The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

Bats came overwhelmingly, and the flapping and squeaking sounds of bat wings impacted Bruce Wayne's eardrums. He panted with difficulty, and stretched out his arms to cover his face, but he couldn't stop the increasingly real scene in front of him.

He struggled to get up, but staggered, and soon fell down again.Bruce was in great pain with every step he took, and his childhood memories suddenly became very clear. The bat swarms in the dry well that looked like ghosts were his only childhood fears, and soon, those fears turned into eternal nightmares.

He seemed to see the bottom of the dry well, the wise father climbed the rope and fell, stretching out his palm towards him; he also vaguely saw the harmony of the family and the honesty and temptation of the father in the elevated train.The picture was messy and broken, competing to appear in front of Bruce, and finally the scene in the alley outside the theater was frozen.

His forever tall father collapsed to the ground in order to protect his mother, but his mother still failed to escape the embrace of death.

Father has always been committed to building Gotham, but just being a penniless homeless man ruined everything.

That period of memory was too painful, Bruce has been buried in his heart, and it was at this time that he remembered again, at the last moment of his life, his father held his still immature palm and sighed.

"Bruce." His eyes were full of reluctance and relief, "It's okay."

He knelt on the ground and held the palm tightly, as if he could save his father, but the man who was always wise and humorous just finished his last sentence with regret, and then closed his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, Bruce."

do not be afraid……

His vision gradually became clearer, and although hallucinations were still brewing, Batman also regained some sanity.He grunted and pressed hard on the wound on his arm. The pain made him wake up. He exhaled heavily and struggled to sit up.

The clown has antibodies, and he left a lot here. He took out a bottle, twisted it open, and sprayed it directly on his mouth and nose.

Unexpectedly, Klein successfully dealt with Batman, and wanted to do the same to kill the others, so as to win the opportunity to escape.But he didn't expect that when he sprayed out nearly half of the bottle of spray, the wind direction changed suddenly, and the violent gust of wind wrapped the poison, suddenly changed direction, and hit him!

Everyone was stunned by this incident, and the clown hugged his stomach, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up.Batman waited for the antibodies to work, stood up and walked over slightly, and happened to see this scene.

He didn't stare blankly, nor did he smile. He turned off the switch, pinned Fox's newly developed powerful blast gun back to his waist, and looked at the clown expressionlessly, "Where's the antibody I gave you?"

The clown touched his pocket subconsciously, then reacted suddenly, and refused to admit it: "I lost it."

Batman pursed his lips.His expression became more and more icy.

Seeing this, Wilson immediately understood that the Emotional Clown had antibodies, but after Batman was attacked by the spray, he became a big monster, and with an unknown secret in his heart, he didn't come out to save others!

Wilson glared at his friend reproachfully, before asking Batman, "How do you feel now?"

"Not very good, but now I can confirm that the incense used in the final trial in the alliance is indeed the same as Klein's spray. It's just that the spray is stronger and the fear it brings is deeper."

For example, during the trial, he only saw flying bats, but Klein's poison made him fall into that desperate memory, almost unable to extricate himself.

Although the clown has never felt guilty or wronged, he shrank his neck under Batman's powerful aura and moved away far away.

Not paying attention to his feet, he staggered, and managed to regain his footing. The clown looked down, only to realize that the person who tripped him was actually Dean Klein, who had been sprayed all over his face with the poison!

"Why does it feel a little strange?"

The clown pursed his lips a few times, squatted down, and stretched out a finger to poke the opponent's face fiercely.

Then, as if some switch had been turned on, the trembling and convulsive Klein, whose limbs had been curled up just now, seemed to have endured some kind of great pain. His body suddenly collapsed, and he let out a miserable howl.

"The poison is so powerful?" Wilson frowned, looking at Batman with worry. After all, he was unprepared when he was attacked before. The dose of poison Batman suffered was even more than Klein's. Wouldn't this look be more painful than Batman who has endured more?

Batman, however, frowned and shook his head.

Wilson could only guess, "So he's faking it?"

"No." wx-79, who had been poking on the ground in a daze without saying a word, suddenly said, "I'm afraid the improved fear spray had some kind of chemical reaction with the residual toxicity in his body. The effect has been raised to such a terrifying level, I’m afraid even Klein didn’t think of it.” Indeed, as long as the other party can think of a little bit, he will not spray the poison unprepared. You must know that when doing evil in Gotham, this The dean will also wear a scarecrow mask to block the poison!

