What bad intentions could Batman have?.

Bain often felt like he was shouting in a deserted wilderness.

The hazy mist gathered into waves and oceans, and rolled up in the dark night.

His life is like an island in the ocean.

He ran, he jumped, he flew, he struggled through the whirlpool of clouds and rain, hoping to catch that ray of light.

But everything still fell silent.

He felt like he was falling.

Just like...

That time, this moment.

Violent rage.

Plants began to grow explosively from half of his body again. His muscles were wilting, dilapidated and withered, being sucked dry by the plants on his body in just a few seconds. However, in the next second, under the pump of venom, his muscles recovered in an instant, swelling, winding, and becoming more majestic than before.

"Xiaohong, can't you control the green on him?"

Harley whispered to Poison Ivy: "This way I can't cast magic on him."

Poison Ivy automatically understood her crazy words: "I don't know, but I'm afraid not. These plants have undergone some mutations that I don't quite understand. They no longer look like plants... but like living people." Part of it.”

She said hesitantly: "This is part of an unstable chain reaction. In fact, I feel that Bain's method of using these plants is not the same as the ones I controlled before - but no matter what, it is obvious. "

Poison Ivy said: "He has turned himself into a wizard."

"Strictly speaking, he can be considered a mage now. In terms of applying elemental power, he can even..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the plants curling up and binding Bain's body, and then wrapped around Bain's body like muscle fibers, turning into a wooden texture.

Then the next second, his arm was swung to the side like a stretched nine-section whip, and half of the building collapsed with a loud bang like building blocks. Bain's roar shook the earth and the earth:

"Batman - look right at me!!!"

"Wizard, but the main attack method is still fists."

Harley said.

"Whee!"

Bane heard Batman chuckle, that contemptuous, unabashed chuckle.

He fought back violently, and his twisted and extended fist, carrying unparalleled strange power, only hit the uninhabited air.

Bane was furious, ever more furious. He controlled his anger rationally, and half of his body responded to him. His arms seemed to grow a little longer, but definitely not thinner.

In the increasingly majestic anger, his fists became more and more graceful. Compared with the straight attacks, they were more like fluttering ribbons and seemed to have no lethality at all.

But the broken masonry and the ground cracked like tofu by his whip-like arm are always reminding everyone:

This was definitely not a lover's touch.

Harley Quinn commented: "It's like using a whip to whip your fart in a sex game——"

Poison Ivy expertly tied her into a rice dumpling.

Deadshot raised his shock wave weapon and aimed it at Bane, who was still attacking the invisible Batman. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he saw Mr. Freeze holding the cryogun in front of him.

"What do you mean?"

he asks.

"Shh!"

Mr. Freeze said: "Quiet, Sharpshooter. Don't interrupt the fight between them. Didn't you notice that the Talons have retreated?"

"I know."

Deadshot answered him: "But I thought this was just because they were not qualified to participate in close combat. Don't worry, I am very confident. Even if the two of them are fighting together, I will never miss."

Then Deadshot saw that the people in Arkham were all looking at him indifferently, except for the Clayface Man who cosplayed himself as Robin.

"What? What's wrong with you guys? What do you mean?"

"I think……"

Poison Ivy said, a vine rose up from the side and was woven into a chair. She first hung Harley Quinn, who was tied into a rice dumpling and whining, and then sat on the chair herself:

"You'd better stay out of it."

Deadshot wanted to say something more, but then a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"We've been working together for a while, Floyd."

The ventriloquist stood behind him, and the little old man hunched over, but didn't look at him at all.

"I heard that you were born in Gotham, but you spent most of your time outside. You may not understand things here in Gotham. So let us explain it to you."

He said with some cadence:

"Don't get involved in their fights."

His glasses reflected Bane, who was still shaking his fist:

"after all……"

"This is [King vs. King], isn't it?"

Mr. Freeze said, he clicked, and put his stretched arm back to its original shape with force and expression.

"This is all a mess."

Deadshot said: "Did Batman hire us here just to stand by and shout cheers?"

He turned to look at the Cheshire Cat: "Shouldn't we give the bat some remote support?"

The Cheshire Cat hesitated and said: "I think so..."

"You think so too, right, Killer Croc?" Deadshot turned to Killer Croc and said: "What the hell are these things? King against king, too bad..."

"Do not."

Killer Croc, who seemed to like money, said to Deadshot: "You should let the bat one on one. It would be too disrespectful for outsiders to intervene."

Deadshot was silent.

This was the first time that he looked at these teammates who were standing with them again so seriously.

He originally thought that a guy who loved money like Killer Croc would agree with what he said, but he was wrong.

Then in an instant, he suddenly realized the essence of these people with a blissful mind.

Under the moonlight, he saw the shadows of the Arkhams being stretched, projecting twisted and creeping beast shadows on the ground.

This is not a group of people, they are clearly a group of wild beasts.

A group of beasts practicing the law of the jungle in modern society!

Then Deadshot realized:

This was indeed a group of lunatics, and he hadn't realized it before. He had been hanging out with this group of people for too long, making money with them, being bribed with them, coerced with them, and watched them being trained with his own eyes.

He always felt that they had lost their mysterious veil and were just ordinary people like himself.

But he was wrong. Something is wrong.

So he lowered the muzzle of his gun and murmured to himself in a low voice: "You have become the leader of some monsters, Batman."

He whispered to himself: "Fight with the dragon for too long, and you will become a dragon yourself; stare into the abyss for too long, and the abyss will stare back."

He stared at the rapidly flashing black shadow in a low voice: "You terrible evil dragon."

"You evil dragon!"

Bain, the warrior of justice, roared: "Come out and face me, why don't you dare-"

Then his movements stopped for a second.

He saw black mist rising in front of him, and a giant dragon really appeared in front of him.

Its lower body is a mass of black mist, with a few rubber tires faintly emerging from it, and its upper body is a green, ferocious dinosaur's mouth.

The venom tube was connected to the top of his head.

The dinosaur's claws matched with car parts stretched out, and black mist extended from his back, like outstretched wings.

He heard the deep, hoarse voice say:

"I am here to answer the call."

So now it's time for...the warrior...to challenge the dragon!

Woohoo, thanks to the great evil god on horseback for the huge reward!