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

Jason could see the scarecrow curled up into a shrimp through the periscope, his back was twitching violently, unfortunately, he didn't lose his mind at this time.

The Scarecrow has some immunity to his own fear gas, which allows him to say things the hard way.

He forcibly suppressed his fear, collected himself, and said hoarsely: "I can accept your conditions, bat, we are not at the point where we are not dead, are we?"

Bruce didn't say anything, just grinned broadly.

He took another syringe out of the box and held it up high like a show, and Bruce threw his body back hard, and as he raised his head, his fragile neck was exposed defenselessly.

Jason wanted to shoot a tranquilizer bomb at Bruce, but just as he raised his hand, he saw Bruce spin around in that position.

Jason was startled, and slowly took his hand back from his waist. He couldn't tell if Bruce had noticed him, not to mention that Tim and Damian were still in a coma.

Bruce grabbed the Scarecrow by the hair and forced him to look up to make sure he could see himself clearly.

He casually sticks the needle into his neck, pushes the syringe, and sticks it in the Freeze next to him.

"Shh, don't make a sound."

Bruce leaned closer to Freeze's face and said softly.

Bruce could feel the poisonous fear gas changing his body, the poisonous gas flowed through the blood vessels, he felt a little dizzy, his body swayed involuntarily, and at the same time, his senses became more acute.

But he didn't feel any fear, but felt that the world suddenly became more interesting.

There was a bang, that was the sound of the scarecrow's head hitting the back of the iron chair, and the rag on his head was stained with blood.

"I said, look at me."

Bruce scowled, a little annoyed, and then he laughed again.

"Look, I'm fine, let's start the second round, this time with two teams."

This time he stuck two syringes into the scarecrow's left eye.

And this round, Klein didn't carry it through.

The Scarecrow's voice sounded like a gasp or a sob, but this time he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

He shrunk tighter and tighter, trying in vain to avoid those bat-like monsters, sobbing softly: "No...don't..."

Bruce spread his hands in disbelief.

"Oh... Klein, you are so useless. I didn't expect the winner to be decided so quickly."

He kicked the scarecrow on the head dully.

"Mediocrity."

The Scarecrow gave a weak snort, but did not respond to the external stimulus.

"How dull! How dull! How useless!"

Bruce opens his arms in a hug, chants in a very theatrical voice.

He pointed forward with his arms, "Who's going to be next? I promise our game will be more interesting than this one."

The entire space was silent, and no one dared to move an inch, except for the broken scarecrow, who was still making meaningless murmurs.

"Hey! You're useless." Bruce tugged at the Scarecrow's hair, dragged him effortlessly, strode to the door, and threw him out like trash.

"Who's next?" Bruce repeated.

His eyes swept across the face of the villain, but those who were usually extremely vicious all looked away at this moment, not daring to look at him.

Poor Freeze may have been stung by the Comedian's virus because of a syringe stuck in it, so he was half a beat behind.

He didn't have time to avoid Bruce's gaze.

Four eyes facing each other.

Freeze squeezed out a flattering smile, and he squirmed his lips.

Bruce smiled contentedly.

"Victor!"

Bruce walked up to Freeze enthusiastically.

"Oh my old friend, I trust you will not disappoint me."

Bruce patted Freeze's hood sincerely.

"I hate this, it prevents me from seeing your face clearly."

While talking, Bruce carefully stretched out his hand, stroking Freeze's transparent hood.

"Victor, I want to take off your hood, can you?"

Bruce squatted down earnestly, looking up at the terrified frozen man.

He sounds like he's asking Freeze for advice, but his behavior is horrific.

He pulled a saw from his belt and pressed it lightly, and the buzzing sound of the mechanism started.

"What are you going to do!" Frozen Man's complexion changed.

Freeze Man is a very simple villain. He used to be an outstanding cryogenic scientist. At the beginning, he just wanted to treat his wife. In repeated experiments, he accidentally turned himself into a cold-blooded system due to accidents. , His body temperature must always be kept at zero, and the way to kill him is also very simple, just expose him to room temperature.

Now Bruce was going to saw off his hood, or his brain along with it.

He is extremely desperate, the reason why he became a villain is his fear of death, he has been chasing eternal life fanatically, for this reason he made himself as cold as a piece of ice, life is meaningless to him.

He had always thought this way before, but when he himself was about to be killed, it was difficult for him to remain indifferent and calm. In front of this crazy Batman, no one could maintain reason.