However, Wilson's attention was obviously in another place. He turned to look at wx-79, and asked in puzzlement, "What toxic residue?"

"Klein has a lot of data encrypted by adults, and I have just obtained permission to access that part of the information."

"Old man?" Wilson understood, "So you were in contact with the old man just now?"

The robot butler nodded. He saw that Klein's condition was not right, and he also thought that they were going back to their hometown and needed help from the people there, so he got in touch with that adult. He didn't expect to find out such inside information after asking for permission. .

"Your Excellency tells you to go home immediately, and prohibits any in-depth investigation." 79 thought for a while and added.

"I had already planned to go back, but asking him to say this made me curious and wanted to continue to investigate." Wilson shaved his short hair and muttered.

Batman waited for a while, seeing that the topic was getting farther and farther away, he finally couldn't help asking: "What did you find out?"

wx-79 then told the inside story that was found before.

As the saying goes, poor people must have something to hate, and Klein explained this very well.

His mother died in the fire, which was a deep fear in his father's heart. In order not to be dominated by fear, he did many things that ordinary people could not understand.

For example, in order to develop hallucinogenic drugs, experiment with countless living people, and let them die in extreme fear; , to get rid of the inner demons; another example is the loss of mental control, injecting a large dose of concentrated poison into the vein of the only son, destroying his son.

That potion had not been diluted, and the effect it brought was even more desperate.

Jonathan's brain has been irreparably damaged, and he is in a constant state of extreme fear. All the phantoms of fear appear one after another, and he is accompanied by endless nightmares. The most desperate thing is that no one knows how long this state will last. ...

At that time, he was less than 14 years old.

Everyone fell silent. Knowing what a painful experience the poison residue in Klein's body meant, they couldn't help feeling sympathetic. However, when they thought that the other party had the ability, he would instead become a perpetrator and release this pain to a higher level. Even if there are many people, they can't let him go.

"I want to take this person away." After a short time with Batman, Wilson has already gained some understanding of Batman's character, "Although he did evil in Gotham, he doesn't belong to this city. The level can't get him out of this state, can it?"

"You can?" Batman has faintly realized that his new neighbor may belong to a certain organization, like a hierarchical gangster, or the former Shadow Warrior Alliance.

Wilson said: "At least if the investigation by 79 is true, we were the ones who freed Klein more than ten years ago."

wx-79 also added, "Ordinary antibodies are almost useless to Klein, such a bottle can only make him slightly relieved for a few hours, and it cannot be cured at all."

Batman was silent for a moment, and finally chose to compromise. He turned around and boarded the helicopter, his steps were very steady, but his face was extremely pale. The effects of the poison on him had obviously not been completely removed, but, "I want to watch."

"Of course." Wilson said immediately, as if he was afraid that the other party would change his mind: "And you both need special treatment. This kind of temporary antibody can't remove all the residual toxins in your body." After all, Klein's main business is making Poison rather than detox.

Batman nodded, but the Joker unexpectedly rejected him, "Looks like we're going to say goodbye, Little Will."

"You want to stay? This is different from what we agreed, clown."

"Hmm..." The clown blinked. This action was full of weirdness. Even now that Klein had lost his attack power, he still felt that the matter was not over. This intuition and his natural desire for danger and excitement prompted He declined Wilson's invitation and chose to stay.But facing his friends, he just shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "Arkham is much more interesting than your family, and your elders don't welcome me very much. I'll stay here and wait for you to mail me the antibody." .”

The clown's experience really made the old man very worried. Thinking about how many times the other party wanted to get rid of the clown, but chose to give up due to the friendship between them, Wilson hesitated for a moment, and finally accepted the clown's proposal, "Okay." He glanced at the time and said, "79 take Klein, we have to retreat before the police arrive!"

……

A police siren sounded faintly in the distance. Klein lay on his back on the roof of the terrace, vaguely aware that he was turned over, and a pair of icy arms clamped him.Followed by the bumps and pain.

The endless hallucinations are still flashing, and the consciousness is gradually dissipating. At the last moment, he seems to have returned to more than ten years ago. He was injected with poison by his father, and he crawled out of the wooden house.

The wilderness under the night is not salvation, but like an evil spirit with its mouth wide open, devouring all his hopes.

The gloomy cold wind, the ominous crows and birds, and the scarecrow above his head with a faint smile...