All the superheroes I played are revived [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Batman, Tim and his party are unaware of the important node events that are happening in Gotham.After arriving in New York, Tim went to Bludhaven alone, while Jason drove the Bat fighter to Italy.

"Gordon only talked about the similarities between them, but not the differences between them...it's quite big." Tim dealt with the police officers guarding the door, sent them into a dark and sweet dream, and turned into Brudhaven Police Department Mortuary, "S-2834...found."

"What does the autopsy report say." Batman didn't go straight to the NYPD, but sneaked into the scene of the crime.He frowned and looked at the broken window glass on the ground, and found some glass shards with sticky substances among them.

Batman twirled the shards and held them up to the light to observe the moth-like dust left on them.

"There is no drug residue, and there is no other trauma except the cut on the arm. The wound avoided the aorta, so he died neither from poisoning nor from trauma. The doctor's judgment was a sudden death from a heart attack. From my point of view... …You should really see what he looks like. God, I don’t know what happened to him in his life, I mean, leave out the meat part. He looks like if he didn’t die suddenly, he will draw his knife and kill himself in the next second.” Tim moves the camera closer to the dead man's face.

This is a very impactful face, not because of beauty or ugliness, but because of the extreme despair on his face.

"He's drowning in his own despair," Tim commented. "Bat, where are you?"

"...The fragments of the window fell into the room. It is impossible for the deceased to smash it himself. Someone broke into the room, and it is very likely that he threatened him and forced him to commit suicide. The suspect..." Batman called out a person who was growing Image of a masked man with giant moth wings, "Killer Moth."

"If I remember correctly, isn't Killer Moth hired by that Curly in the Metropolis to be a thug for the group?" The Bat Fighter will not arrive in Italy so soon, and Jason can only use the video communication sent by Batman and Tim for the time being. Kill time.

Tim: "Lex Luthor. Dan handed him over to Superman before he left here, and Superman handed him over to the Metropolitan Police Department...after less than two years in prison, he paid a hefty ransom In exchange for freedom."

Jason fiddled with the headset lazily: "According to me, he should be killed with a single shot, and there is no such thing now. Killer moth will not be hired without the permission of that curly hair." Taking odd jobs, there must be Lex Luthor involved in this case."

"..." Batman silently sent a contact to Clark in Metropolis, but no one responded, "Ah Fu."

Alfred, who was navigating Damian and Nightwing in the Batcave, turned to another screen: "Is it right to investigate Clark Kent's whereabouts? Wait a minute."

Alfred looked at the surveillance of the Daily Planet: "It seems that Mr. Kent encountered a little trouble this morning... He hasn't returned to his job since seven o'clock. I mean, there is no need to wear tights this one."

"Wait, I remember that Lex Luthor hired more than one Killer Moth... Where are they now? Still guarding Lex Corporation?" Jason sat up straight, showing a vigilant look.

Alfred: "Wait a minute... Well. Bad news and good... Only bad news, they are now distributed all over the United States, and Chaoying is currently restrained by their disturbance, so even if there is any accident , and they couldn't come to the rescue in time."

"...You mean, we are the only ones who are free now, and no one came to provoke us?" Jason raised his eyebrows.

Batman put the fragments with adhesives into the evidence bag and threw them on the table at the scene of the crime, ensuring that the officials who came to check tomorrow morning would definitely see it at a glance, then turned around and went out quietly to change clothes, naturally blending into the crowd Hey: "Ah Fu, investigate Lex Luthor's 'neighbor' at the Metropolitan Prison."

"Okay, sir." Alfred flipped his fingers over the keyboard, "Oh."

"What's wrong?" Tim pushed the body back into place and stood up.

Alfred: "I think I understand why these victims lost a piece of meat and were eaten raw." Alfred sent the information to everyone's contact terminal, "My God. I wonder how Mr. Luthor can afford to work with such a person."

"Hannibal Lecter..." Tim murmured looking at the terminal, "Ogre?"

"For a while, Arsenal would tell me about this guy before meals every day. I didn't have a good impression of him." Jason pressed the space several times to jump, and finally reached the destination.He hovered the Bat fighter above the ancient castle that was caught in internal strife due to the death of the owner, and jumped towards the main building that was constantly ringing with gunshots and cannon fire.

