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

"What are you doing?" When Superman returned to the Batcave, he saw a Batman wielding a hammer and casting something. Superman took a few steps forward curiously.

"B?" he asked.

He can't help but be scared out of his wits when he sees what Batman is holding in his hand, Batman is casting an eyepatch, the same one that the Laughing Bat is wearing.

The next thing, after a long time, can make Superman wake up in a dream, the whites of Batman's eyes are blood red, his teeth are exposed, and he looks extremely unstable.

"Didn't I ask you to search all the waterways in Gotham?" Batman was furious when he saw Superman, "What are you asking here? Which waterway will the other me use!"

Superman was taken aback by Batman's yelling, his body shrank slightly, like a dog whose owner lost his temper for no reason, and said, "I didn't find any trace... I'm sorry..."

"...Bruce?"

Superman's neckline was grasped by one hand of Batman, his eyes were red, the other hand was clenched into a fist, and he slammed it up without hesitation, "Which one?"

Suddenly he looked at Superman suspiciously: "Are you lying to me?"

Superman took a step back, he suddenly felt that something was stepped on under his feet, he glanced at it out of the corner of his eye - it was a few broken syringes, broken glass shards lay in the liquid, the white needle tip reflected a shocking The light of fear.

"This is the antidote to the Laughing Virus!" Superman noticed something on the ground for a moment, and his eyes widened in fear, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Batman growled, a voice that can awaken the deepest fears in people's hearts, "Of course I know!"

He suddenly realized something, so he took a deep breath restrainedly, returned to the operating table, picked up the eye mask on the operating table, and said in a deep voice, "Get out."

"What?" Superman couldn't believe his ears. Batman hadn't treated him so roughly since their reconciliation, and it was impossible for him to choose to leave at this time in the face of a clearly abnormal Batman.

"Rao..." Superman groaned secretly in his heart, Batman is usually difficult enough to get along with, but a Batman whose violent and harshness has risen exponentially?

He still chose to approach Batman tentatively and slowly.

"Get out of my batcave!"

Batman roared without looking back, he looked at the blindfold in his hand with satisfaction, "haha..."

"You can't do this!" Superman rushed up and hugged Batman, "Bruce!" He repeated his name loudly in Batman's ear.

"You are not him! Think about who you are!"

Batman struggled with all his strength, but Superman's embrace was as firm as an iron hoop, and he couldn't break free even with all his strength, instead making him funny like a cat, the kind that is forcefully held down and sucked by its master.

This comical struggle lasted for a while, and Batman's sanity became clearer, and his eyes were no longer as red as they were when Superman first came in.

"let me go."

"Don't let go, tell me what you want to do."

"I have my own plan!"

"No, unless you tell me!"

Batman's chaotic head was filled with more and more anger. He was driven mad by the Kryptonian popularity. After another unsuccessful struggle, he leaned back and gave Superman a hard headbutt.

If it was Batman in a normal state, he would definitely not use his head to compare the hardness of Superman's steel nose. Of course, neither would the Batman who turned into a maniac, but Batman is now on the verge of losing control— — in various senses.

He made such a stupid move, and it made his brain roar, and for a moment he couldn't even see clearly what was in front of him.

"B!" Superman panicked and put Batman on the chair. "I didn't expect... I should have softened the skin."

He eyed Batman worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"Thanks to you, I'm fine now." Batman rubbed the back of his head expressionlessly.

After watching Batman regain some sanity, Superman's heart calmed down a little. He was about to speak when he was interrupted by Batman.

"I need to be him."

"What?" Superman stared blankly at Batman. "You voluntarily?" he said mechanically.

"I have a plan... No, the plan has changed." Batman murmured, and he suddenly raised his head: "No one knows him like I do, no one can save Gotham."

"I have to let myself be him, I need to know what he's thinking, I have to own his thought patterns, and this blindfold allows me to see that."

As he spoke, he grinned and picked up the metal eyeband with both hands, and slowly put it on his face.

"Oh..." Batman closed his eyes in pain, "You really have to stay away from me."

"What?" Superman was confused, staring at Batman blankly.

"You are too bright."

"What are you talking about?" Superman couldn't bear it anymore, he quickly reached out and took off Batman's blindfold, "Rao..." He was taken aback by Batman's ferocious expression.