Bruce ignored him, and just held the hand holding the saw ten centimeters from the frozen man's head.

He raised the corner of his mouth mischievously, "My old friend, let fate determine your future—"

After finishing speaking, Bruce let go of the two fingers holding the saw, and let the murder weapon fall freely——

No one cares about Freeze, except himself.

Fortunately, Freeze's hood was strong enough, and the falling saw just added a scratch to his helmet.

Freezing Man let out a breath slowly, and his eyes revealed the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

But he was too happy.

"It seems that you are a lucky person..." Bruce took out a ball from his body while talking.

Jason's pupils shrank.

It was an incendiary device, a special incineration device modified by the Wayne Group.

"But I've been having bad luck, Victor, and I don't like it." Bruce sounded sad.

After finishing speaking, he threw the little ball at the feet of the freezing man.

The freezing man gasped for breath and struggled desperately, but it was all futile.

A flash of light flashed.

Jason felt a wave of heat coming at him, he was in such a bad position, he felt the oxygen being depleted rapidly, and black smoke was constantly creeping into this vent.

He quickly put on the purifiers for Tim and Damian, and buckled another one for himself.

A raging fire had already ignited in the room, and the flames engulfed the frozen man. In the fire, only one figure could be seen struggling painfully on the seat.

Freeze suffered inhuman torture, but Gotham's villains have always lived a long life, flesh pain and physical injuries are nothing to them. He still gasped hopelessly, begging for the executioner's mercy.

Bruce was motionless, he was not afraid of the heat, he was not afraid of fear, he just stood in the sea of ​​fire with a compassionate expression, like Sisyphus who was suffering in despair and pain.

He is not afraid of the high temperature and stands there like a stone.

He quietly watched the frozen man being executed, and watched the frozen man struggle less and less. He seemed to have seen an astonishing sanctity, but he was extremely calm in the scene he had created.

He also threw Freeze out of the house.

This time Bruce didn't do anything fancy and went straight to the clown.

There was an extremely weird look on his face, he looked a little nostalgic and a little bit hated, but he was more proud.

The clown opened his eyes, showing a contrived and reserved expression.

"Little bat, you don't need to tie me up. I couldn't be happier to see you like this."

The clown looked around at the indescribable expressions of the villains, and happily shook his head from side to side.

"You are so kind to me, I like this stage, and I like these audiences."

"But I think I should be the first, the most special one to you, my dear bat."

The clown laughed heartily. He didn't have the slightest fear. Instead, he kept shaking his body to shake the chair, and jumped towards Bruce.

Tim and Damian woke up at this time, and Jason's patience had reached its limit. If he wanted to kill the clown, he had to do it himself.

Jason didn't want Bruce to kill the Joker, even though he had been tortured to pieces by the Joker, he didn't want to watch Bruce go down again.

He sent the previous scene to Tim and Damian's communicator, and moved his body, trying to jump out of the vent to stop Bruce.

Tim held Jason down, but Damian had already jumped.

"Father! I don't know if you know what you're doing."

Bruce looked at Damian unexpectedly, "I thought there was only one hidden on it, so you are there too."

He waved to Damian, "Come here, Damian."

Damian ignored him and continued, "Batman, I need you."

Bruce smiled and said, "Robin, come here, don't talk about adults and children, and I will allow you to play with Joe for a while later."

Taking advantage of Bruce's attention and being attracted by Damian, Tim and Jason fired a net at Bruce, binding Bruce tightly.

Jason grabbed Damian and pulled Damian behind him. His other hand kept holding the gun steadily, and the muzzle of the gun was always aimed at Bruce.

"Old man, I never thought I'd say that one day, but... stop, you can't kill a clown."

During the confrontation, Bruce had broken free from the rope net that was restraining him, and lunged at Tim.

Jason pulls the trigger, but the bullet doesn't have any effect on Bruce, who shoots Tim twice.

Tim dodged the bullet in embarrassment, and the clown was still fanning the flames.

"Bat, yes! That's it, don't stop."

Listening to the clown's wild laughter, Jason felt extremely angry, but he ignored it, his attention was still focused on Bruce.

"Do you remember what you taught me before?"

Bruce turned around quickly, his black robe drew a sharp arc in the air, he stood up straight, and said excitedly: "Of course I remember, but... everything is meaningless."

He raised his hand to aim at Jason, laughing wildly and firing the bullet.

"Wang..."

At the moment of such tension, a childish cry remembered a golden retriever puppy wagging its tail and staggering towards Bruce.