Everyone watched the small piece of video belonging to Jason change from a clear picture to a rapidly changing color block. Fist to flesh and miserable cries came from the other end. After a while, the camera returned to a stable picture .

"Hey, it's a good thing these guys didn't blow up this place too." Jason pushed open the door of the owner's room in the innermost room, frowned and looked at the messy furnishings inside, stepped over the fallen floor lamp, and stepped on the documents all over the floor and odds and ends, walked behind the desk, and saw a bloodstain on the corner of the desk, "He fell down here?"

According to the judgment of the police in Italy, the deceased should have seen something that caused him a nervous breakdown before he died, so he hit the corner of the table and committed suicide. Destroyed, unable to see his expression before his death.

Jason squatted down by the desk, and followed all the traces left by the deceased when he went crazy in the room, all the way to a high wooden cabinet in the study: "Strange."

Jason stood up and touched the paint surface of the high cabinet: "All the furniture in this house is old, only this cabinet is brand new." He took out a dagger from behind, held it in his right hand, and made In a defensive posture, he raised his hand and opened the wooden cabinet.

The wooden cabinet was empty.

Jason frowned and looked at the wooden cabinet for a while, grabbed the dagger, raised his hand and groped on the wall of the wooden cabinet for a while, and found a small hole in a corner near the wall.

He pulled out the dagger and stabbed it fiercely in the small hole. When the wood was gouged through, he felt as if he had stabbed something much more brittle than wood.

"..." Jason withdrew his expression, retracted the dagger, pulled out the long knife behind his backhand, and split open the wooden cabinet.

"Clap."

A glass test tube fell from a wooden trough under the hole.

The test tube rolled a few times on the ground and stopped moving when it hit the corner of the wall.A small pattern is drawn with a marker on the wall of the tube.

"..." Jason's face darkened surprisingly.

"What is it?" Tim frowned, zooming in on the picture.

A clown's smiling face was painted ugly and crooked on the wall of the tube. The pair of eyes and the smiling face seemed to be both mocking and provocative.

"Jason." Batman looked at the shaking screen, "Calm down."

"Fuck your calm." Jason sneered, "It's best to have a reasonable explanation. Didn't it mean that the clown has been wiped out by Dan's power? Now this clown is the Lego world clown created by him? "

Alfred looked at Jason who crushed the glass tube: "Yes, and according to the current monitoring, the clown is doing stretching gymnastics with other... inmates in Arkham." Alfred Red checked the authenticity of the monitoring, "There is no problem, the monitoring is normal these days. And if the clown leaves Gotham, it is impossible for the master not to know."

When the night falls, nothing can escape Batman's eyes. The criminals in Gotham have become accustomed to developing a good routine like office workers. As soon as the sun goes down at night, they go to bed on time, especially Lego talents. Every night, they have to be counted by Batman, and there is no possibility of escaping to Italy, New York, or Bludhaven.

"..." Tim fell into deep thought, "If the person behind all this is very sure that Bat will leave Gotham last night, he must also know what Bat is capable of. If he wants to do something in Gotham...then It must be within the daytime today."

In the evening, all his plans will be easily destroyed by Batman, and the only chance to defeat Batman is the day before the evening.

"Oops, Damian and Master Dick!" Alfred thought along Tim's words, his heart skipped a beat, "The chemical factory where Mr. Hope worked was the cradle of the clown's birth. Surveillance coverage!"

"..." Jason raised his head suddenly, his voice hoarse, "Ah Fu. Batman."

If all of this was planned by the Joker, if at some unknown moment, the Joker concocted a trick that could temporarily obscure Batman's sight, then he did all of this today—

Just to repeat that night with Damian and Dick being lured back to Gotham.

—The night that former Robin Bird Jason Todd died.

"Back to Gotham." Batman immediately made a decision.

"Wait. There are still some things that don't make sense. For example, why did the clown know that Bat would definitely leave last night, what do the numbers around those people point to, and are there other targets who are facing death threats? —I know, back to Gotham." Tim cuts off the video.

·

Gotham.

Familiar chemical factory.

"Hope!" Nightwing fell on the ceiling, looked through the skylight at Hope who was helping Jack up, every inch of scalp screamed, "Get away from him!"