Batman's expression twisted, "I'll repeat it for the last time! Don't hinder me!" He closed his eyes and opened them again, showing a look of extreme patience.

Perhaps the patience that the Kryptonians have accumulated with Batman for a long time played a role, he still patiently explained: "Through the eyeband made of dark metal, I can see what people fear and desire in their hearts...it can make me Seeing another world that I see, through which I can predict his actions..."

Batman couldn't help but reached out and snatched the eyeband, "Give it back to me!" He shouted anxiously, Superman hesitated to return the eyeband to Bruce.

"There's energy spilling out of Gotham's subterranean world," Batman said. "A window between worlds opens."

He turned his head sharply, "There it is! Superman!"

Without waiting for Bruce's order, Superman picked him up by the waist and rushed out of the Batcave quickly.

Batman stopped in an underground river. He put the detection device into the water, staring at the instrument in his hand and counting the seconds.

"It's time!" A sharp and excited voice sounded from behind Batman.

"You?!" Batman was startled, "Why are you here?"

The Joker appeared behind Batman again, he waved his hand nonchalantly, "Does it matter? Anyway, you know, I just can't die."

"I want to talk to you." The clown licked his lips, "Calm down."

Batman stretched out his hand and pressed the wound on the Joker's chest. The scar was scratched by his sharp claws, and the blood flowed out again. He pulled the Joker and pressed him on his back against the rusty railing. The Joker seemed to feel It didn't feel like it hurt, and he laughed happily: "You have to talk to me, I know you have the antidote for the laughing virus in your hands."

He paused and threatened: "But you don't want me to spill blood into the water either?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the water behind him: "If there is a chemical pool below, it will be exactly the same as when we first met..."

The clown laughed, and Batman became more and more annoyed. He slammed the clown's head on the iron railing, and the sound was extremely painful.

Batman said in a hoarse voice: "Are you here just to laugh at me? Or do you have some damn tricks? What are you planning this time!"

"No! No!" The clown pursed his lips, and he stretched out his hand to hold Batman's wrist: "I haven't figured it out, am I thinking too much? Or is this world becoming more and more crazy?" He exaggerated Waving his other hand wildly, he raised his neck again and strenuously approached Batman.

"But I found that no matter what..."

"How!" Batman exerted force in his hands, and the clown's bones creaked.

"In our game, I firmly believe that I will be the winner in the end, but now I find that I want our game to never end more than winning the game!"

He laughed loudly, "This world is so boring! Bat! If you want to become that failure...I hope it's my achievement too! That damn clown who didn't know where it came from got the first taste of the joy of victory! "

The clown kicked his feet, his face was full of anger, "How dare he be before me?" He was so angry that the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his eyes were almost protruding, "No one will hate that Batman more than me! He Steal my fun!"

Batman was silent for a moment, and let go of his hand, "I'm going to finish it now, but I can't guarantee that I will succeed." He said, he took out a gun from the cloak, and handed it to the clown, " If I become him..."

"Then I'll shoot your head off," the Joker replied.

Gotham City, Arkham Asylum, there is no one here, but the gap between worlds has appeared here, and Batman strode into it.

"You!" Arkham's guard spotted Batman, and he pointed his gun at the Dark Knight.

"I'm Batman, and I need your cooperation."

"No!" the guard yelled, "You are him! You are the Laughing Bat!" The guard stretched out his fist and slammed the alarm bell on the wall, and countless guards rushed over. Wrapped tightly, "He wants to kill us!"

The head guard motioned for everyone to surround Batman.

"Do you think they really think you're me?" Batman suddenly saw Bruce standing in front of him, giving him a playful smile.

"Let me think about it, they are a group of useless people who always look down on the Arkham guys and let them run out again and again. When the clowns occupy this place, they don't even dare to take a breath."

Bruce tilted his head: "But now, they dare to surround you, threaten you, and prepare to kill you."

He sighed: "Admit it, Batman, those vicious criminals will tremble with fear from you, but these most ordinary little gangsters who rely on Gotham's system, just because they put on a layer of justice , dare to shoot at you!"

"You're here, aren't you?" Batman stared into Bruce's dark green eyes, "You're here!" Bruce smiled, his figure was fading away, and Batman was about to say something when he suddenly heard a piercing voice behind him. shout!

"He is the Laughing Bat! Kill him!"