Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

"laughter."

Carl was silent for a moment, "What are you talking about?"

Bruce: "Someone's laughing."

Bruce looked like a lunatic, Carl thought, staring at Bruce's face, which was as pale as paper, and where the thin skin on his forehead could even see thin purple blood vessels.

"What's wrong with me?" Bruce smiled, his ghostly eyes widened, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Carl: "Nobody's laughing."

Bruce defended himself in a low voice, his tone almost innocently sweet, "But I heard you."

He frowned, the severe pain stirred his brain like cement, he wanted to stand up, but just as he got up, his body shook as if he couldn't stand still, and fell into the chair.

Bruce's hands gripped the handles of the chair, and he gripped so hard that his pale fingertips were flushed.

"I don't feel well," Bruce said, shifting his chair stiffly so that the screens with the clowns weren't directly in his face.

"Didn't you make this yourself?" Carl sneered, he coldly pressed the chair Bruce was sitting on, turned him around forcibly, and fixed Bruce's face with his fingers so that he couldn't take his eyes off the screen .

The clown in the picture wiped the camera clean, and he looked at it with satisfaction, "Now it's performance time!" He smiled exaggeratedly and waved towards his hands.

"Harry!"

"My pudding!" The glamorous crazy woman came over carrying a huge jar, which looked a bit dirty from the outside, the clown took the strange jar from Harley and shook it twice.

A disgusting yellow-green color appeared in the transparent glass jar, and the viscous gas slowly changed its shape in the jar.

"Now we have our greatest performer—" The Joker grabbed a hapless guy off the ground and sprayed him in the face with the gas.

"Please..." The poor guy was still begging for mercy.

His voice stopped abruptly.

Bruce blinked in pain, he didn't want to continue watching, his back was pressed tightly against the chair, as if it would bring him some sense of security, unconsciously, his shoulders slumped, his whole body Curled up, but Karl held his head tightly again.

There is nowhere to run.

Bruce smelled a strong smell of chemicals. In his sight, the neat watchtower monitoring room became distorted, and a layer of gloom cast over the room.

"Don't do this to me." Bruce said softly, feeling a hand pinch his heart.

Carl looked down at him and let go of his hand, "You didn't think about what would happen before you cooperated with them? Look at these villains..."

Bruce stared blankly at the screen as if he couldn't understand what Carl was saying. For Bruce, Carl's voice floated far away. , Can not understand Carl's words.

He simply blocked Carl's chatter.

"It's all the same thing anyway." The Laughing Bat didn't know when it appeared, and he sat on the arm of Bruce's chair, but the Laughing Bat didn't look at the screen, and lowered his eyes in boredom.

"No." Bruce's fingers were getting harder and harder, his nails were bleeding, but he didn't notice it.

A great force grabbed his hand, and he followed that force to look up, only to see Carl looking at him disapprovingly, and he heard the tick-tock.

That was the sound of blood dripping down his fingertips on the ground.

But the wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but Bruce can still feel the pain remaining in his fingertips.

"Give me an explanation." Carl increased the strength of his hands, "When did you have this ability?"

Bruce struggled in panic, his movements were so great that Carl had to let go of his hand-he didn't want to see Bruce's bones broken in his hands, he wasn't mad enough.

Bruce withdrew his hand like lightning, hiding the injured finger in his other hand.

"What's wrong with me?" Bruce turned his face slightly, he opened his mouth in a panic, his eyes staring straight at the Laughing Bat, hiding a helplessness that he didn't realize.

Laughing Bat: "I said so."

Bruce was startled, he thought of the arrangement of the stars, and those indescribable creatures... As the world was spinning, a memory puzzle lifted the tulle that encased it.

Crack - that's the sound of the clown's neck being snapped, and the smell of rust - that's the taste in his mouth, and he feels pain all over his body, so painful that he can't straighten up.

Is that the Laughing Bat?No, that was himself too. He tightly strangled the clown's neck, watching the guy who deserved to go to hell take his last breath. Although there was still a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth, he never smiled No sound.

And the clown's mouth suddenly released some green gas, he held his breath, but it was too late.