Ye Yi threw a dart, and if Jack hadn't been pushed away by Hope in time, his arm would have been punctured: "Why...why—" Jack's trembling question was reflected in the standing water next to him. His face instantly turned into a yell of fear, "Ahhh——"

Pale face, grass-green hair, strange and stiff smile.

This was the price he paid for his narrow escape.

He's become exactly like the dreaded clown in Gotham.

Hope covered Jack's mouth: "Hey! Don't do this! I just rescued you. You can't go crazy because of disfigurement. Isn't plastic surgery very simple these days!"

Jack wanted to yell "I became a clown" in his throat.

The moment he was rescued from the chemical reagent tank, he still thought that if he could escape from death this time, he must live a good life, and he must not be overwhelmed by life so easily and give in. As a result, he saw his face In an instant, his mentality collapsed, and his strength was not even comparable to that of a child.

Jack trembled and touched his face. If this is the price of escape from death, then he is very lucky.He wasn't even missing an arm or a leg, and there was no pain in his body organs, just his face—

Jack slumped on the ground in a relaxed state. As soon as the tense brain nerves were relaxed, he began to think wildly, thinking about how to save money for plastic surgery, and thinking about what he would do if he could get a second chance at life .

"What are you doing? Get away from that guy!" Damian came a step late, jumped down from the ceiling, and grabbed Hope, "Are you crazy? Can't you see that guy has '' written all over his face? Stay away from me'? Why did you leave...home? Don't you know Gotham is dangerous during the day? You should stay at home!"

Ye Yi then rolled over from the ceiling, looked at Damian helplessly and teasingly, then turned to Hopwin and said, "That's right. But this shouldn't be a clown?" He could see the look in Jack's eyes His eyes are gentle, firm, and hopeful, not the eyes of a depraved and crazy person.

Jack, who was just one step away from preparing to plunge into the darkness, saw Ye Yi's trusting gaze, and felt a little ashamed when he thought of the dark psychology that had arisen in him before. Those despair and madness were instantly kicked away without a trace: "I... I'm not."

Ye Yi walked up to Hope, raised his hand and pressed Hope's shoulder: "You did a good job. But that's not why you left...home."

"...My father asked me to come here so that I could learn from Batman. If I can't act with Batman, then I can only act like Batman." Hope immediately stinged With fried hair, he raised his small chin reservedly, indicating that he would never obey discipline.

The two Robins couldn't help but exchanged glances.

They all set their eyes on Hope at the same time.

If they didn't know that this was Dan and Loki's child... they would really have to wonder if this is the new Robin that Batman abducted from somewhere.This routine, this character, is exactly the same as what they have experienced and done before.

Damian keenly caught a trace of disappointment hidden under Hope's expression of refusal to cooperate.

He remembered that Hope came here because his fathers thought he could not be a qualified successor. All Hope did was probably to prove himself to his fathers.

...just like he did when he first came to the Batcave.

The only difference is that, at least at that time, he still had the ability to protect himself, while Hope, who had lost his divine power and had no trace of training on his body, obviously did not have such ability.

"Come back with me." Damian lowered his face and tightened his grip on Hope's wrist.

"Clap."

The sound of something smashing to the ground instantly aroused the attention of the two Robins. Damian and Yeyi rushed to cover Hope's mouth and nose, and pressed him to the ground: "Be careful!"

Among the swishing hidden weapons, Ye Yi raised his head and saw Jack who was forgotten by them at a glance: "Hey!"

Jack plopped and fell on his back before the dart pierced his head: "Ouch!"

Nightwing looked down and saw a flying rope and hands wrapped around Jack's ankles.

Hope grabbed Jack's ankle as he fell.Even if he didn't do it, Damian's flying rope would have saved Jack's life, but this action is by no means useless, which at least shows—

——Before protecting himself, Hope first thought of saving Jack.

Ye Yi not only recalled Hope's expression when he said that Hope "shrouded the entire universe with desire, so he was sent to learn how to be a qualified successor".

Ye Yi's big hand holding Hope's head involuntarily rubbed the top of Hope's soft hair.

"careful!"

A new attack had already rushed in, and Nightwing's nerves jumped, he jumped up from the ground, and grabbed Jack.

