was empty. After that accident, Basso Carlo disappeared completely, and there was only a building left in pursuit of pure performance. A shell driven by a broken self."

"Upper-class gentleman, sanitation workers sweeping the floors on the roadside, women, men, children eating lollipops, school teachers, doctors, no matter what the role is, as long as it makes Basso Carlo find it challenging, he will do it. Start playing these people over the next period of time..."

"He will beat up the original owner, then throw it away in a messy place far away from Gotham, and then take his place until the real owner comes back."

Chen Tao said: "If he pursues an acting career, I will simply give him a challenging enough script."

Tim looked at the other person. There was a small performance booklet stuck on his huge palm. Tim glanced down and saw that it read:

"From Arkham to the Batcave: How to Become Batman's Favorite Robin"

The subtitle below is:

Basso Carrow's Robin Diary of Youth, a righteous life that requires no explanation!

On the back it says:

How was Batman's favorite Robin made?

What are the super rules to follow to become Robin?

How to win Batman's favor and regard you as his only one?

The answers are all in this book. Anyone can become Robin, just by reading this magnificent book!

"..."

Tim felt that he should be angry. He should have every reason to be angry.

But strangely, the anger seemed to be suppressed by something else, so it didn't come to my heart at all.

His eyes glanced at the book.

This book was written by Batman.

I actually don’t want to know what’s actually written on it! ! !

"This book was written before?"

"Yes, that's right." Chen Tao answered him. He was still obsessed with his plan to manipulate the clay-faced man through various despicable means:

"I have written it before. When I went to deal with the ventriloquist, I had thought about how to control the clay-faced man... For these neuroses with brain problems, although the essential core operating ideas are different, they are of the same origin."

He added:

"This book is specifically written to target Basso Carlo's weaknesses. Everything in it is what Robin would do..."

Tim was no longer in the mood to hear Batman continue.

"You have to show me this pamphlet later." He said righteously:

"I must criticize deeply."

Chen Tao didn't understand what the other party was thinking, so he nodded and said, "Okay. I'll open it on the Batcomputer later and show it to you."

"I want it too! I want it too!" Harley Quinn raised her hands excitedly: "Give me one too!"

She made a fisting gesture and laughed twice: "The first female Robin in history, Harley Quinn's Robin career diary, so stay tuned, it will be serialized!"

A silence.

Best friend Poison Ivy tugged on Harley Quinn's clothes under Tim's murderous gaze.

"Why are you pulling me? I want to--oooooooo!"

Before Harley Quinn could finish her words, Poison Ivy controlled a large number of plants and blocked her mouth. She smiled apologetically at Tim and made a continue gesture.

Chen Tao didn't pay attention to the small actions between the few of them. He gave a few brief commands to the Batcomputer, and then dozens of transparent glass cages with hidden lifts rose from the ground of the Batcave hall.

He called Killer Croc, Ventriloquist, and Harley, and asked them to stuff all the villains controlled by chips in one by one.

While a few people were working, he made a video call to Alfred:

"Batman calls Penny One. How long until the Talon Assassins are shipped back?"

"There's still about an hour and a half left."

Alfred, who was facing the painting, pulled the joystick. The mechanical arm of the Bat Plane was like clamping dolls in front of a claw machine, picking up a lot of twitching unlucky claws with missing arms and legs: "They It’s too much, I have to pinch it for a while.”

The old housekeeper sighed: "I can't believe I have to put them all back together later! I haven't played with jigsaw puzzles in more than 4 years since I threw them aside when I was 60 years old. And now I Hundreds of incomplete limbs have to be put together at once."

"……Thanks for your hard work."

Chen Tao said.

"It's not hard, this is what I should do, Master." Alfred shook his head, and then said: "They can help you, right? These claws can become your strength and help you fight against Bain. Even if it just consumes a little bit of his energy."

He said: "They can prevent you from having wounds on your body, right?"

"Yes." Chen Tao answered him: "The Claws are indeed a fighting force that cannot be ignored. They are very useful."

"Then what I have done is meaningful." Alfred said: "About that four days later...promise me that you will come back safely, okay?"

Chen Tao was silent for a while.

Alfred is not the kind of person who always emphasizes to others after giving, but today he is uncharacteristically, he knows what the other person is thinking——

The old butler was just trying to catch his poor little Bruce at his own expense.

This old man just stubbornly wanted to get a promise, a promise to return safely...Whether this promise could be fulfilled or not, it was not something he could decide.

He just wanted the promise.

"I will." Chen Tao assured him: "We agreed to go into seclusion, remember? I promised you. We will go to Fiji, or the Hawaiian Islands, or the metropolis... No one knows us. place, after things in Gotham are over."

"I will definitely retire with you." Batman promised: "I will definitely return safely."

"I have a lot of Arkham Asylum villains now, and they're going to be there before me."

Chen Tao said: "As long as they consume Bain's physical strength, I will not lose."

Alfred lowered his head slightly, making it difficult for people to see the expression on his face clearly, and then in the next moment, it turned into a smile as bright as the clear sky.

"it is good."

"We made a deal, Bruce... we must keep our promise!"

"it is good."

They hung up the communication.

Chen Tao took a deep breath, stood up, and walked into one of the transparent cages.

He snapped his fingers, and the prisoners in the cage were immediately released from the control of the chip.

"Harvey Dent, Two-Face, old friend." Chen Tao said, "I need your help."

"Don't think about it. Even if I, Two-Face, am bored to death and jump from here in Arkham, I won't be able to help Batman in the slightest!"

Chen Tao narrowed his eyes.

"It's not up to you. Jiejiejie..."

Thank you everyone for your rewards~