"I can't suppress the changes in this body." The laughing bat beside him sighed, "You will heal quickly after being injured, but the brain remembers the pain clearly—that is, even if you don't have a wound on your body , and it still hurts."

"Who are you talking to?" Carl asked impatiently.

In the inorganic room, a beautiful young man turned his head sideways, staring at the empty place, his performance was like there was something in the air that only he could see, and his expression was indescribably weird , the corners of his mouth were raised uncontrollably, but his eyes seemed to be crying.

Karl felt a chill spread down his spine to his head. Affected by this weird atmosphere, he opened his x-sight and quickly scanned the whole room.

Got nothing.

Without Batman's listening devices and communication devices, there is no one else on this level except them.

"Huh?" Bruce turned his head, his movements became stiff and not human, he paused.

But his beauty was enhanced by this weird and creepy atmosphere. White mist appeared in the confined space, the temperature was slowly dropping, and white frost was creeping along the corner of the wall, which looked extremely strange, but This scene suits Bruce like never before.

"I'm talking to myself," Bruce replied, his green eyes looking coldly at Carl.

Carl couldn't say anything for a while, but he quickly adjusted his mood, "You yourself? I only saw you alone."

"And these." Carl's eyes moved to the corner of the wall, "What did you do?"

"I'm telling myself not to do anything." Bruce answered irrelevantly, and his tone was very erratic.

"Ah!" A loud cry came from the screen, breaking the tense atmosphere between Bruce and Carl. The man whose face was sprayed with gas lowered his head, with veins and blood vessels protruding from his skin.

Karl's attention was also attracted by this person. He grabbed it in the air, and his perspective changed instantly. There were many soldiers collapsed on the ground. Without exception, they all covered their faces, curled up and screamed.

"The antidote is being developed." Carl took a deep breath, "But during this period of time, countless people will suffer irreversible injuries. What about Batman? Batman will let these guys go into a playground, and the competition will see who Harvest more heads?"

"Justice is made by comparison." Karl responded with Bruce's words not long ago.

"Something happened to Batman." The Laughing Bat was silent for a moment, "These lunatics have never been controllable."

He suddenly laughed mockingly again, "If superheroes become bad guys, then these villains will stand on the side of justice and fight them, but now we can't define superheroes by pure good or bad."

The Laughing Bat tapped the screen, "So they are the most chaotic evil."

Bruce bit his lower lip tightly, his red lips turning white.

"Take me there."

Carl gave Bruce a strange look, "Why do you think I will fulfill your wish?"

"I can stop them, I can restore those soldiers to how they were." Bruce said slowly, with a hoarse voice.

"How?" Carl watched Bruce with interest.

Looking at the silent Bruce, Carl smiled. He complied with Bruce's wishes, but instead of wrapping Bruce in a cloak and flying over at his own super speed as in the past, he opened the warehouse door without haste. From inside, a plane was found, one of the few things Batman left in the watchtower in the past.

"You know how to drive." Carl floated in first, Bruce lowered his head, and entered the cabin with him.

He completely ignores Carl's existence now, talking to the Laughing Bat one after another, and the Laughing Bat also cooperated with him strangely, without any impatience. Bruce noticed that the Laughing Bat's mood was extremely bad , this was probably the worst time he was in a mood, and this kind of irritability could even infect himself.

kill them.

Bruce heard a soft voice admonishing him, the voice was indescribably familiar, and he listened carefully again before he suddenly understood.

It was his own voice.

But he seriously thought about the feasibility of killing everyone, and imagined how these unsightly people would turn into corpses.

Very nice look.

"Then try." The voice advised him again, "Kill them, so that no one will disobey you again, and there will be no such troubles."

"Stop." Bruce suddenly felt a tingling pain, a pain of being gnawed, but the pain only appeared for a moment and then disappeared.

"Be sober." The Laughing Bat covered his eyes with his hands, and Bruce felt a burst of coolness, "That's just fear gas, not the clown virus."

"Don't let yourself lose control." The Laughing Bat watched Bruce's eyes lose that sense of chaos, and he withdrew his hand.

"No one else could mass-infect so many people with the clown virus except me."