Damian held Hope tightly and rolled him on the ground, avoiding the five or six sharp darts that came at him.

A faint non-human growl came from the mist.The fog that should have been blocked by the gas masks gradually made them unconscious and weak in limbs.

Before they passed out, a pair of scarlet eyes flashed in front of their eyes, followed by the clown's signature hysterical laughter.

— This is a trap.

·

When they woke up again, Damian and Yeyi found themselves suspended by chains above the sulfuric acid pool, and their mouths were gagged to prevent them from cursing.

——But this time they couldn't swear anything for the time being, in fact, their minds were blanked by the scene in front of them that made their scalps tingle in amazement.In the open space in front of them, stood two clowns.There is...infighting.

The one who looked stronger looked cruel and cold, twisting the neck of the other self: "I gave you a chance to become a better self...but you want to degenerate?"

Jack was suspended in the air by the other party, kicking his legs weakly, trying to break away the other party's hand holding his throat: "You—uh——"

"You still want to struggle? Sober up... Your destiny is to join us and become the second clown in this world! In the next ten years, I will become the third... Together, we will be able to build a Our Carnival Kingdom!" The strong one cut a hole in his arm, strangled Jack and forced him to see, "See? I can give you a chance, you can become as strong as me! Dionysus factor can Let us gain eternal life! So why are you still obsessed with the life of ordinary people who are as short and pathetic as ants? Jack? Isn't life tormenting you enough to make you realize?"

Jack struggled desperately: "Let—let go of that child!"

"Child?" The Bacchus clown turned his face and looked at Hope, who was pinched in the palm of another tall monster covered in black mist and with scarlet eyes, "Oh... Jack, Jack. I understand why you are still obsessed. It's because of him."

Hope didn't know how things got to this point at all. He had already lost his divine power because of Loki's seal, and now he couldn't even struggle to survive.You must know that just 10 minutes ago, he was still rescuing the poor man who was pushed into the chemical potion tank, protesting the behavior of the Robins who wanted to take him back to the Batcave, and they were attacked before he could say a few words. Being caught by this guy covered in black fog and with rabbit eyes, if it wasn't for the fact that his divine body was still there, making it difficult for him to die so easily, he would have been killed by that blow long ago.

Even so, he was seriously injured.

He had never been in so much pain—no, he had never been in pain.

The Bacchus clown tied Jack to the side pole: "I won't blame you, my dear companion. You were just bewitched and blinded by him. But it doesn't matter, I will rescue you from being lost soon." .”

The Dionysus Clown grinned cruelly: "Break him, and you will wake up. Fortunately, he is still so weak, so stupid, so useless..."

The Bacchus clown's eyes were full of hatred, and he nailed Hope with hatred like a poisoned knife: "I can kill you here, kill you, so that you will never have a future!" Pulling Hope's hair, with extreme hatred in his eyes, "You——make me look like a joke, but it won't happen, not from now on. Look at you, are you crying? You actually cry, look Look at these tears?" Nervously, the Dionysus Clown rubbed Hope's cheek with his fingers, catching Hope's blood-mixed tears.

"..." Hope was in so much pain that he could barely breathe, let alone speak. His tears fell uncontrollably, falling into the black mist drop by drop.I don't know if it was his illusion, but every time he dropped a drop, he felt that the power of the black mist that was gripping his whole body was getting stronger.The pain in his chest and legs made him wish he could be annihilated by his father immediately. His ribs and knees were probably broken, and his head was bleeding. The blood flowed from his forehead to his eyes, mixed with tears Cheeks run down.

"...!" Damian and Yeyi tensed their bodies trying to escape the chain, but the chain was obviously not a simple metal object, and every time their struggle increased, the closer they were bound.The gazes of the two fell on the silver-blue gleam constantly jumping over the iron chain. Obviously, this thing either did not come from the earth, or it did not come from the current timeline.

"Why—why!" Jack shook his head crazily, watching the bacchanal clown violently tear off a bunch of hair from Hope's head, "Who the hell are you! Why did you do this! We don't Get to know you!"

"You... don't know us..." The black mist monster raised its hand high and smashed Hope to the ground like a puppet, the sound was reverberating, making it unbearable, "But we... But I know you..."

"—Unforgettable." The Bacchus clown stepped on the back of Hope who was struggling to get up, dragged the iron bar, pounded on Hope's knee, and bent down, "'Hope'. Zhenglian The god Chaoying? Now he is just a cub without divine power, eating ashes on the ground. Don't worry, wait until we eliminate you, wait for 'despair' to swallow your godhead, no one can stop my plan, your Those two father gods who are aloof and bestowed 'gifts' and 'blessings' to this universe? We will destroy them one by one."

"One, two, three, four, five, four little bats, one big bat... plus you and your father gods - don't worry, 'Despair' and I will use your eight souls to build a An eternal kingdom of life and death!" The Bacchus clown spread his arms, "Of course, we will be the kings who control life and death. But little hope, my dear, I promise you, you will not be alone. When you are swallowed, Soon I will send more companions to accompany you!"

Dick couldn't help closing his eyes and turning his face away. He wished he could be deaf now so that he couldn't hear Hope's screams.

"Bah!" Damian had already opened his mouth. His green eyes were burning with rage. Everyone could see that if he hadn't been chained and given him a sword, he would have stabbed the Bacchus clown. Cross-cutting—if he can beat the opponent, "Do you think you are very powerful? A deserter from the future, a coward, can't deal with the enemy of the future, so go back to the past and kill the enemy when he is weak? Tell me, what kind of rookie alliance are you, to come up with such a low-level plan?"

Dick also opened his mouth. Seeing that Damian's delay seemed to be useful, he quickly asked, "Who are you? How many clowns are there in this world?" His eyes moved between Jack and the Dionysus clown.

If he remembered correctly, there is still a Lego clown in Arkham now!

At this moment, he began to miss the cuteness of Lego Clown.

"Don't talk too much to them." The man in the suit who was sharpening a scalpel stood up and showed a gentlemanly and polite smile at Dick, but it made people feel cold all over his body. "Kill them, and you will have a lot of time to slowly tell their plans to their corpses."

"--ho--wait..." Hopper tried to raise his head, trembling all over.

Every nerve in his brain was screaming in unison in horrific pain, but it also gave him lucidity.

"At least let me...know who you are before I die." Hope didn't even know how he said the words, he could hear the trembling of pain in his voice, "You have prepared so much, but you all Aren't you going to let me know who beat me?"

"No, you won't, you have made such a careful plan to pick this day, when Batman is not in Gotham-you were planning it a month ago, weren't you?" Hope's brain Unprecedentedly clear, he felt his voice gradually stop trembling, not because the pain had subsided, his body was still shaking instinctively, "The suicide case from the very beginning was your plan to get rid of the tiger, and you made it Such an exquisite arrangement, do you want to end such a nameless borrowing? No, you will tell me. You want to tell me."

Hannibal recovered from Hope's suggestive voice, and said cautiously: "You can say it to their corpses, to the future subjects."

"No, no, no, no." Hope stared at the clown closely.

Ye Yi looked at Hope, as if he saw how Dan, who didn't remember anything at the time, stood up in front of the clown.

Hope stared at the clown and whispered: "That's not me. Not the living me. You won't pass up such a good opportunity, will you? Right, the future mortal enemy?"

"No—" the black shadow holding Hope made a deafening voice, "Your mortal enemy...is me...I planned...all of this!"

Hope's eyes were already blurred by sweat, tears, and blood, and he could only turn his face towards the source of the sound: "I don't even know who you are, are you sure it was you who planned all this, not the clown ?"

"No——!" The shadow made a furious voice.

"..." Hannibal took a step back.

Hope heard Hannibal's movement: "Isn't that the man in the suit also the credit? He seems to be the smartest one among you."

"You...how dare...!" Heiying punched the ground fiercely, "I am...you will never...cannot get rid of...the sworn enemy! I am...the...despair...of this world...I am ...your... doomsday!"

The strength of the palms on Hope's body has made Hope almost hear the sound of his ribs being crushed, but his consciousness still prevents him from fainting, and he can only stay awake in pain. He caught a pair of bright scarlet eyes approaching him, and the evil cold breath fell on his face.

Hope whispered into those scarlet eyes: "Then prove it. (Then prove it to me.) Tell me, let me understand to death."